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  “Don’t move,” I order gruffly, when we both come back to Earth. I go start the shower for us. When I come back into the bedroom she’s still dazed in pleasure. Just like that, my dick comes back to life knowing my cum is still marking her.

  Twelve

  Emma

  I never knew it would feel like that. Sure, I’ve given myself orgasms with my fingers before, but the way he made me feel was different. It was like something out of this world. Like maybe lightning going off in a thunder storm. I can’t wait to see what happens next. I know I should be apprehensive, but he makes me want more. He makes me see myself as someone totally different. Like I’m beautiful, and I matter. It’s the greatest gift I could ever receive and he doesn’t even know it.

  He comes back into the room and picks me up. I shriek like a little girl. It only makes him laugh more, and his laugh is deep and husky.

  “Dex?”

  “Yeah, Emma?”

  “Thank you,” I say shyly.

  “For what?” he asks, confused. He has no idea, and that makes it even better.

  “Just allowing me to be myself. I never had that, and I’m really glad I almost busted my ass in front of you,” I laugh. He gives me what I’m starting to call his signature smirk.

  “Come on, Emma, let’s conserve water together.” I bust out belly laughing, which gets him going. I fall into him inside the shower, completely happy. His slick, heated skin feels so good against me. A wet Dex makes for a very happy Emma. The water sluicing off his body is like a work of art. I love knowing he got his muscles the hard-earned way—not in some gym. It makes it all that more amazing. He’s a man’s man. My man. He said he was mine. It sounded like a promise from him.

  “Um, can I try something? I’ve never done it before.”

  He instantly knows. “What do you want, Emma? Do you want to lick my cock? Suck it into the sweetest mouth I’ve ever tasted?” His voice is dark and filled with need. The tone of it vibrates through my body. Those ovaries I have, yeah, I just donated them to Dex. He can have them. Because I’m pretty sure he just made them explode all over again.

  “Yes, honey, exactly that. Will you show me how?” I ask, looking down at the tiled floor, embarrassed. Here I am almost twenty and I’ve never done this before.

  He brings my chin up slowly. “Baby, you don’t even have to ask. Get on your knees for me, Emma.”

  I do what he says and reach for him, feel his girth and his length in my hand. There is no way he’ll ever fit inside of me, but I know I’ll die trying just to feel it.

  “Lick my cock now, Emma. Slow and steady. Let it build up, baby, take your time. That’s it. Now put your mouth on the head, suck slowly.” I do as he says and he groans, his fingers clenching in my hair. Instinct takes over and I glide my mouth up and down his length, going as deep as I can, and using my hands at the base of his cock for what I can’t suck. He’s huge and I mean seriously huge. Both of my hands are stacked, holding the base of his shaft. I have him deep in my mouth and he still has some overage. I only hope that I can make him feel as good as he did me. When he starts groaning and his hands tug my hair almost violently, I moan around his cock in pleasure. I feel the sharp sting of pain when Dex pulls my hair and I decide to quicken my pace, sucking harder.

  “That’s it, baby, take my cock. Hollow those cheeks out and suck him hard. Just like that. Yeah, I’m gonna come, Emma, and you’re going to swallow every fucking drop,” he commands. He’s demanding it and I want it. I want to taste him. I want his cum in my mouth. As he starts to spurt in my mouth, I quickly swallow it down just like he wants. I drink him down, all while moaning around his dick in pleasure, while his cum slides down the back of my throat. Even after I’ve taken the last jet of him inside of me, I keep licking his length until he’s clean.

  He looks at me with approval and awe in his eyes. I see it so clearly and then, as quick as lightning can explode in the sky, he grabs me, pulls me up to him, and then slams his lips on mine.

  I could live off of his kisses alone.

  When we break apart, I’m smiling stupidly. Happy. He returns my smile with his own deliciously wicked grin.

  “Damn, baby. I think you sucked me dry.” His words, his dirty words, so plainly spoken make me moan. I just gave him my very first attempt at a blow job and I’m already wishing I could do it again. Before I can tell him that, he attacks my mouth once more.

  Thirteen

  Dex

  Holy fucking hell.

  I never would have thought I’d get this from Emma—at least not this soon. She not only sucked my cock so damn hard my balls are aching, she swallowed every fucking drop. I just can’t just stop kissing her. I want her taste in my mouth for the rest of the day.

  I grab her by her hips, pressing them into the tiled wall. Her squeal makes me smile. She has no idea what she’s in for.

  “Dex, honey, what are you doing?” she whispers, her breathing so heavy I can see her chest move with the effort.

  “I’m going to taste this sweet little pussy you gave me. I’m going to feel you come in my mouth, and maybe after that I’ll give you a break,” I reply.

  She doesn’t need to know that I may never give her a break. Seeing her walking bow-legged tomorrow is a goal of mine.

  I go down to my knees. Emma is so tiny that even when I help her brace against the wall and pull her legs up on my shoulders, I have to push her up just a little higher just to get that slick, wet, cunt right in front of me. I can’t help but take in her scent, knowing she’ll be marking me just like I marked her. This is mine; I’ll never let another man get close to her. She gave herself over to me and I’m never letting her go.

  I lean in, teasing her with my breath, getting closer, but not close enough. When she moans my name, all bets are off. I see the lips of her pussy glistening. I take my tongue and lick along them, prolonging her anticipation. She may want it right now, but I know a slow build-up will be so much better for both of us in the long run. I finally sink my tongue into her small pussy and taste her.

  The first taste of her hits my tongue and I growl. She’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever had. The woman I’ve always had in my mind. I knew when I met Emma that I would claim her. I just never knew how much I’d want to possess her. With that first taste, I have to have more.

  I want to devour her.

  I place my entire mouth over her small little cunt. I hear her deep breathing and take pride in knowing that I’m the one doing it to her. I decide to barely push my fingertip inside her tight pussy, wanting to feel how tight she is but not wanting to rip that one essential barrier. Her virginity is meant for my cock, for her scream of pain mixing with pleasure, as I push through and claim her innocence.

  She’s so fucking tight I know once I get in there that I won’t last long. Her walls start closing in on my finger tip. Her moans deepen in tone and desperation as I torture her clit with my lips, sucking it into my mouth and slightly nipping it.

  All of a sudden she cries out, “Oh fuck, Dex!”

  I feel her come, detonating all over my finger and my face. Her body jerks against me as her orgasm completely overtakes her. I lick her until she stops grinding her perfect fucking pussy on my face.

  Pulling back, I let Emma slide down my body, letting her feel how hard she has my cock again. It should be impossible to be this hard after the way she made me come, but all I can think about is losing myself inside of her.

  She stretches, her body doing an all-over kind of shiver and then whispers softly, “Hey.” It makes me smile.

  Who would have thought this little thing could have me all wrapped up in her so quickly? She has, though. I was Emma’s as much as she was mine from the moment I saw her walking on the street.

  “Hey, baby,” I respond, grinning because I just fucked her with my mouth, leaving her almost mindless. Just wait till I get my dick inside her.

  Fourteen

  Emma

  My mind is reeling. I thought what we did in t
he bed was amazing, but I have no words for how Dex just made me feel.

  “Wow,” I whisper, still unable to form more than one-syllable words.

  Dex smirks. He knows how good he is, and I don’t want to think about all the practice he’s had along the way. He’s mine. I’d scratch another woman’s eyes out…

  Where did the jealous streak just come from?

  I finally snap back to earth when I hear him talking about how he has to get ready for work.

  “Emma, are you listening, baby?”

  “Sorry, honey. What did you say?”

  “I said I need to get up and get ready for work. I can drop you off at your place on the way.”

  “Oh… okay,” I tell him, even though the last thing I want to do is let him go…

  “I want you to be ready by seven tonight. Make sure you have a bag packed, baby.”

  I frown. I know my brain is mush, but I have no idea what he’s talking about.

  “Pack a bag? I’m not going anywhere. What do you mean, pack a bag?”

  “Just what I said, baby, pack a bag. You’re with me tonight and every night from here on out.”

  “Uh…” I stop, because I don’t know what to say. I don’t have experience with men and especially one as masculine as Dex. I do know that what happened between us happened way too suddenly, and as much as I am loving it… I’m worried.

  That’s allowable, right? We just met. I know I want more of him, but what if it’s too much, too soon?

  “No arguments, Emma. Pack a bag and get enough of your crap from home that you can be happy at my place for a bit. We can come back and get more when we need to.”

  “Honey, this is too fast. We barely know each other. We’ve had one date and a couple of days ago we didn’t even know each other. What if you end up not even liking me?”

  His body tightens like granite under my touch. His face is angry. No… that time I didn’t lock my door, that was anger… This face is something else entirely. He looks explosive now.

  I’m in trouble. That’s the thought that rings clear before he even speaks and once he does, I definitely know I’m in trouble.

  “Emma, are you saying I don’t know what I want?”

  “Uh… No…that’s not exactly what I’m saying,” I tell him, taking a step back because he’s kind of freaking me out. “I’m just saying it’s too fast. We need to—”

  “I’m a man, Emma. I’m not a little kid, a boy like you’re used to. I want you in my house permanently.”

  “I… but it’s too soon,” I stress, my heart hammering in my chest. “We need time to get to know each other.”

  “I want you in my house, Emma. I want you making this our home.”

  “Dex, that’s kind of crazy,” I whisper, although it must be said that I like it too.

  “I want to wake up every morning with you in my arms, Emma. I need that from you.”

  “But…” I start again, but he doesn’t let me finish.

  “I need you in my bed every night because I know without a doubt that I want your pussy every morning as my breakfast,” he growls, his hand going around the side of my neck and holding me still.

  His words send heat through my body and my knees go weak. Just the thought of what he’s describing is enough to make me come close to orgasming.

  “We need time to get to know each other,” I tell him stubbornly. I’m trying to make sense here, when all I really want to do is fall into his arms and let him take over—which, let’s face it, is exactly who Dex is. He’s commanding and over-the-top and definitely more alpha than any of those books I’ve read.

  “Fine. Then we’ll get to know each other while you’re here, in my home, in my bed, and with a fucking bag of your clothes packed and in my closet,” he says, not relenting at all. His face would intimidate anyone, although I instinctively know he wouldn’t hurt me.

  I weigh my options, and there’s not a lot of them. I could leave and tell him no. He wouldn’t like it. He would do everything in his power to talk me out of it. There’s a part of me that thinks he might even kidnap me to try and get his way. The biggest decision maker is that even though it’s completely insane, I don’t want to leave. I want to stay here.

  “Okay, Dex, I… I’ll pack a bag.”

  He smiles and, despite being unsure, I like that I’ve made him happy. I like it almost as much as I like the fact that I’ll get to sleep in Dex’s arms tonight.

  Fifteen

  Dex

  I drop Emma off at her apartment, knowing I have a nine o’clock meeting at the jobsite. I’m running late, but I need to see to her first. I hop out of the truck and go around to help her out. She’s already got her seatbelt unbuckled as I open her door. I help her to the ground and keep her hand in mine as I walk her to her door.

  “I wish I didn’t have to go, sweetheart. I would like to spend the entire day with you. It’s just that this project is already behind. I’m kind of under the gun,” I tell her, taking the key from her hand before she can unlock her door.

  “It’s okay. I have some things I need to do myself. I’m off today and tomorrow, so maybe we can spend more time together tomorrow,” she responds. I open her door and we walk inside. Everything looks fine, but I have the strangest urge to walk through the house and make sure it’s secure before I leave. I don’t question it. I’m finding with Emma I need to do everything in my power to take care of her.

  “We can, sweetheart. I’ll try and finagle it so I can get off early tomorrow,” I tell her over my shoulder as I walk through her house.

  “What are you doing?” she asks.

  “Just making sure everything is safe,” I answer before finally coming back to her living room. She’s standing by the door looking adorably confused. I walk up to her and pull her into my arms. She falls against me willingly and the minute my arms go around her she softens, curving that luscious body of hers into me.

  “You’re a little crazy,” she whispers, her eyes almost sparkling, and I could get lost in their depths.

  “Only about you. I don’t want to leave you, but since I have to, I need to know you’re safe.”

  “I’m safe,” she whispers, her fingertips brushing against my lips. “But I don’t want you to leave either,” she admits.

  “I’ll be back here at seven. We’ll go out before we go to my place. I need to prove to you that there’s no way in hell that I’m ever going to get tired of you.”

  “I’m not sure that’s possible to prove in one date,” she says, her lips spreading into a tender smile. I suck her fingers into my mouth, nipping them playfully, and it makes her smile deepen.

  “I want you in my life, Emma. What we’ve started is forever.”

  “Dex—”

  “Don’t bother telling me it’s crazy. It doesn’t matter about how long I’ve known you. This thing between us is right. I grew up in a family of men who have all said the moment they laid eyes on their wives they knew she was the one and I’m telling you that you are it for me.”

  “Did you just ask me to marry you?” she asks, her eyes going round with shock and more than a little bit of fear. I figure it might be time to back away a little. At least until I get her moved in under my roof and her stomach stretched with my baby.

  Jesus… I want her pregnant. Just the thought of it makes my dick drip with cum.

  “I’ll be here at seven,” I remind her again.

  Her eyes rake over me, and they are full of questions. She doesn’t ask them, however. She nods her head slowly in agreement. I give her a gentle kiss, way too brief, and I don’t get her tongue in my mouth either. Still, I know if I do that I won’t make my meeting and I can’t afford to piss off my investors.

  The meeting is already underway when I walk into my trailer. I have it set up as an office on this construction site and it works well, plus it’s always a place for hot coffee to get my day started. My men all look up at me and I can see the shock on some of their faces. I’m never late, but with t
he taste of Emma still on my tongue, I can’t say that I fucking care very much. Hell, after I get her under my roof I may be late every fucking day.

  “Man, we’ve been trying to call you,” Joe, my project manager, says.

  “I had some things to take care of,” I respond, clearing my throat as visions of Emma’s sweet little pussy and her clit pulsing in rhythm with her heartbeat flash in my head.

  God, I already want to taste her again.

  “You ready to go over the plans or do you want need some more time?” Joe prompts, and that look on his face pisses me off.

  He might be my project manager, but that doesn’t give him the authority to question me. It’s my name on the company. I built Woodson Construction from the ground up and as long as I sign his damn checks he can shut his mouth.

  “Joe, don’t go ruining my morning with your bullshit,” I warn him. He frowns, but he doesn’t give me any more attitude.

  We go over the plans for the new office building the next town over. One I know I won’t be at as much as I am now. I need to make sure Emma is taken care of. I don’t want to be away from her, especially once I have her pregnant—which is going to happen pretty fucking soon if I have my way.

  Maybe even tonight.

  I leave the office shortly after, going to the other jobsites to see that they’re all up and running with no major issues.

  Emma stays in the back of my mind. I find myself wondering what she’s doing without me. I have my phone out and texting her before I can stop myself. I don’t like her being alone.

  Me: Hey baby. What are you doing?

  Emma: They ended up calling me into the shop to work today after all. I just sat down for lunch.

  I frown, because I didn’t like leaving Emma alone at her house and I like the fact that she had to go into work even less. I need to get her under my roof, my baby inside of her, and soon… She might fight me, but she’ll soon see I’m going to take care of her. She’ll never need anything. I’ll break my back to make sure she lives the good life. I make that vow and then turn my mind back around to our conversation.