Dexter

I started kissing her neck, inhaling that heady scent of her orchid perfume. She was wearing my favourite red slutty thong. I wanted to torture her, slowly, until she snapped and begged me to fuck her. It had been too long since the muscles of her pussy were clenched around my dick. The building frustration was taking a toll on me. Sasha’s sexy body was like a magnet to my cock.

My fingers crawled over her thigh, moving in a teasing motion until they reached the heat between her legs.

“I didn’t give you permission to touch me yet,” she said. I laughed and traced my thumb over her clit. She shuddered under my touch.

“Funny, I didn’t think that I needed an invitation,” I muttered. “Fuck, Barbie, you’re so wet. Your pussy is dripping for me.”

She arched her head back as my finger began caressing her mound, slowly at first, barely even touching it. My head was clouded with her incredible scent, my pulse speeding. All I wanted was to tease her.

“Oh, Dexter, keep doing that,” she moaned when my lips were between her huge breasts, my fingers picking up the pace, sliding inside her wetness, the inner muscles clenching around my fingers. I was done with this bullshit, done with waiting. This was what she was making me do.

She moaned and I slipped another finger inside her, alternating with teasing and caressing her swollen clit. I captured her mouth with mine; my blood boiled when her body was close. I started moving my fingers in and out faster. I curled them upwards hitting her G-spot, making her writhe. She was pinned to the wall, and when she was just about to come on my hand, I spun her around and slapped her ass.

“Dexter, please, baby.”

I loved hearing her begging for release.

“Spread your legs wide,” I ordered. I could get off just by looking at her round ass. She bent over and I thrust two fingers back inside her. She came instantly, biting her own hand to muffle the sound. I was rock hard, stroking my own shaft. Her juices drenched my hand. I was so fucked. Sasha had broken me completely.

Sasha

Dexter took me home after the lovely dinner with his family. He had an early-morning appointment with Dr. Bishop in the hospital and Dex said that he didn’t want me in his apartment, as I was too distracting. Things were going great and I didn’t particularly want to sleep alone, but we didn’t want to rush into things. Sex with Dexter would be mind-blowing, but it would also lead to letting him know that I had forgiven him.

In all my previous relationships, guys had to work hard before we passed second base. I would wait at least a couple of weeks, after I was certain that they weren’t playing with my emotions. With Dex, it was all unconventional, but I just needed to be sure that he went to his appointment and didn’t crumble under the pressure.

I had an early shift on Monday, and I was planning to drive straight to the gym. The pole competition was early next week and I needed more intensive practise. My body was flexible and I had trained really hard, but there were women out there that trained every single day.

I woke up on Tuesday morning stiff and very horny. Since he’d given me that amazing orgasm in his mum’s bathroom, my body craved more. There was a surprise for me the next day at ten a.m. Dexter had sent me the most amazing bouquet of red roses and some French croissants for breakfast, with my favourite coffee. I couldn’t freaking believe it. He’d transformed from the Prince of Darkness into a real Prince Charming. We both were holding off, and with each day he’d been convincing me that he’d kicked the old Dexter out for good.

The appointment went well, the meds are keeping me in the sane world.

—Your really fucked-up boyfriend-to-be

I smiled, feeling the warmth slowly filling up my heart. I freaking had fallen in love with this man without even knowing it whilst he was in the hospital. He was probably really frustrated and I wanted to thank him for being so patient. We were done with playing silly games. We both wanted each other, so I grabbed my phone and sent him a quick text, letting him know that I wanted him to meet me at the studio tonight after my practice.

That night’s session was hard. I went over my routine a few times, and by the time the hour was over, I was exhausted. Gina and the rest of the crew left straight after, leaving me alone. The day of the competition was approaching and I desperately wanted to do well. Since breakfast, I had been thinking about Dexter, wondering if he was missing me and getting turned on thinking about me. He wasn’t free of Victoria just yet, and my own insecurities were planting doubts in my head. I didn’t need another useless man; I couldn’t afford to get burned again. Kirk had wrecked me and Dexter had showed me that he was destructive enough. His illness had pulled us apart, but we had this deep crazy connection and I did love him. I was willing to risk it.

Apart from worries about “what if,” I was horny. Dexter had showed me that he did care that I was satisfied, and I was planning to reward him with a little pre-show of my pole routine.

we were having dinner,” he grumbled, walking into the empty studio. I learnt the hard way that he was very impulsive. If things didn’t go the way he wanted, Dexter turned into

I need to show you something,”

reservation at the Hilton. This better

will love this,” I whispered, kissing him softly when he finally sat down on

my moves. Just sit tight and watch me,” I said, innocently approaching the pole. He shifted on the chair, probably only now noticing that there was an actual pole in the room. I pulled my hair in a tight knot and glanced at him. Finally, his

earlier killer session, but I was getting turned on as Dexter’s eyes followed me. I lifted my legs up from the floor, bending my knees

him making love to me were distracting and I had to stay more focused. Shortly after that I did a basic inversion, my body shaking with the

was hooked around the back and, with my arms, I lifted my back up into the bar. I slid down and spread my legs, holding onto

glanced back at him, Dexter was walking towards me fast, unbuttoning

wait for more,”

the nice and understanding boyfriend, but my limit has been reached. We are going to fuck, hard. I am going to be inside you. Right now and

in here. Let’s

your clothes,” he ordered. I hesitated, knowing that this was a really, really bad idea. Dexter’s shirt was on the floor within moments, then mine followed along with my shorts. I was alarmed and excited at the same time, knowing that the doors

“Dexter, please. We can’t—”

of the room, right in front of the mirror. He removed my sports bra, leaving my knickers on. Each hair on the back of my neck stood up straight when he stood looking down on me with that familiar heated desire in his deep brown eyes. Then he pulled

cock, which was level with my face. He went down, distracting me for a second. My nipples were fully erect when he suddenly bit the left one, and I was fired into waves of pleasure and pain.

nipples until I was moaning. He used his teeth to remove my lace knickers, exhaling his warm breath over my needy pussy. The thrill of excitement and anticipation grew; my core was on fire. The deep rhythmic throbbing between my legs allowed me to forget about the unlocked doors. Dexter smiled and started licking me, slowly at first, then faster and greedier. Heat began ravaging my body, and my pussy was desperate for

digging into the skin on my thighs, trying to keep me in place. I was so close to orgasm and he had only just begun. I gripped the side of the mat, my heart pounding. Just one more

and shoved his throbbing cock inside me a moment later. I cried out,

ready for this, Barbie?”

moving inside me, and I screamed with pleasure, already worked up by his earlier tortures. He lifted me up so I was sitting on him, and my tits were bouncing up and down

didn’t take long for an orgasm to build inside of me, begging for release, and just before I reached that glorious cliff to fall off, he stilled

you

hard into me again. I had no idea how long he was planning to play with me like that, but after only few more hard thrusts that slammed up into my body, I was

“Get dressed. We’re leaving.”

me back on my feet. I didn’t want to think where we were going, but I really hoped

Dexter

there I wanted to devour her pussy all night until she begged me to let her sleep. It was her fault: she’d made me wait and she knew how much I fucking hated waiting around. Tomorrow, during a romantic dinner with

to the complex. Sasha kept telling me to slow down, but I wasn’t listening. I was already picturing what I could do to her in my own

finish what we

a half-hour nap before the next round,

only foreplay, Barbie. We have a

“Whatever, Dex. I’m tired.”

then took her hand, and we strolled towards the complex. I had never done this before, walking with a woman and holding her hand like we

when the

soon as I heard that fucking name. Sasha glanced at me. She didn’t have to say anything. Victoria had ruined our time together once before and it looked like she

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