For the Love of Dixie (Kings of Chaos 3)

I glance up and he leans over and trails his knuckles down the side of my face. He cups my chin and applies slight pressure.

I lean my head back.

“You want me to show you who you belong to tonight?”

“Yes,” I whimper.

His eyes glint. “Then we’ll start now.” He stands, offering up his erect dick. The eight inch, thick shaft is red from the hot bath and the blood rushing to it. His mushroom-shaped head glistens with water and pre-come. “Suck me with no hands, and show me how much you missed me while I was gone.”

Placing my arms behind my back I lean against the cool tub. I hiss and lave him down with my tongue, moistening the canvas I plan on painting a picture on. I pay attention to the underside of his cock, sucking his balls into my mouth. He grunts, and I tug on them.

“Fuck, yes. You know what I like, don’t you?”

“Mmm hmm.” I pay his testicles extra attention and his dick goes impossibly hard. The bead of clear liquid formed on his slit tells me it’s time to move to stage two. Placing a gentle kiss on his sack, I move to his tip. I capture the salty sweat sphere and tease his slit. His hips move, and I retreat, circling the circumference of his head with the tip of my tongue. He grunts, and I treat him like a lollipop, licking and swirling until he thrusts forward. I slide my tongue down the edge, working to draw this warm-up out as long as possible.

“You got such a clever fucking mouth, babe. Stop teasing and take this dick.”

I swallow him down, suctioning hard.

“Shit yes, like that. Such a dirty little girl, taking my cock deep into your throat.”

I force myself to relax, and accept his girth. I bob my head up and down, running my tongue over the underside of his shaft.

He buries a hand in my hair and pulls it taut. “Shit yes, take all of it.”

The pull makes me moan. He increases the rhythm and I allow him, eager to become a vessel for his pleasure. My core drips and I lose myself in the exchange occurring between us. His sounds of desire are my own.

“I’m going to come and you better swallow it all down.” He’s talking from between his teeth. He’s close.

He explodes into my mouth, and I swallow down his salty, sticky, sweetness. The fact that he’s eaten pineapple recently would make me laugh if I didn’t have a mouthful. He eases out of my mouth and I clean him gingerly, pampering his sensitive cock. He tugs gently and I rise to my feet. Releasing his hold, he pulls me to him devouring my mouth. I moan, pressing into him as our tongues tangle. He’d never been grossed out about kissing me after oral sex. It was his total acceptance of everything we did that allowed me to blossom…feeling safe and secure enough to uncover my own sexuality.

We part, breathing heavily and he steps from the water lifting me into his arms. “That was just the pregame event,” Echo says.

“You going to make me come, Daddy?” I ask.

“Until you pass out.” For some people, that would be an exaggeration; for him, it’s a goal. He tosses me onto the bed and slaps my ass. “On all fours, and keep that ass up in the air.”

I scramble to do his bid

ding, and wag my ass.

“You teasing me?” he asks, grabbing a handful of cheek.

I whimper. “No, Daddy, I’d never do that.”

He reigns down a series of blows and I all but melt into the mattress. My ass is blissfully sore and I’m soaked and primed. He smoothes his hand over the sensitive areas, setting off sparks inside of me. I gasp.

“You like it when I spank you, don’t you? Spread your fucking legs and hold on tight. There’s not going to be a damn thing slow or gentle about this, girl. I want you too bad.” He slaps my pussy with his cock and I moan. “So wet and ready for me, that’s good.” He pushes the tank top up and grips my neck. I brace myself against the bed. One quick thrust and he’s buried balls deep. I scream, enjoying the powerful invasion. He fills me to the brim and I meet him stroke for stroke, drunk off the domination and surrender. My body is his to do with as he pleases. He adjusts his angle and nudges the bundle of nerves inside me. My pussy flexes on its own, gripping him tighter. The pleasure builds and I fly off the edge screaming his name. He fucks me through the orgasm, stoking the fires once more before the flames have a chance to cool.

He pulls out and flips me onto my back. “I want to see your face when you come for me,” he snarls.

I spread my legs, amazed by the fierce creature crawling between them. He buries himself to the hilt, and I wrap my legs around his hips, hooking my ankles. My fingers dig into his flesh as we come together almost violently. He leaves bruising bites down my neck, staking his claim as he drives me into a frenzied state of need. I flex my muscles.

He growls. “Come for me, baby.”

I lunge forward, sinking my teeth into the flesh between his neck and shoulder as I explode around him. Hot jets fill me a few seconds later, and I’m lost to the hazy bliss that comes from a good, hard session of love making.

Echo