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I hum in response, encouraging her. I want her to cum. I want to get her sweet juices all over my face. I want to have them dripping down my chin.

All it takes to push her over the edge is hooking my fingers upward. I hit her g-spot on the first try. I know that I’ve got it as soon as my fingers brush it because of her reaction. She cries out, hiccuping on the sound.

I work her through her climax, continuing to stroke the nerves inside her silky walls as I suck at her clit. Her back arches off of the mattress, and my mouth is flooded with the taste of her. I groan as my cock twitches in my boxers, precum escaping the tip.

When I finally reluctantly pull back, I get a proper look at Chloe’s face. Her chest is heaving, and there are tear tracks on her cheeks. At first, I worry that I’ve done something wrongor crossed a line. But then, she smiles at me, letting out that gorgeous giggle that I can feel myself slowly falling in love with.

That’s the last thought I have as I pull myself up to be level with her face, the urge to kiss her overwhelming me.

Chapter Five

Chloe

I don’t have any time to catch my breath. As soon as my orgasm – an orgasm that stole all the air from my lungs – subsides, Dax is on me. One of his hands softly caresses my cheek, wiping away tears that I didn’t realize I had shed. The other slides up between my thighs.

His touch around my pussy is gentle. I’m in awe that such a large, strong man could handle me with such care. Even though I knew that he was kind, I didn’t realize just how far that kindness extended.

Guilt threatens to creep back in, but then his fingers slide inside my opening again, and my brain goes blank. Now isn’t the time for thinking. I’ll have plenty of time to work myself into a tizzy after Dax finishes doing whatever he wants to me.

He scissors his fingers inside of my wetness, making a pleased sound against my mouth. My hips push up against his palm without my permission. Even though I just came, I’m already longing for more.

I didn’t think I’d be so insatiable when it came to things like this, but I’m not surprised. Something about Dax makes me defy even my own expectations. I mean, I threw out my entire moral compass because I had to have him. Of course I’d want all the pleasure he’s willing to give me.

“I think you’re ready,” he says when he pulls away from me.

“Huh?” I ask, propping myself up on my elbows to chase his lips.

I don’t catch him, but it doesn’t register as a problem. The sight in front of me more than makes up for it.

Dax is throwing his shirt to the side, revealing the perfectly sculpted abs that I’ve only seen from afar. My fingers twitch in the bedsheets, longing to reach out and touch him, to feel the power of his body under my palms. I know he’d let me if I asked.

Before I’m able to touch him, his hands are at his belt buckle. The sound of it coming undone makes me squirm. I know what’s coming next, and my body cries out for it. It’s the only part of him I haven’t seen, and my heart pounds with anticipation.

His jeans fall to the floor with a dull thud, and his cock springs out of his boxers. My mouth waters at the sight of it, hard, veiny, and leaking. He’s so big that I have no idea how he’s going to fit, but I don’t care. I need him inside of me, and I trust him to make it work.

“You’re huge,” I blurt, unable to stop the words from escaping. Embarrassment threatens to take over, but Dax growls.

“It’s almost like you know just what to say,” he says as he crawls onto the bed between my legs, shifting us up to the headboard. “You’re killing me here, Chloe.”

Those words are all the warning I get before he’s plunging his thick cock inside of me. He’s thick, but somehow my bodyaccommodates him. It’s like I’m opening up specifically for him. His member is the key to unlocking my unrestrained pleasure.

“Fuck,” he curses, the word crisp coming from his lips. He continues pressing inside, only stopping when he’s fully sheathed in my pussy. “I can’t believe how tight you are. It’s like you’re strangling my cock.”

I want to ask if that’s a good thing, but I can’t seem to find the words. The only thing I’m able to do is moan pathetically. Although, judging from the way that he’s panting and fucking me shallowly, I can only guess that I’m making him feelverygood.

As Dax’s thrusts start to pick up in pace, he shifts his hands on the bed, lifting himself up slightly. Like this, I’m able to see his face perfectly. I watch as pleasure washes over his features, and I’m unable to stop myself from reaching out to smooth the furrow of his brow.

“Shit, Chloe,” he says before leaning down to kiss me again.

As his tongue is asking for entry, the motion of his hips gets more insistent. His pace, which started steady and gentle, slowly becomes brutal and punishing. The more unrestrained he gets, the more turned on I feel.

I wonder if that horrible niggling guilt in the back of my mind has anything to do with my arousal. Maybe I deserve to be fucked hard and fast, to be used by Dax for his own pleasure – to have mine disregarded. That can’t be the case, though; as soon as guilt creeps into my mind, it’s promptly replaced by elation at the fact of this gorgeous man’s muscular body on top of mine.

I attempt to kiss him back with all I’ve got. My words might be failing me at the moment, but I can use my actions to tell him how much I like this. It doesn’t matter how sloppy andinexperienced I am. I want to do anything to clue him into the fact that my obsession is morphing into love.

This is better than all of the times I’ve imagined. As he rails me, his free hand is roaming up and down my body. He tweaks my nipples and caresses my neck, turning this into a full body experience. I have goosebumps everywhere, and I can feel my arousal in every single nerve ending.

“Mm, Dax,” I moan against his lips, saying the only word I know right now.

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