Mama’s Boy by Avery Flynn

Chapter Forty-Nine

Dixon

Feeling Fiona come all over his fingers, her wetness making her soft folds slick, blew Dixon’s mind with its sexy simplicity. Needing to taste her, he brought his fingers up to his mouth and sucked her sweetness off one before painting her lips with the other and kissing the taste of her off her own lips. Fuck, this woman. He couldn’t get enough of her.

She grabbed his shirt, holding on to him as if she felt it, too, that tug, that need that couldn’t be denied. Slowly he eased his back from her, hating the loss of contact.

Her eyes fluttered open, a teasing grin turning her luscious lips upward. “I might be bowlegged tomorrow.”

“Just wait for what comes next.”

A possessiveness he didn’t recognize filled him. He was the one who’d put that blissed-out look in her eyes, the satisfied rumble in her voice, and the hazy, lust-drunk fuzziness in her expression. He’d done that. He wanted to do it again and again and again. His cousins were going to have to wait a long time—maybe a decade—before he’d agree to their plans for date six. In the meantime, he’d spend his time memorizing every gorgeous inch of Fiona’s body, the twisty-turny way her mind worked, and exactly what it took to keep that smile on her face.

She shivered against him as her fingers went to the buttons of his shirt, undoing them one by one in quick succession. “Is that a threat or a promise?”

His dick twitched. “Both.”

Fiona smirked, the teasing glint in her eye that always meant trouble apparent even in the moonlit room. “The time for talk is over.” She took a step back. “I need you inside me. I did my part, after all.”

The tease. God, he loved it. She kept him on his toes, ready, waiting, wondering what she’d do next. In this case, it was to strip off his shirt and then unzip his jeans and pull them down to the floor as she went on her knees in front of him. No doubt ready for her revenge, she teased him, rubbing his cock through his boxers, tugging the material downward but not enough to take it off.

“You’ll pay for this,” he said, his voice raw from the lust riding him hard.

She winked up at him. “I really hope so.”

And then she whipped his boxers down his legs, stealing whatever he would have said next. The first touch of her tongue on his cock made him squeeze his eyes closed. The softness of her lips around his dick, the suction with which she drew him in, made his knees weak. By the time she made the first downward stroke with her mouth, taking him all in, he was the one holding on to the bedposts with both hands, wordlessly begging for more.

Again and again, she took him deep, all the way to the back of her throat before slowly releasing him and then playing with the swollen head, kissing it, making out with it, using her tongue to taste his pre-come before looking up at him with those big brown eyes, licking her lips and saying, “Yum.”

“Damn, Fiona.” He tangled his fingers in her hair, pulling tight and stopping her before she could take him in again. “If you want me inside you, it has to be now.”

Her perfect pink lips formed a sassy pout before she puckered her lips and blew a cool breath against his rock-hard length. The sensation almost sent him over the edge.

Without prelude or warning, he picked her up from where she was kneeling and tossed her onto the bed. She landed with a giggle in the middle of the mattress, sending the pillows flying. Crossing over to the side, he yanked open the drawer in his nightstand and grabbed a condom, rolling it on in record time.

“On your stomach,” he all but growled out.

Obviously realizing he was a man on the edge, she rolled over, presenting that fucking amazing big, round ass of hers to him. Hands on her hips, he tugged her back until her knees were on the edge of the mattress while he stood on the floor beside the bed.

He lined himself up with her soft folds, unable to stop himself from rubbing the head of his cock against her clit. “There’s no one else in the world who does this to me.” He sank into her warmth, sliding forward until he was embedded in her as far as he could. “Only you, Fiona. Only you.”

Entranced by everything about her, from the way her ass jiggled each time he thrust into her, to the way her back muscles moved as she met him stroke for stroke, to the way she tried to muffle her moans into the covers on his bed, he fucked her. Hard. Deliberate. Determined to make it last as long as he could because being with her was better than anything else. He adjusted his hold on her hips, tightening it, and bringing her against him with more force. She arched her back, changing the angle and allowing him to drive deeper, to fill her completely.

Her moans turned into groans that turned into begging for more as she fisted the sheets in her hands before her spine bowed and she threw her head back as her second climax rocketed through her and she squeezed him tight. Watching her, feeling her come around him, Dixon realized that he never wanted to stop seeing her. Not today. Not tomorrow. And sure as hell not after the sixth fucking date.

His balls tightened. “Fiona,” he groaned in a harsh whisper as he promised himself he’d find a way. He’d get the win-win. Then his vision went black, and he surged inside her one last time before his orgasm shook him right to the core.