He nods, and begins to thrust harder.
“But I’m totally fine with you doing dirty, dirty things to me. I want you to toss me around, throw me over your shoulder,fuck me hard. Because to me, that’s good pain. That’s the kind I want.”
“I want to show you how it’s meant to be,” he growls.
“I—.”
“Margaux, it’s okay,” he says, continuing to thrust.
“I want you to hurt me,” I pant.
“You say what now?” He quirks a brow, but doesn’t stop thrusting.
“I don’t want all that gentle shit. I’m not a fragile piece of china that you need to handle delicately in case I shatter.” I clench my pussy tighter around his cock and he lets out a soft groan. “I’m already shattered, and I’ve finally started to feel like I’ve put myself together again. I want to feel something. So stop acting like you’re walking on fucking eggshells around me and fuck me properly.”
He gazes into my eyes. “You’re sure that’s what you want?”
I return his gaze, unflinching. “Abso-fucking-lutely.”
“Alright then,” he says. “But I can stop at any?—.”
I glare at him and place a finger over his lips.
“Shut the fuck up and give it to me, Dex.”
“Your wish is my command,” he says, and he starts going to town, pounding into me with an intensity that makes his body slap against my pussy every time he buries himself in me all the way to his hilt.
“Fuck, Dex,” I gasp, clutching at his shoulders. “Don’t stop.”
“Never,” he growls, his hands gripping my hips as he pounds into me, each thrust sending me higher and higher. “I’ll never stop. Not until you’re screaming my name.”
And I do. Again and again.
“That’s it, Margaux, baby. Come for me,” Dex growls, his thrusts becoming even more frenzied.
I come apart around his cock, my pussy contracting around his length as I shatter into a million pieces.
Dex moans my name as he follows suit, filling me with his hot seed. “Fuck, Margaux,” he groans.
For a moment, we lay there panting, our bodies still connected as we catch our breath. Finally, Dex pulls out and collapses next to me on the bed.
My head nestles into the crook of his armpit where I fit perfectly.
I smile as I gaze up at him, and he smiles back.
My heart melts.
Because with Dex, it’s not just about the physical. It’s about everything he’s giving me that I didn’t know I needed.
It’s about trust.
It’s about healing.
It’s about love.
“Well,” he says, running a hand through his sweaty hair, “I think we just made up for lost time.”
I can’t help but laugh, my body still tingling from our intense coupling. “I’d say so,” I reply, nuzzling into his chest. “But don’t think you’re off the hook yet, babe. We still have a lot of catching up to do.”