"Yes," I hiss, forgetting myself and digging my manicured fingernails into his back. Dex curses out loud but doesn't tell me to stop. I ease my grip and stare into his eyes as he continues bending me to his will. "They're all yours. I don't come without you, Sir-fuck, please! Please more! Don't stop!"
"Oh, I'm never going to stop." His mouth captures mine in a violent kiss, bruising my lips further. His kisses reveal just how much he cares about me. "So you'd better keep on taking it."
I'm not a person to Dexter Booth. I'm his favorite toy, and every time someone else wants to play with me, jealousy encaptures him in its green mist and makes him do crazy things. Wild things. Dangerous things.
Another orgasm rips through my body before I can stop it, and I can see the look of rage in Dex's eyes as I give in to its waves of pleasure. When I'm right there, he slaps my cheek, hard enough to sober me up but not so hard it hurts.
"Look at me," he demands. "Look into my eyes when I make you come."
"I c-can't," I whine, but his expression speaks volumes, and I realize I'm too scared not to obey him
. "Dex, please, p-please d-don't..."
"Look at me," he roars, and my eyes become glued to his. I force them to stay open as I feel myself coming. Something embarrassing happens then and I cry out as I feel his cock sliding in with more ease.
Dex senses it too, and he pulls out, forcing me to look down between my legs. "Look what you did, my toy... You creamed my cock like a good little slut. Fuck, Pandora. Fuck."
His body vibrates as he pins me down again, but this time, I've gotten what I wanted, and I'm dead set on taking from him what he's taken from me.
"Get on the chair," I demand.
"What?" His brows knit together in confusion.
"On the chair. Go."
He smirks, but picks himself off me anyway, sitting on the ottoman so his bare back isn't pressed against a chair. I straddle him, nervously reaching for his cock and guiding his precum soaked tip to my entrance.
"What's your favorite place to come, Dex?" I ask innocently, making him turn his rage-filled gaze to me. "I think it's in my mouth..."
He leans back on his palms carelessly, making me do all the work and pretending this isn't having an effect on him. But I notice the subtle changes in his attitude instantly - the tension in his shoulders, the way his stormy eyes fight a battle with mine.
"Or maybe it's in my pussy," I ponder out loud. "You just love to claim things that aren't yours, don't you?"
"It is fucking mine," he hisses, making me smirk. "And you know it is. That's why I mark it with my seed."
"Maybe. But you're not the only one who's done it."
"What the fuck's that supposed to mean?"
"Easton," I say innocently. "Lai. Julian. Caspian."
"Don't say their names," he hisses. "I don't want their fucking names on your lips."
"They fucked me, Dex," I say, allowing his cock to slide inside me fully.
Dex groans out loud.
"No condom. No nothing. Just their cum. In me." I smile, delirious from the memories and the sensation of having Dexter inside me again. "Maybe one of them even knocked me up..."
9
Dexter
Pandora's pissed me off before, but this is icing on the goddamn cake.
I grab her ass with one hand on each cheek.
"I'm going to punish you for that," I tell her matter-of-factly. "Remember every single fucking word that just dropped from your lips, Pandora, because I'm going to make you regret them all."