Page 11 of Dax
It doesn’t take long for me to come. It’s been so long since I’ve been with a man, and even though I’ve been pleasuring myself at home to fantasies exactly like this, the real thing is so much better.
I grab his hair and scream out obscenities as my climax washes over me.
He stands up with a grin on his face, wiping my cream from around his mouth with the back of his hand.
Spinning me around with ferocious vigor, he kicks apart my feet like I’m a criminal and he’s searching me for weapons and contraband.
I look over my shoulder and see him drop his pants. His cock is thick and long and there’s an angry vein the width of my finger snaking up the length of it.
He teases me, pressing his tip against my opening. Leaning over my back, he takes me by the chin and kisses me. Our tongues battle in a frantic whirlwind of lust. And then I gasp, feeling all the air in my lungs escape, as his impressive shaft fills my channel.
The sound of our skin slapping together bounces off the walls. He groans and talks dirty and slaps my ass, all the time slowly picking up the speed. His cock thunders into my entrance. The friction on my pearl hits the roof when he reaches around my hips and presses his fingers against it. Fingering me while he fucks me.
Then, just when I think I can’t possibly handle another second, I feel his shaft turn to stone. My walls clamp down around him. I rest my head against the table and go limp as a rag doll. Feeling his seed burst out his balls and shower my eggs with their steamy, white perfection.
After, we lay on the floor. His huge, tattooed arms wrapped around my shoulder. A smile a mile wide plastered across his face. The necklace he gave me twinkles in the dimming light like a little string of mini-lighthouses lighting up the mountain range which is my chest.
He cups one of my breasts in his hand and rubs his thumb over my nipple in slow, tender circles.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says.
“Stop it.”
“No.” He takes my chin between his fingers and turns my head so he can look me straight in the eye. “I’ll never stop… I mean it. I’m the luckiest man alive.
“You’re beautiful, passionate, driven, funny, intelligent… there aren’t enough adjectives in the English language to describe how brilliant you are, and I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve you. But I swear on the graves of our yet-to-be-born children, I will never take you for granted. I will work tirelessly, and ceaselessly to make your life, and the life of our family, as close to perfection as is possible.”
I kiss him softly, and reach down, grabbing his semi-hard cock and stroking it with my fist. “Our yet to be unborn children?” I raise a cheeky eyebrow and then close my eyes as our lips meet and his tongue invades my mouth.
“Yes,” he growls, his hand squeezing my butt as he pulls me on top of him. “I’m going to put a baby inside of you as soon as I can.”
My hair flops over his face as his cock slips back inside me. My lips spread and gobble him up whole. Hungry for more of his powerful, firm loving. “No time like the present,” I pant, marveling at the pleasure I feel between my legs and in my heart.
He may be a Carlton. He may be older than me. And we may come from totally different backgrounds. But Dax is the man I want to spend the rest of my life with. He's the man of my dreams. He's a tough, rugged, tender son-of-a-bitch, and he's mine... all mine.
Epilogue
Kate
“I think I better call Dax.” Jane, one of the girls who work for me at Prints Charming, pulls out a chair and tries to guide me into it.
I shoo her off and attempt to walk back into the printing room. But, suddenly, I'm crippled by a pain in my belly like a giant has just grabbed ahold of my intestines and squeezed them together with all his might.
“No,” I say, bending over double and holding on to my huge round stomach. A solitary tear runs down my face and I watch as it falls to the ground. “I’m fine. There’s work to be done. Orders to go out. It’s just cramps. The doctor told me this is normal. I’m not going into labor. I promise.”
“Yeah,” Jane says, “it’s normal… for a woman about to give birth!”
“The baby’s not due for another two days,” I moan, knowing how stupid that sounds as soon as I say it. But the OCD in me can’t help but object to this disruption of my carefully organized timetable.
I stumble over to the chair and sit down. Taking the weight off my feet feels like bliss.
Another cramp temporarily immobilizes me and when it’s done I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and notice my face is covered in sweat and my cheeks are bright red and I look like I’ve just finished a marathon… or a particularly passionate lovemaking session with Dax.
“What the hell!”
Speaking of the devil, Dax bursts into the room. He runs to me, kneeling down at my feet and taking my hand in his huge grip.
“We need to get you to the hospital,” he says.
