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Dex’s housekeeper Melba showed Sonjay to the patio, smiled and left.
Sonjay peeked through the glass, sliding door.
Dex lay on the sofa, sipping red liquid from a wineglass, his six-pack showing from underneath his unbuttoned shirt.
Sonjay walked to the stainless steel barbecue pit, remembering those incredible ribs he’d made for her on her birthday. “You barbecued lately?”
“No.” He set his lips on the rim of his glass. “Haven’t been in the mood.”
She caught the coldness in his eyes and sat in the French-line deckchair. “Is that Cabernet Sauvignon you’re drinking? My favorite.”
He sipped, glowering.
“Uh, I spoke to a parent about a student, and I couldn’t stop thinking about you the whole time.”
He sucked wine from his lips.
“I can’t ever stop thinking about you.” She straightened her shoulders, exhaling. “I parked across the street from your house, just staring at it. I wanted so much to drive away but couldn’t.”
“It’s this speech again?” He set the glass on the iron table. “I’ll recap to save you time. You’re drawn to me and can’t fight it no matter how hard you try. Isn’t that what you always say?” He sat up, the shirt revealing more of his fantastic chest. “You can’t keep playing with my emotions, Sonny.
“I shouldn’t have come.”
“You did.” He stood. “You came because you want what I want every fuckin’ moment of the day.” His eyes narrowed. “You want me inside you.”
“No.”
He held up his index finger. “I’m one person you can’t lie to, Sonjay.”
She backed up to the door, her back resting upon it. “Don’t come near me, Dex.”
He eased to her. “You want me to come near you.”
“Don’t do this.” She shook her head. “Please, don’t touch me.”
“Why not?” He pressed his stiff cock against her. “Why can’t I touch you?”
“Because when you touch me, it won’t stop.” She looked into his sensuous eyes. “We won’t be able to stop.”
“Let’s test it and see.”
“Dex, no.” She pushed on his chest but he was going nowhere.
“Let me touch you,” his whisper turned into a demand. “Let me fuck you.”
“No.” She squirmed. “Let me go.”
He gripped her wrists. “Say it again and I’ll let you go.”
How could she say it when all she wanted was him inside her? Sex with Dex was the most explosive thing she’d ever experienced. She melted into dust and lost self-control whenever he looked at her.
“I want you so bad,” he whispered. “Tell me to leave you alone again and I will.”
“Don’t leave me alone.” She kissed him, clamping his lip in between hers.
“What do you want?” He moved his hand up her skirt. “You want me to fuck you?”
“Yes. Fuck me like I’m your woman.” She gave him a loud, sloppy kiss that left them both panting. “Put your stamp on me.”
“Right here?” He sucked her cheek.
“Yes.” She closed her eyes, lifting her leg just enough for him to hold it.
“Come here.” He moved her from the glass and pushed her against the bricks. He tossed the water hose off the hook above them and took off his belt.
“What are you gonna do?” Her labia pulsated. “Whip me?”
His mouth curled in one corner. “Do you want me to whip you?” He raised her arms by her wrists.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m doing what you told me to do.” He bound her arms with his belt and hooked the buckle on the hose hook. “How’s that feel?”
Her arm got a cramp. “Weird.”
“But exciting, huh?” His soft tongue caressed the sensitive spots of her mouth. “I can’t get enough of your mouth.”
“I want you to eat my pussy.” She panted. “Please.”
“Not yet.” He ripped off her lace panties.
“Oh.” She bounced against the bricks from the force. “Fuck, I’ve always wanted a man to do that.” She rubbed her knee against his rock-hard dick. “Jesus, you’re hard.”
“I was hard before you got here because I was thinking about you.” He kissed her. “I’d jerked it if you hadn’t come. It’s so humid tonight. You smell me sweating?”
“Uh-huh.” She writhed. “It’s got me so hot, Dex.”
“You’re about to get hotter.” His lips made love to her mouth while he stroked her breasts through her blouse.
“Hmm, rip it. Rip my blouse.”
He ripped it open in one swipe. Buttons flew on the pavement.
“Yes.” Her pussy swelled. “Fuck me.”
“Say you’re sorry first.” He clutched her dangling arms.
“What?”
“For telling me it was over again. When you didn’t mean it.”
“I won’t apologize.”
He gave her a rougher kiss. “Say my name.”
“Dex.”
He slipped her breasts from the lace bra. “Whose titties are these, huh?”
“Yours.”
While kissing her nipple, he slipped his long finger into the slit of her pussy and massaged her clit.
“Ah.” She rocked against him, stifling the scream. “Mm.”
“You can scream.” He tickled her nipple with his tongue.
She huffed and puffed. “Melba might hear us.”
“Who the fuck cares?”
She grabbed his shirt. “I’m so wet.”
“I can tell.” He knelt in front of her and shoved his head between her thighs. “Mm.” He teased her clit with the tip of his sticky tongue then licked from right to left.
“Don’t stop.” Every time she moved, the hook and belt reminded her of her limitations. “Yes, Dex. Right there. Oh!”
“Not yet.” He stood and unhooked her.
“Don’t unhook me. I like it.”
“Sh.” He turned her around and hooked her again.
“Oh, yes. Fuck me from behind.”
“Uh-huh.” He flattened his hand against her head, pushing her face into the bricks.
“Oh, yes, Dex. Fuck me.” She closed her eyes, body tensing. “Fuck me good. I’ve been a bad girl. Teach me not to be bad anymore.”
“I love you so much, Sonjay.” He unzipped himself, bumping against her trembling buttocks. “I’ve never wanted a woman like I want you.”
“Fuck me.” Her cheeks widened as the curve of his dick slid inside her, pressure increasing the deeper he got.
“Ooh.” She jerked, his thick meat stretching her hole. “God, you’re deep. Don’t stop, Dex. Please.”
He pumped, his fingers fucking up her hair. “Who’s pussy is this? Huh?”
Sweat caressed her face. “Yours.”
His fingers dug into her waist. “Louder.” He pushed harder, the sound of their slapping skin echoed in the muggy air. “Louder!”
“It’s yours!” Her tits bounced against the bricks. “It’s all yours.”