Phoenix Rising Issue #3 - S. R. Watson Page 0,31

don’t answer. I snuggle up next to him, wrapping my arms around his defined abs. His breath hitches. I wait once more for the rejection, but it never comes. Instead, he surprises me by lying back down. I can feel the unevenness of his respirations. I snuggle closer, letting the rhythm of his breathing lull me into a slumber. This is what I needed.

A warm hand slides between my thighs. My eyes spring open when it cups my center. Phoenix is leaning over me with a grin so devilish, there’s no missing his intent.

“Morning, my little creeper. How did you sleep?”

“Well, I was having the nicest dream until you woke me up groping my pussy,” I tease.

“Hmm. Tell me about this dream. Did it involve my mouth?”

“Mm-hmm,” I purr.

“My cock?”

“Oh, yeah. Lots of that.” I giggle.

“I have to say, sweetheart, I’m pretty jealous.”

“What? Jealous of who? Yourself?” He is being absolutely preposterous, and I can’t contain my laughter.

“Don’t laugh. I’m jealous of the dream version of me. He got to tap that pussy, and I’m lying here with a swollen cock.”

He pulls the covers back so I could see the evidence of his hard-on through his thin boxers.

“No need to be jealous. Don’t let a figment of my imagination overshadow you. Give me an encore. A real one.”

He winks at me before cupping me harder.

“I can’t think of a better proposal, love.”

He’s hovering above me in seconds. His forearms flexing on either side of me.

“Take them off,” he instructs huskily.

By “them,” he means my sleep shorts because I sure as hell am not wearing panties.

I slide them down my legs slowly, giving him a show with my submission. He leans back to help me rid of them. He audibly growls when my bare pussy graces his view.

“Show me how you play with it.”

I’m not a fan of having an audience while I masturbate, but I don’t want to find out the alternative. I don’t want our foreplay to stop. I reach between my legs, and it’s no surprise that I’m already wet. I love dominant Phoenix. His appearance is such a rare occurrence these days. I drag my middle finger through my slickness. I rub tiny circles on my clit, already feeling the build.

“Who’s the creeper now?” I ask brazenly.

I arch my back and spread my legs wider, giving him a world-class view.

“And I’ll wear that fucking title like a badge of honor. Look at how wet your pussy is getting. You like me watching as much as I do.” He inserts a finger, then two. “Don’t stop.”

I begin to rock into his fingers, massaging my clit harder with each pass. He crooks his finger in a come-hither motion, and my orgasm takes me over the edge as I pulsate around him. He quirks a devious eyebrow at me as he sheds his boxers. His cock juts forward, nearly touching his navel. His carved abs flex as he grabs his weeping cock.

“Put me in the game, baby. Give that greedy pussy of yours what you’ve been dreaming about.”

I love that he is so crass. The dirty talk turns my lady bits into a raging inferno. I lift my hips, and he meets me halfway. He obliges me with a few teasing strokes before he plunges to the hilt. The fullness has a delicious bite. I grip his muscular ass, guiding him to move.

“You’re so damn thick,” I cry out. “And so deep.”

“I’m going to split you in half, doll. I’m going to ride this cunt to oblivion.”

That is the only warning I get before he pulls halfway back and then slams into me. My body feels euphoric, his punishment delectably welcome. I wrap my leg around his waist, encouraging him to go deeper. I bite his shoulder to stifle my cries. Our rhythms sync, our fucking raw and untamed. We’re racing toward an earth-shattering orgasm, and I’m not sure who’s winning.

“Fuuuuccccck, Phoenix,” I manage between bites.

He angles his hips and hits a neglected spot. A spot to rival all fucking spots. Stars dance between my eyes as a tsunami is ripped from me. I hold on to his ass as he pumps his own release into me. I can’t move.

“Fuck is right, princess. That was downright fucktastic. My fucking kryptonite,” he admonishes. He turns over onto his back and pulls me on top of him. “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll get out of here while you can still walk. I’ve endured abstinence a little longer than I’ve