"hi, princess," the sudden, familiar, dark voice at the doorway makes you jump.
"fuck!" you whirl towards his voice, glaring at him. "god, dex, get the fuck out of my house!" you toss what you were working on onto the coffee table. he hums noncommittally as he stalks towards you. "i'm serious, dex. get the fuck out!" he's so close to you now that you can smell him, expensive cologne mixed with his sweet musk. you barely register what you've done until you feel the sting on your palm. you blink, looking at dex's head tossed to the side from the force of your slap. there's a soft growl as his lips curl, face twisting in disgust and anger.
slowly he turns to look at you, expression once again impassive. immediately you're stumbling backwards, shaking your head and muttering incoherent pleas. the back of your thighs hit your desk as dex pursues you with a dangerous glint in his eyes. so fast you can barely register, a thick hand wraps around your throat, just barely lifting you off the ground and further into the desk. you gasp, mouth agape as he constricts your breathing. your pussy clenches around nothing. "now, why the fuck did you just hit me?" he says between gritted teeth. you try to stammer out an apology, pleas to let you go, but you can barely breathe. the most you can manage is a pitiful "please,"
suddenly dex is dropping you, ass landing hard against the desk as you pant. dex barely gives you a second to recover before he's ripping you off the desk, whirling you around bending you over and pressing your abdomen into the desk. "you're going to regret that," he mutters, nestling his crotch against your ass. "do you understand, princess?" a hand is around your throat again, while the other is gripping your hip hard enough to bruise. tears are welling up in your eyes, cunt already aching for him against your better judgement.
the hand around your throat moves to grab a fistful of your hair and tugs hard, making your back arch painfully and tilts your face to look at him. his expression is dark and angry, lust swirling in his blown out pupils. "answer me," he tugs again making you whimper. "do," he grinds against your ass, "you," dex grips your hip impossibly tighter, "understand?" he's no longer playing games with you.
"please," you half sob, "let me go, dex." he's off you in an instant. you slump against the desk, elbows hitting the wood hard as you try to collect yourself. you can barely hear the jingle of his belt through the roaring in your ears.
his rough hands are on you again, slipping his fingers into your waistband and forcefully pulling down both your bottoms and underwear. he crowds your space again, thick cock sliding over your soaked cunt making him groan. "i'll make you understand, sweetheart," he whispers against your hair, head dipping to bite and lap at your neck as he uses your wetness to lube himself. you moan at the feel of him, trying to garner the strength to fight him off... but, god, he knows your body too well.
"dex," you whine, desperate and needy for the man who just broke into your home minutes earlier. pathetic and horny for the man who's been the only person to ever break you. "fuck me," you plea, shoving your ass against him.
he groans against your neck, biting you hard. "i'm calling the shots," he grunts "not the whore who just slapped the only guy who knows how to fuck you right." he pulls back and slots his cock between your ass, fingers coming around to play with your clit. you lurch forward, breath hitching when he finally slips his fingers inside you. you're melting into him, knowing full well you're giving him exactly what he wants. your bring one hand to his wrist and the other behind your back to grip his hip and pull him closer to you. "be patient!" his free hand slaps your ass, hard. dex's fingers slip out of your pussy and grips the nape of your neck.
without warning he's shoving his cock into you, pushing your head down harshly onto the cool desk. you scream as you take all of him, barely getting time to adjust to the size of him as he brutally drills his cock into you. "brat," he mutters squishing your face harder into the desk. you're falling apart underneath him, moaning wildly and bucking your hips back against his dick. dex carves half-moon shapes into your side as he grips you tightly to pull you on and off his cock the way he wants.
your body goes taut and your violently coming on his cock, cunt constricting and making him groan loudly. dex grabs your hair again and tugs as he bends over you, capturing your mouth in his as he fucks you relentlessly through your orgasm. tears are falling freely now as your tongues dance and his brutal pace never falters. "good," he mumbles, "so fucking good, darling," his control is wavering fast, forehead falling against your shoulder.
"come, dex," you whine, overstimulated and overwhelmed by him. this snaps him out of his reverie and he's pulling out of you, flipping you over and bending your legs so your knees press against his chest before he's pounding into you again, pulling his cock almost all the way out of your cunt before slamming himself to the hilt over and over again.
your back arches off the desk and your vision goes white as you come around his cock again. you're trembling, you can barely think as dex continues to treat you ruthlessly. "say it again," he whispers against your cheek, "say my name again, princess."
"dex," you breathe, nerves shot as you continue to take him. "dex, god, dex!" his hips stutter and falter, burying himself deep inside you as he cums. he groans your name and slumps against you.
then, he's laughing. you hum in confusion. "i fuck you so good," he pulls out of you and steps back, leaving you alone and cold sprawled on your desk. "and you have the nerve to still slap me." he says darkly. you close your eyes and grimace. he threads his fingers through your hair and pulls you to sit. "do you know how long you'll have to pay for that?" he tilts his head, a menacing grin on his face. looking up at him through your lashes, you softly shake your head. "all fucking night," he growls, picking you up and carrying you to your bedroom. "and then some." he throws you onto the soft mattress before towering over you again.
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listening to make it hard to steer by holywatr thinking about car sex with dex. in the dead of night, pulling over to the side of some deserted backroad and flicking the headlights off while you tug on his hair and kiss his neck. pulling you over the console and onto his lap, reclining his seat back. big, broad hands hastily traveling over your body as you bite his neck and kiss his jaw. rough fingers dipping under your skirt to find you without panties on, already wet and ready for him. groaning into your hair as he slips his fingers inside you, ducking his head to swallow your mewls and shove his tongue down your throat. you can't get enough, riding his fingers, panting with your nails carving half moons into his skin. dex's other hand comes up to wrap around your throat applying blissful pressure and bringing you impossibly closer to the edge. your body goes taut and he guides you through your first orgasm, voice deep and hoarse with lust. you're fumbling with the zipper of his jeans, his fingers still moving deep inside you, car windows already fogged over. he chuckles darkly, amused by your haste and the way you're trembling because of him. he withdraws his fingers before you can topple over the edge again, making you whine. dex whispers low in your ear, gripping your ass. you're climbing into the backseat now, the anticipation making the blood in your veins sing as your heart beats even faster. he's behind you in an instant, the zipper of his jeans being harshly tugged down. one hand holds your hip while the other grabs a fistful of your hair and pushes your cheek into the frigid window, making you shiver with need. without warning he's shoving his cock deep inside you. you're squealing in surprise and pain and dex inhales sharply, his control wavering as you feel him shake with pleasure. he's drilling into you, car shaking, dex bending over to bite your shoulder and kiss your neck. the hand on your hip travels up to your breasts, sliding under your bra, pinching and tugging on your already-hard nipples. the sensations are all overwhelming; dex's broad body towering over you, the cold air seeping into the car, the sound of him slapping against your ass as he pounds into you. the only coherent thing running through your head is just how good dex is making you feel and knowing there is nothing better than this.
one of the many pleasures in dex's life is eating you out.
he'll get you naked, lay you softly on the bed... tease you without mercy, covering you in marks and coating your nipples in his spit. he could easily get off on the sounds you make. he positions himself carefully between your legs so you can't buck your hips against him or push your thighs together for some sort of relief. he just can't bring himself to let you when he's so enthralled by the noises you can't help but make. he wants you trembling, crying underneath him.
and finally, finally when he's had enough of that he traces his lips down your stomach, his big and broad shoulders shoving your legs impossibly far apart.
his rough hands bring your thighs to rest on his shoulders, posed on your ass to hold your cunt against him when you inevitably squirm. dex blows cold air onto your wet cunt, relishing in your frustrated groan and whines. then his lips are pressed against you, slowly tasting you until he can't get enough and he growls, devouring you whole. he could get off on the way your thighs flex around his head, too. he could easily suffocate here if you let him. dex can stay between your thighs for hours, getting you off over and over again until your voice is hoarse and you're seeing stars. until there's no tears left to cry.
you can never guess how long he'll stay down there, but you always know what to expect when he's groaning against your clit, teeth grazing you. he'll have you on your stomach, big hand pushing the small of your back into the mattress and the other gripping your hair and tugging. then he's pushing into you, a dark rumble resonating through his chest. dex kisses your back, shoulder, neck, cheek, hoarsely whispering sweet nothings into your ear. praising how well you're doing for him, how good you are to him, how perfectly you take him. tears spill down your face and he licks the salt from your cheek. he'll cum inside you without warning, rutting harshly into you, his forehead falling to rest on your shoulder blade.
dex treats you softly after. he placates you with water, pulls you against him, pushing your sweaty hair back and out of your "pretty face." he'll lull you to sleep, his rough, deep voice praising you and leaving gentle kisses to the top of your head.
He smiles wearily when you try to lift your weight again after he insisted more than ten times that you can sit down and do whatever you want with him.
You would do it if it were that easy... If only shame didn't gnaw at you every time you grind your warm and wet pussy against his chest while your swollen clit gently kisses his hardened nipple with each small forward thrust, making him tense beneath you and look away from your face.
“Why—Why do you keep looking away?” you huff, trying to adjust yourself so you don't put all your weight on him in this awkward position while still being able to keep rocking on his breast, spreading your slick all over his soft skin.
Dex gasps when a particular movement of your hips makes you let out a breathy little noise that makes him feel dizzy so quickly, affecting him more than it should, managing to make his clothed cock twitch under his soothing hand.
“Nothing…” he breathes out after a moment, desperately trying to hide his flustered state while still being quite proud of making you feel that way. “It’s just that you look—look so good.”
That sweet and hoarse voice causes your face to burn in sheer embarrassment and your movements quicken over his chest without even wanting to, his words are accompanied by his free hand moving up your thigh, manhandling you and pawing at the flesh possessively until you’re finally sitting on him completely, at an angle where each thrust rubs your bare pussy against his nipple and the curve of his breast, parting your wet folds, soaking his muscle with your wetness.
The sensation of the skin against your sensitive clit weakens you more and more, and you have to lean forward to place your hands on either side of his head to be able to keep going and he yelps your name, almost high pitched, so pathetic, panting in ecstasy for the way you’re hovering over him now.
His hand is quickening its movements, the thin fabric of his pants is clinging to his weeping useless cock that doesn't stop leaking and he must be so wet, so sensitive.
The mere thought is enough to double your arousal, sending sweet tingles through your lower belly, and you decide to compliment him as well because you want to hear more of that needy little tone, “you look good too, Dex, so pretty...” you manage between broken gasps, closing your eyes to concentrate on how good and arousing it feels to hump his tit without stopping. Dex arches his back, squeezing his cock in fear of coming so quickly with just a few words while you use him as your toy.
“Do I? ” he asks so eagerly, looking at you with glossy eyes and adorable rosy cheeks, he's ruined and you haven't even done anything. How can he be so pathetic when you're not even touching him? It's truly obscene how much of a shameless whore he can be while you're fucking his big and pretty tits.
And to respond to his pitiful little question you just hum and nod desperately, suddenly craving more friction, going faster, dripping and panting incoherently when it doesn't seem enough.
Now, to make matters worse, it's his turn to mock you even though he's so close to finishing as he's stroking his cock roughly. Dex grins at you as he brings his free hand to your stomach, feeling the heat radiating fron your skin then going a little lower to press against your lower belly to make you quiver and twitch on top of him, forcing you to tell him again how good he looks while he purrs about how well you're doing for him.
Both of you constantly seeking the delicious praise that only you can give each other.
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you're standing at your kitchen island when dex comes in through your living room window. whirling, you mumble a small "dex?" a deep growl resonates in his chest. he has a gnarly, bleeding cut on his brow, a split lip with blood running down his chin, sweat making his hair string and stick to his forehead.
he's immediately stalking towards you, adrenaline still pumping through his veins and breathing deep, steps heavy with a tired limp. dex is pulling off his belt, closing in on you. you're frozen, a slight tremble in your legs. he reaches you, one hand darting out to grip your hip while the other unbuttons and pulls down his pants. dex pulls you towards him before he's backing you onto your couch, grip tight on your hip still and free hand now shoving your bottoms off.
the next thing you know he's pushing into you without any prep, but it hardly matters as your were wet for him the moment he landed deftly on your floor from the window. another guttural groan from him, keeping a brutal pace as he fucks you mercilessly. dex has his head shoved into space between your neck and shoulder. you can feel the slick of his sweat and the stick of his blood. you're whining, dex's lips trailing from your shoulder, to neck, to jaw, and finally your mouth. you can taste the tang of his blood, the salt of his sweat, feel his tongue against yours. keening into his mouth, you're falling apart, convulsing around him.
he refuses to let up. if anything, he's speeding up. the smack of his hips rutting into yours, the feel of his cock hitting your cervix, it's all too much. you're begging him to slow, to pause, to let you breathe. although, there's no getting through to him now, he's lost to the feeling of you, chasing his own high and ridding himself of the adrenaline that built up, using you to come down from the high of his fight to the death. rough hands grip and pull and bruise your body. teeth sink into your neck and you're cumming again without warning. you're screaming now, crying his name. "dex, god, dex, please-"
clenching around him forces another growl from him, pace unruly, stuttering, throbbing inside you as he fills you completely. catching his breath, he pulls you impossibly closer to him. then, there's a gentle hand resting against your cheek, a rough thumb wiping the blood he transferred to you. a sheepish, small "sorry," and a chuckle is all he offers before kissing you softly.
