Page 62 of Dangerous Men
“Use your fingers,” he says, starting to stroke himself again.
I do, sliding a finger down from my clit and easing it inside. It’s not enough, not nearly enough, when I’m watching him stroke himself. I need more. I needthatinside me.
“If I buy some toys for you, would you use them?” he asks.
I moan, my finger sliding in and out of me, and nod. I think I’d agree to anything right now.
“Two fingers, darling.”
I slip another finger inside me.
“I want to know you’re taken care of when I’m not there,” he says. “I want to know that pussy is satisfied.”
“Yes,” I gasp, my fingers moving faster.
“You’re going to take this,” he tells me, gripping his cock harder, so there’s no question whatsoever what he’s referring to. “You’re going to take every inch of me, you understand that? I want you ready for it. I want you to know what you’re in for.”
“Oh God,” I gasp. I’m already getting close. Who knew dirty talk was my thing?
“I’m your god tonight. Three fingers, darling. I know you’re close, I can see it. Be a good girl for me. Give that pussy what it wants.”
I’ve never been so wet in all my life, but it’s still a stretch to get the third finger in.
Alec praises me the whole time, stroking himself.
My hips raise off the bed as I fuck myself for him. If I could see myself, I’d probably be mortified at how I look, but right now, at this moment, my entire world has narrowed to Alec’s body and the pressure building between my legs.
“My sweet, sweet Sydney, you’re right on the edge, aren’t you?” Alec asks, eyes boring into me. “I want to see you fall apart. Show me. Show me how you make yourself come.”
His words put me right over that edge, and I shatter, arching back and crying out as I come undone.
“That’s it, that’s it.Fuck. You’re such a good girl for me. Such a good… fucking… girl…” He groans, and even in my ecstasy I’m aware of him finishing with me, his cock jerking in his hand as he shoots his release onto his chest.
We’re quiet for several seconds after as we catch our breath, stars dancing in my vision. I feel incredible. The muscles in my legs are shaking.
I look over at my screen and suck in a breath.
Alec’s chest is coated in his own cum, and it glistens in the light as his chest rises and falls. His hand is on his still hard cock, stroking it slowly, leisurely. He’s staring at me as though enraptured, making no move to clean himself. And something about him sitting there, covered in his own pleasure, is so primal and raw my pussy clenches.
“That was perfect,” Alec tells me, sounding amazed. “And just what I needed tonight.”
I nod in agreement, not trusting myself to speak.
“You should get some sleep, sweetheart. It’s late.”
“It’s later where you are,” I tease.
He just laughs.
“Sleep. Can I message you tomorrow?”
I grin. I love the way he asks, like he’s checking in on me every step of the way. Suddenly, it seems impossible that I’d ever doubted whether he could slow down for me. Hasn’t he shown me, time and time again, that he’s willing to respect my boundaries?
“I’d like that,” I tell him.
“Good. Sleep well, darling.”
I imagine I’ll be awake late into the night, replaying our session together in my head, but I don’t. The second I put my head on the pillow, I’m out. I drift off almost instantly, into a deep and dreamless sleep.
