On the Edge (The Grange Complex Book 1) novel Chapter 12

Dexter

We were trying to pull skeletons out of each other’s closets. I sensed hesitation and possibly fear in Barbie’s eyes, but I was fucking curious to know who the fuck made her stop training. This was why I never did dinner, diving straight to sex. This way I could avoid all the awkward moments. No one fucking knew that my father was weak and he took his own life. Those deep emotions killed him, and that’s why I was doing everything I could to avoid them.

I liked the way she was going all shy on me when I talked about what I could do to her. Maybe I was turning into a total pussy, but I wanted an answer. Before I had a chance to press her further, she got up and walked away. She wasn’t wearing any shoes and I nearly fell off the chair when she bent down and presented her fucking ass to me with glimpses of a red thong. I lost my shit then and in an instant I forgot what we were talking about.

“Barbie, what the fuck are you doing?” I asked her with a raspy voice, my cock straining already, pressing against my jeans.

She shot me one of her sultry looks, biting her lip. “Dancing for you, Dexter.”

My mind emptied when she spread her legs and touched the floor. I wanted to grip her firm ass and sink myself deep inside those incredibly firm bum cheeks.

Whatever the fuck she was doing to me, it was a dream come true. Next thing I knew, she was walking away swaying her hips, lifting her leg up. I'd asked for a dance and now I was getting it, my own private performance, and we weren’t even done with dinner yet. She reached the pillar that supported the ceiling. She walked over to it and started rubbing herself around it, up and down. My dick throbbed, begging to be buried inside her tight wetness.

Within a few seconds of her doing shit to the pillar I realised that nice Dexter wasn’t in the room anymore. She was pushing my limits and right now I wasn’t fucking thinking straight. She screamed of sex, drowning me in it like an animal in heat. I was uncomfortable knowing that I hadn’t banged her yet. She was teasing me with her flexible body, inviting me over to fuck her senseless.

When she bent down and showed me her red slutty thong, it was over for me. I couldn’t just sit there and pretend that I was patient enough to wait until the end. No, I needed to have her right then. I shot to my feet and was beside her before she even noticed me.

Sasha smelled like an erotic and wild adventure.

“Dexter, what are you–”

I didn’t let her finish. I picked her up and threw her across my shoulder. Her ass was in my face and it was bliss knowing that she was at my mercy. She was shouting at me to put her down, but I was only thinking about entering her soft flesh with my rock-hard cock.

“We are going to fuck right now. We both know that you’re drenched with need to have me inside you,” I said, putting her down on my bed. And with inhuman speed I started taking my shirt off. She could say whatever, but I knew she wanted it from the moment she showed up in my apartment.

“I didn’t say you could sleep with me now, did I?”

She was flustered as hell, and she had that hunger and need in her eyes.

“The only thing that your pussy needs right now is my tongue, so don’t bullshit me, Barbie. I own it and I’m going to devour it,” I said and tossed my shirt away, pulling my trousers down. She opened her mouth, dropping her sexy eyes to my hard cock. I didn’t give her any time to think about this. I cradled her in my arms and began kissing her flesh. She responded, rubbing herself against my enlarged dick. When she moaned into my mouth, I thought it was the sexiest sound that I have ever heard.

She let me forget about the inner darkness, the crawling hollowness when my mouth was on hers, tracing my tongue down her neck. It was time to take what belonged to me.

“Stand up straight,” I ordered her, pulling away.

“What? Why?” she whimpered.

“Because I fucking said so,” I growled, deepening the kiss again, forcing my way into her mouth. She finally obeyed me. I was so hard for her that it was unbelievable, stretching the muscles around my abdomen until they were burning.

When she straightened her body, I started moving down, nipping and barely touching her skin. I used my other hand to unzip her dress and at the same time my tongue traced the lines of her collarbone. When the zipper came all the way down, I pulled her dress off abruptly.

“You’re so sexy, Barbie, and your pussy is going to beg to be fucked over and over. I want you to scream for me when you come,” I murmured, meeting her eyes. She wanted it. Her pupils were dilated and she was trying to cover the anticipation, but I knew that she was wet. Her breathing was even faster than mine.

I finally had her in my bedroom, standing in her red bra and thong, helpless and uncertain. For a moment I wanted to just admire her body, but my cock was throbbing painfully. I gripped her hand and unhooked her bra. It fell on the floor, giving me access to her amazing tits. She was still obeying me well, standing straight, so I connected our mouths, moulding her huge breasts. Her nipples hardened instantly.

Once her lips were swollen and she was panting, I started sucking on her nipples, taking one at a time, swirling my tongue around them. She moaned again and urged me to move faster, but I wanted to take my time. An alarm had gone off in my head. I fucking didn’t do slow, but Sasha was like a delicate flower that bloomed with care and attention.

I needed to have all of her, taste every inch of her sexy body. I went down to my knees and stuck my face in her sweet pussy. She smelled like the musky scent of sex, her tight wetness begging me to lick her faster and to ravage her.

“Oh, Dex,” she moaned and I hadn’t even done anything yet. “Please, I need to feel you inside me.”

I laughed, running my fingers over her folds. I was going to make her lose her mind. She closed her eyes and then I inched her thong down. I had no idea what was wrong with me. I fucked fast and hard, never slow and tender. With Sasha it was all about knowing that I owned her.

“Spread your amazing legs,” I demanded. This time she didn’t hesitate and just did what I asked.

I started licking her folds while my other hand was on her ass, holding her in place. She was so wet for me, begging me not to stop whatever the hell I was doing. I continued to move my tongue in her flesh, slowly, eagerly, to the point when I felt her hips trembling, pressing herself into my mouth. I wanted to hear her come for me, breaking apart with waves of pleasure. Fuck, she had the sweetest pussy that I'd ever tasted and I didn’t want to let go of her ever.

Sasha

Fireworks exploded in my head. His lips were licking me and I couldn’t take it anymore. I shut my eyes, trembling and wanting to get comfortable to enjoy his torturous moves, but his grip on my ass was like steel. Bastard, he knew that I was struggling to stay standing up while his tongue explored me deeper and further. My pussy throbbed with the need to release, tightening as I panted. I was so close, ready to explode. At any moment my knees were ready to give out.

My insides clenched and I thought he sensed that he'd pushed me to the edge, so he released his grip. I was on the bed before I had a chance to take some air. He moved so fast, spreading my legs wide apart and diving his head between them, nuzzling my clit with his tongue. I cried out when he slid two fingers inside me and started fucking my pussy with his hand.

“Barbie, you’re unbelievable. Are you ready to come for me?”

His question didn’t make sense; besides, my mouth wasn’t working. Sweat broke out over my body as he continued thrusting his fingers in and out. I gasped for air as I exploded, coming apart as smaller orgasms rippled through me. His eyes were watching me intently, hungrily. My body trembled and I didn’t want to move, but he wasn’t done with me yet.

Dexter ripped the condom packet open with his mouth and rolled it onto his massive cock. I lost the sense of what he just did to me. My heart jackhammered in my chest.

With not much warning, he was between my legs and then he was inside me. His lips were on mine, kissing, pulling and sucking, as his body stilled.

“Barbie, your pussy is so tight, so fucking perfect. I won’t go easy on you. Fuck, tell me if you want me to go easy on you,” he urged.

Hell, I couldn’t catch my breath, much less talk. “No, oh, fuck me,” I pleaded as my pussy clenched around his cock. He pounded into me, losing control of himself.

“Shit, this is unbelievable,” he shouted. His thrusts felt so damn good and I wanted more, needed to feel him deeper. He started nibbling on my breast while shoving his dick up and down inside me. I was losing control, shouting his name.

He made me come again and again. Then he went back down on me, licking and breaking me apart. It was a sweet and delicious torture, because I couldn’t take it, my hips were numb, my core drenched.

I was trying to push him away, but he only laughed until I exploded again. I had no idea how much time had passed.

By the time he was done with me I was lifeless, so fucked that I couldn’t move my limbs. I must have drifted to sleep when he wrapped his arms around me, but it was bliss.

 

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I was watching him sleep. My body was pleasantly numb and I was sore. No other man had ever made me sore. I couldn’t believe that I’d slept with him. Everything had happened so fast yesterday—the conversation, his hungry eyes, and my seductive dance.

I was expecting him to throw me back to my apartment after we were done, but he let me sleep. Dexter was intense, overwhelming, and he wasn’t lying when he said that he could fuck.

I slid out of bed carefully, making sure that I didn’t wake him. It was ten o’clock on Monday morning and I had no idea if he had to go to work or not, but he looked too peaceful to be disturbed.