"Dax…" I whimper as the tip glides over my clit. "I don't—"
His mouth covers mine, burying whatever protest I may have had against his lips as he easily slips inside my soaked pussy, burying himself to the hilt.
I pull away from his lips, my hips arching off the bed. "Dax!" He quickly finds his rhythm, rolling his hips into me, giving me no time to adjust to his size. "Oh, my god! Oh, fuck!"
He sits back, slipping his hands under my ass cheeks, gripping them in his hands and spreading me wide.
"Jesus, Ripley," he groans, each thrust just as unrelenting as the last. "I knew you'd feel good, but fuck…I had no fucking idea how good you'd look taking my cock."
I whimper as he pounds into me, digging my heels into the bed, lifting my hips to give him better access as I meet him thrust for thrust. Pressure builds at my center, threatening to come apart again, and I dig my nails into his back.
"Dax…"
"Fuck, Saige…"
"Oh, god, I'm gonna…"
"Elias's room is right above us," he grunts. "You better be quieter if you don't want him to know what his little sister sounds like when she comes."
My pussy clenches, and I bury another moan behind my lips.
"I wouldn't be surprised if he came in with his dick in his hand, wanting to watch this, too…hell, if he saw you like this, he'd probably have to sink into your sweet pussy next."
"Don't…don't say…"
"I don't think he'd be able to fucking resist—not when he sees how well you take it. He'd tear you apart, baby. He'd want to come in all your holes. Good luck getting rid of your big brother after that."
"Fuck!" I cry out, unable to hold it back. My body convulses, my pussy squeezing around Dax's cock as he fucks into me.
It's fucking delicious. I let go, letting my legs fall open, releasing my death grip on his shoulders as I let the orgasm take over, wracking my body.
"Fuck, that feels good, baby…"
I recognize the look in his eyes—I've seen it before…right before he came down my throat. He grabs me by my ankles, pinning them next to my head before slowing his pace, groaning. I watch his abs flex, sweat dripping from his brow while he buries himself to the hilt, his dick twitching inside me when he comes.
And when it's over, Dax collapses on top of me, both of us sweaty, the room quiet aside from both of us gasping for breath.
He pushes my hair away from my face, pressing kisses to my jaw before he says, "I knew I'd like having you around, Ripley."
I don't know what to say, so I say nothing. I close my eyes and try not to think about it—about who he is, about what just happened.
After a few minutes, Dax leaves the room, disposing of the condom before surprising me by climbing back into my bed. I think I surprise both of us when I curl up at his side, resting my head on his chest, but he doesn't show it. It's just nice to feel something other than what I've been feeling for the past couple of days. It feels good to be held—a past version of me used to really like it, but this version hasn't allowed anything like that in a long time.
I know it's fucked up; a part of me screams it, but I need to stuff that part in the corner for now, because I can't take it.
Dax gave me an orgasm, a Xanax, and told me it wasn't my fault. That's more than anyone else has done for me in a while.
He kisses the top of my head and then runs his fingers through my hair until I fall asleep. And this time, I don't have nightmares.
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how to ruin a perfectly good meal
Dax
Beep! Beep! Beep!
The scent of vanilla assaults my nostrils before I open my eyes. Saige's hair is fanned out over the pillow in front of me, her naked back against my chest.
