Free The Exposé 3 by Roxy Sloane Page B

for him.
    “I always liked this
shirt,” he murmurs, leaning to kiss me. I sway against him,
loving the feel of his solid body and wicked, delving fingers. “Never
take it off.”
    “Never?” I let my
head fall on his shoulder, thrusting against his hand as I reach for
his belt.
    “Good point.” Dax
groans as I push down his pants and close my hand around his cock.
“New rule: when you’re here in this apartment, you get
naked as soon as fucking possible.”
    He yanks the shirt open. Buttons
go flying, but neither of us care. He closes his mouth around one
breast as I pull his hips closer.
    As
he thrusts hard into me, I moan out loud. How can this feel so good?
His cock slides deep inside, the friction driving me crazy,
stretching me open, filling me up.
    I reach to grab his ass, but Dax
takes my wrists and pins them behind my back. He rocks into me again,
controlling the pace, tormenting me with the thick, sweet strokes.
    “Fuck,” I gasp, as
his body pistons. The pressure is insane, rubbing my clit with every
thrust.
    “You’ve got a filthy
mouth,” Dax growls, biting down lightly on my lower lip. I
shudder, pleasure and pain thrumming through my body in an
irresistible rush.
    “It’ll be filthier
when it’s wrapped around your cock,” I whisper in his
ears.
    Dax
grips my wrists harder, grinding up so his dick fills me completely,
hitting that sweet spot. “Right there,” I moan.
    “You mean, here?” Dax
thrusts again.
    “Fuck.
Yes. Fuck!” I can hear my voice rising, desperate, but I don’t
care. All I care about is the relentless thick glide of his cock
inside me, every inch spearing me closer to oblivion, the precipice
just out of reach. “Dax,” I pant, rocking to meet him.
“Don’t stop.”
    “No fucking way.” Dax
slams into me, so hard I would jolt back on the countertop if he
wasn’t holding me down, pinning me in place. “You’re
mine,” he growls, forcing me to look at him, to see the
possession on his face. His eyes blaze with intensity, totally
dominant and fierce. “You belong to me now.”
    With
a final thrust, he takes me over the edge. My body combusts in a
shattering rush, and then he sounds a raw cry, exploding into me.
    Oh. My. God.
    I
come back to reality. Dax carries me over to a dining chair and sets
me down at the table. He puts my coffee in front of me, and unwraps a
bagel, fully-loaded.
    “Breakfast is served,”
he smirks, still naked from the waist down.
    I’m
still reeling from my incredible orgasm. “That’s full
service for you.”
    He chuckles, pulling his clothes
right and taking a seat beside me. “See, I have skills too.”
    He demolishes his bagel in three
bites, then looks hopefully at mine.
    “Nope,” I snatch it
away. “Something tells me I’m going to need some fuel.”
    Dax grins. “Eat up then.
I’ve got plans for you later.”
    I feel a happy glow, sitting back
and sipping my coffee. I sneak a look at Dax. Did he mean what he
said just now, that I’m his? Or was that just getting caught up
in the sex? Some guys will say anything in the heat of the moment.
    Either way, I’m happy not
to push it. Right now, it’s enough that we’re relaxing
together without any secrets, or lies, or conflict between us.
    “So
what’s your plan for the day?” Dax asks, still eyeing my
bagel.
    I
take pity on him, and pass him half. He wolfs it down right away. “I
don’t know.” I think. “I need to go home and
change, maybe fill in some more job applications. I might have to
swallow my pride and beg my old classmates to hook me up with a job
somewhere.”
    “You,
proud? I’d never guess it,” Dax teases.
    “There’s a lot you
don’t know about me,” I reply lightly. “Maybe if
you took me out for dinner tonight, we could have an actual
conversation for a change.”
    He grins. “You mean instead
of just fighting and tearing each other’s clothes off?”
    “We
can do that too,” I say. “After.”
    “Deal.” Dax nods.
“I’ve got