Page 38 of Big Dix

He laughs.

Shit, I said that out loud? Oops. My bad. Internal thoughts, internal.

I watch him unbutton his shirt, so very slowly, so damn seductively while he, in turn, watches me with hooded eyes. I always thought he was sexy, but this, this right here, is the fucking epitome of hot. I bite my bottom lip in anticipation as his large fingers work the buttons. Then his biceps bunch and move, sliding off the material, welcoming me to the gun show.

Holy Sister Mf-er.

His hands move to his belt, and I watch him work the leather while he kicks off his shoes. My kind of multitasking. He slides the belt free from its clasp, and before I know it, he shoves down his pants a la Marky Mark and the Funky Bunch style. For you younger ladies out there, use the Googs and feast your eyes on Mark Wahlberg circa the 1990s. You’re welcome.

He leaves on his boxer briefs, and I, honest to goodness, could die happy right now. His gaze locked with mine, he strokes himself through his briefs, and his tongue peeks out to wet his lips as he makes his way back toward me. Damn, if there is anything better than this moment, I can’t think of it.

Atticus leans down over me, kisses me chastely for a man sporting a semi, then whispers, “Your turn, city girl.”

Oh, hell yes, it is definitely my turn.

I kick off my heels, Atticus leaning over me, and before I can blink an eye, he pulls up my silky top. I raise my arms so he can tug it over my head and toss it to the side of the bed. His finger traces the cups of my black lace bra, and I honestly think I lose consciousness for a moment just from the sensation because the next thing I know, he’s pulling my skirt down my thighs. He leans back and looks at me sprawled out on the bed before him like a feast.

Hell yeah, I’m a fucking snack.

“Damn, sweetheart, we should have just skipped dinner and started with dessert.”

I couldn’t agree more.

His arm sweeps around to embrace my lower back, and he does that man thing where he somehow picks me up and lays me down at the same time. God, I love it. I feel so dominated, so petite. He’s so take charge, a freaking alpha. It’s like my every book boyfriend fantasy is coming to life. It’s fucking awesome. His body moves until he is lying on top of me. His chest presses to my breasts. His hardness rest between my legs in just the perfect spot and his lips move against mine.

He slowly begins to shift his hips, and within seconds, I am almost embarrassingly, that is if I gave a damn, wet. But I don’t. And I lied. I don’t want to die right now. I wouldn’t be happy. If I don’t get his devil dick this time, I’m going to be hella pissed.

“God, that feels good,” I mumble as he slides his shaft up and down along the crease of me. This is torture. Pure torture. This is what they should use to get the enemy to spill their secrets. I’d say anything he wanted right now to get the D.

Want my house? Take it.

Want access to my bank account? Done.

Want my car? Yours.

Atticus kisses down the side of my neck, leaving goose bumps to chase after his lips. I close my eyes and feel, just feel. Atticus Dixon is about to make me come. His cock grows between my legs; our breaths and moans mingle in the dim light of my bedroom.

He tugs down the cup of my bra, his lips latch on to my nipple, and it’s like it is a direct path to my vagina.

“Oh hell.”

I lay my arm across my eyes to ground myself because I am floating high on lust right now. I am delirious with sensation. My body rolls in waves of ecstasy beneath him. If I come from the tiniest bit of foreplay, I won’t even be mad. It’s been too long since I’ve felt this good.

His fingers pinch my other nipple through the lace of my bra, and I squirm.

I’d like to think I am sexy when I get off, but I’m pretty sure my face is screwed up in some odd contortion of pleasure-pain as I shriek, “Oh fuck!”

I begin to dry hump him as if my very life depends on it, and right now, it kind of does. I need this orgasm. And only a moment later, I finally get off.Sheet pulling and head thrashing come in my pants like a teenage boy who just found out his dick can be used fororgasms.

“You are so damn sexy.” His raspy voice, full of promise, sends me toward the edge again. Before I can even come down from my high, he yanks my panties down my legs. He stands to pull them all the way off, and holy shit, I’m about to get off again when he brings them to his nose and sniffs.

You dirty, dirty man. Me likey.

He lets them drop to the floor while he stands there looking at me, legs spread, exposed to him. He groans, deep and low, before he shoves down his briefs, and I watch him like he’s a firework ready to detonate. He rises to his full height then strokes himself. It’s just like in the video he sent me the day this all began and all I can do is watch.

“You like watching, sweetheart?”

“Yeah. I like watching you.” I whisper the truth into the air around us and lick my lips, eager to taste him.

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