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“Please.”
He releases my chin and presses me hard against the rock wall. With one hand, he grabs my wrists and pins them above my head. With the other, he continues to tease me. "You're going to have to do better than that," Dixon taunts, his voice a low rumble that resonates through me. His fingers continue their maddening dance, teasing and retreating, never quite giving me the release I crave.
I arch my back, pressing myself harder against his hand, trying to force him deeper. But Dixon is too strong, too skilled. He holds me in place, his gaze never wavering.
"Please," I beg again, my voice a desperate whimper. "I need it. I need you."
Dixon's lips curl into a smirk. "I told you to beg," he commands, his fingers quickening their pace. The pleasure is almost unbearable, my orgasm just out of reach. I feel like, if I don’t come, I might die. I’m desperate, shaking. “Beg like a good little slut.”
"Please, Dixon," I gasp, my hips bucking against his hand. "I'm yours. Do whatever you want with me. Please, just let me come."
His eyes darken at my words, and for a moment, I think he might finally give me what I want.
But then he pulls away, leaving me gasping and my body feeling like it’s on fire.
"Not yet. I want more from you before I give you what you want."
He steps back, and I slide down the wall, my legs unsteady beneath me. Dixon watches me with a predator's gaze, his eyes devouring every inch of my shaking, naked body. In desperation, I reach between my legs. My fingers are on my clit for a single second before he seizes me, twisting my hand behind my back, and shoving me hard, face-first, against the rock wall. The cool stone soon turns slick with the sweat from my face and my hot breath.
“I control when you come, Alexandra. You haven’t begged hard enough to earn that fucking privilege.”
My chest rises and falls rapidly as I try to catch my breath. All I can think about is how close I am to coming, how desperately I want to feel release shake my body. I swallow hard, trying to clear my throat. "Please, Dixon. Please, make me come. I need it. I need it so bad. Please."
His smirk widens. "That's more like it. But you still haven't begged hard enough."
He releases my hand and steps closer, his body presses against mine. I’m forced even further against the rock wall of the cave, the cold stone shocking against my skin. His erection is hard and hot against my ass, a silent reminder of what he's capable of doing to me.
"Get on your knees," he commands in a low voice.
My legs feel like jelly, but I obediently drop to my knees, my face still pressed against the cold rock. My hands tremble as they slide back to where his cock is pulsing, just inches from my face.
He takes several steps back.
“Turn around. Crawl to me.”
I turn around and crawl to him, my knees sore on the hard, cold rock of the cave floor.
“Open your mouth,” he orders as I kneel in front of him. I do so, and I reach out to take him, my hands trembling as I wrap them around its length.
"Good girl," Dixon says, his voice rough with desire. "Now, put that mouth to good use."
I lean in, my tongue flickering at the tip of his cock. He groans, reaching down to thread his fingers through my hair, guiding me in my exploration. I slide my tongue along the length of his shaft, feeling the veins that pulse beneath the skin, tasting the saltiness of his desire. Dixon's hips buck, pushing himself deeper into my mouth, and I take him further, my throat stretching to accommodate him. His breathing becomes more ragged, his body trembling with the desire that's building up inside him.
His fingers tighten in my hair, pulling me closer to him, and I know he's close. I speed up my movements, taking him harder and faster, my lips and tongue working in tandem to bring him the release he's been craving.
“That's it," he moans, his voice hoarse with pleasure. "Fuck, you're good at this."
A moment later, he groans loudly, his hips thrusting as his orgasm overtakes him. The warmth of his come floods into my mouth, and I swallow it, savoring the taste of him. When he pulls out of my mouth, I stay on my knees, my head down, my cheeks flushed, my body thrumming from the experience of making him climax and hoping he will finally let me come.
Dixon pulls me up, wrapping his arms around me, crushing me to his chest.
“You're mine," he whispers in my ear, his voice rough with emotion. "And I'm going to make sure you never forget it."
His lips find mine, and our tongues dance together, our bodies entwined in a way that leaves no doubt about who owns whom. I can feel the strength of his chest, feel his cock still hard and pulsing against me. I rock my hips back and forth and the head of his cock brushes my pussy, sending a jolt of pleasure racing through my body. He moans, and better still, doesn’t stop me, so I do it again. Another jolt, stronger this time. I moan, reach between us and take hold of his cock, holding it in place while I rock myself back and forth, grinding my pussy against his dick.
“Please, Dixon," I gasp. "Please, let me come."
“I think you’ve earned it, Alexandra," he says. "But first, I need to make sure you're ready for what's coming."
