Page 11 of Dirty
“I am.”
“You want me to slide my dick past your lips, down deep into your throat, Sera?”
“Yes.”
“You want to feel me getting harder and harder as you suck on me? You want to taste me?”
“Yes!” Fuck me sideways. He was good with words. Good at making me want him more than ever, even though I was shot through with nerves.
Fix leaned down, so that his mouth was hovering mere inches away from mine. He lowered his voice, and I couldn’t help but shiver when he said, “You want to take my come, Sera? You want it in your mouth? You want to swallow me?”
“Fuck...yes!”
“Good. Good girl.”
I opened my eyes as Fix shifted up my body, kneeling on either side of my head. His cock filled my vision, which made me second-guess myself for a moment. He was huge. I was going to choke on that thing, and Fix was going to love it. Still, my pussy was crazy wet as I parted my lips and Fix pushed himself into my mouth. I was right: I could barely fithalfof his length inside.
Fix moved slowly, gently rocking himself in and out, making strained, frustrated sounds and as I sucked and licked at his cock. He tasted kind of sweet—a completely unexpected, vaguely pleasant flavor that wasn’t anywhere near as salty as I’d imagined it would be. Angling his body forward, Fix planted his hands against the walls, supporting himself, and began to thrust harder. I couldn’t even swallow my own saliva around the girth of him, but Fix didn’t seem to mind. I panted down my nose, growing braver and braver every time he pushed himself inside my mouth and I realized how hard he was getting. He wassofucking turned on.
“Your lips look amazing wrapped around my dick,” he growled. “I’m gonna be having wet dreams about this for fucking years.”
I wasn’t going to be forgetting it any time soon either. I grasped hold of the base of his cock, applying pressure there, rubbing my hand up and down as I sucked, and Fix’s entire body shuddered. “If you keep doing that, you’re going to make me come, Sera.”
It was a warning in more ways than one: he was letting me know to expect a mouthful of come any second if I continued down this path, but also that he wouldn’t be able to do anything else if he finished. Did I want him to fuck me? Did I really, truly want him inside me? The answer, despite the remaining shred of common sense I still possessed post half a bottle of tequila, was yes, I did. Pushing him back, I gasped for breath, still running my hand up and down Fix’s cock.
“I want you inside me,” I told him. “I want you to fuck me. I want you to make me come.”
Fix bared his teeth, palming my breast, pinching my nipple so hard that I yelped. “How do you want me to fuck you? Be specific.”
“From behind. I want you to fuck me as hard as you can,” I said. “I want you to make me see stars.”
“Oh,…I can do that.” It took less than a second for him to rip his shirt over his head, and then he was naked. His chest and stomach were…I literally had nothing even close to compare them to. He was so unbelievably perfect; he looked like he had been conjured out of someone’s dream, not born of reality. His skin was a light golden color, a sun-kissed tan that probably came from weeks spent out in the sunshine. I wanted to run my hands over him, to explore and appreciate every curve and defined line of muscle, but Fix had other ideas.
“Get on your stomach and get that ass in the air,” he commanded roughly. “Make sure you’re spread wide for me.”
Thank god my blood was mostly alcohol right now. I’d have died of embarrassment if someone spoke to me like that while I was sober. I rolled onto my front and obeyed him, though, lifting my ass up in the air for him to inspect.
He showed his appreciation by slapping my ass cheek, not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to leave a stinging hand print.
“Ahhh! Shit!”
“You wanted it rough,” Fix reminded me. “Tell me if you change your mind.” The sound he made when he rubbed the tip of his dick over my pussy and my ass sent shivers skating all over my skin. He sounded just as turned on as me, if not more. When he pushed himself inside me, I stifled a moan into the pillows.
“Fuck. Oh, fuck. That…that’s too much!”
Fix curved his body over me, his chest to my back, and his warm breath danced over my skin as he whispered into my ear. “Breathe. Your body will work it out. Just give it a second.”
So I breathed. Three long, deep breaths, then another, and then another. Little by little, I realized Fix was right. I was relaxing, stretching to accommodate him inside me, and it was beginning to feel good. I whimpered as Fix began thrusting himself inside me, rocking himself forward, holding me by the hips as he gently pushed deeper. God, it was incredible how wet I was. By the time Fix really began to fuck me, I was ready for him and begging him silently to take me.
My pride wouldn’t allow me to beg him out loud, but in the end I didn’t need to. Fix was in tune with me, reading my body and responding accordingly. I’d never been one of those women who screamed the house down during sex, but I couldn’t stop myself from moaning and crying out every time Fix’s cock slammed into my pussy. It felt…shit, it felt so fucking amazing. Especially when Fix reached around my body and began to rub my clit at the same time. He was talented with his fingers, and he was definitely talented with his cock.
“Jesus. You’re…that’s going to make me come,” I panted.
He didn’t reply. He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled back on it as he fucked me faster, hissing between his teeth.
“Fuck. I’m—I’m going to—I can’t stop it. I’m—”I ran out of words and oxygen at the same time, as Fix railed into me, his fingers digging into my skin. My climax was a thousand fireworks igniting inside my head, and I couldn’t see or move or feel my way around it. I could only go with it, allowing the spikes and waves of pleasure to course over and through me as I came. It was fucking spectacular.
“My turn now,” Fix rumbled into my ear. “Do youwantme to come?”
