“Dex,” I moan, unable to form coherent words. My fingers clutch the sheets as his tongue works its magic, circling and teasing in ways that make my entire body tremble. He’s relentless, his hands gripping my hips to keep me steady as I writhe beneath him.
“Ohh yes!” I cry out at the sensation of his skilled tongue. He laps at me hungrily, licking and sucking my clit before dipping lower to tongue-fuck my dripping entrance. Then he swirls his tongue around my sensitive rim, giving special attention to that forbidden place.
I fist the sheets, my body trembling with pleasure as Dex devours me eagerly, like he can’t get enough of my taste. “Don’t stop… it feels… so good,” I beg breathlessly, rocking my hips back against his face.
Dex moans against my flesh, the vibrations making my toes curl. He plunges his tongue deep inside my pussy, fucking mewith it as he rubs tight circles around my clit with his thumb. I can feel myself growing wetter by the second, my body tensing as the pleasure mounts.
“Don’t stop,” I plead again, my voice breathy, desperate. “It feels so good… oh God…”
Dex moans against me, the vibrations making me arch my back further, pressing myself against his mouth. He’s everywhere—his tongue, his fingers, his presence filling every inch of me. He’s consuming me, and I love it. I’ve never felt so seen, so cherished, even as he takes control.
“You taste amazing,” he groans, pulling back just enough to speak before diving back in, his tongue working in tandem with his fingers as they slide into my pussy, curling in just the right way to make me cry out.
The coil deep within me tightens, and I know I’m close. “Fuck Dex, I’m… I’m going to…” I pant desperately, grinding myself shamelessly against his mouth. “Make me come, please!”
“Do it,” he growls, his voice rough, commanding. “Come for me, baby. Let me feel it.”
With a final flick of his tongue against my clit, I shatter. A wave of pleasure crashes over me, leaving me gasping and trembling as he holds me through it, his lips never leaving my skin.
Before I can catch my breath, he’s lifting me, cradling me against his chest as though I weigh nothing. His strength is intoxicating, and I cling to him, my nails digging into his shoulders as he lays me back down, positioning me on my hands and knees once more.
“I’m not done with you yet,” he murmurs, his voice dripping with promise. “I’m going to show you how it’s meant to be.”
He moves behind me, his hands tracing the curve of my back before gripping my hips. I feel the head of his cock pressingagainst my entrance, and I can’t help the moan that escapes my lips.
“Look at this gorgeous pussy,” he growls. “You’re soaking. Are you ready for me now?” he asks, his voice softer, checking in, always making sure I’m with him.
I bite my lip, blushing but loving his dirty talk. “Yes,” I breathe. “Please fuck me, Dex. I need your cock inside me now…please.”
He pushes into me slowly, filling me inch by inch. The stretch is exquisite, and I’m overwhelmed by the feeling of him inside me, his piercings dragging within me, creating additional sensation. My walls clench around him like a vise, sucking him in deeper. He lets out a guttural groan, his hands tightening on my hips.
“You feel so fucking good,” he murmurs, his voice strained with restraint. He begins to move, each thrust measured, deliberate, as though he’s savoring every second.
“You like that, don’t you, baby?” Dex growls, slapping my ass lightly. “Tell me how much you love it.”
“I love it, Dex! I love the way you fuck me!”I cry out, my inhibitions long gone.
“That’s my girl,” he says as he continues to ram his cock into my tight, wet pussy that can’t get enough of him.
I meet him, pushing back against him, desperate for more. “Harder,” I beg, my voice breaking. “Please, Dex, I need more.”
He doesn’t hesitate. His pace quickens, his movements becoming rougher, more urgent. He pounds his rock-hard cock into me with a fervor I’ve never experienced before.
He leans over me, his chest pressing against my back as he kisses the side of my neck, his breath hot against my skin.
“You’remine,” he growls, his voice possessive, but there’s no malice in it, only a deep, unyielding need. “All mine, Margaux.”
“Yes,” I cry out, shockwaves of pleasure coursing through my body, trembling as another orgasm builds within me. “Yours, Dex. Always yours.”
When I come again, it’s with his name on my lips, and he follows soon after, his body tensing as he spills into me, his grip on my hips unrelenting. For a moment, neither of us moves, the room filled only with the sound of our heavy breathing.
Finally, he pulls out, collapsing beside me and pulling me into his arms. He brushes a strand of hair from my face, his gaze soft, tender.
“You’re everything to me,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted.”
I nestle closer, my heart full. “And you’re everything to me.”
The next few days go by in a blur.