Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 124005 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 620(@200wpm)___ 496(@250wpm)___ 413(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 124005 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 620(@200wpm)___ 496(@250wpm)___ 413(@300wpm)
“Only you,” I agree.
He sends me careening into bliss with his mouth. I’m boneless and panting as he kisses his way back up my body. I can’t get enough of the taste of myself on his tongue, of the way it feels to be so completely worshiped by him. He keeps his mouth fused to mine as he reaches across to the nightstand. I expect him to grab a condom, but instead of a foil packet, he presses something silicone into my palm.
I break the kiss long enough to check it out. “Well, hello.” My gaze returns to his. “When did you get this?”
Dallas’s heated gaze turns molten, and his smile makes everything tighten. “After I told you you could fuck me.”
“You were serious.” I wasn’t sure if that was a heat-of-the-moment declaration, but I can’t deny how much I’d love to be the one to unravel him.
“Of course I was serious. I did some reading.” He rolls his hips, his cock sliding between my folds. “It was educational.”
“Oh? Fuck.” Images of Dallas on the edge of orgasm have me tipping my hips up in search of him. “And what did you learn?” The head nudges my entrance.
“That I need some training first, but that’s part of the fun.” He pushes in an inch. “Do you want me to get a condom?”
I shake my head. “I want to feel you.”
His eyes lock on mine as he shifts his hips forward, sinking into me. “You feel so damn good, Wills.” My nails dig into his shoulders, and his lip curls in satisfaction. “I could stay inside you forever, and it would never be long enough.”
“I can’t get enough of you, either.” I ease my hand down his back and dig my nails into his rock-solid ass, encouraging him to fuck me harder. I luxuriate in the delicious weight of him pressing me into the mattress, the way he fills me, consumes me, loves me. “Does this mean you want to start training now?” I ask as he grinds against me.
He pushes up on one arm. “I want what you want.” He holds up a small bottle of lube.
I uncap it, and he pours a little on the tip of the thin, tapered plug.
“Be a good boy and stay nice and deep.” I lift my head, and Dallas tucks another pillow under it as I look down the broad expanse of his back to the glorious globes of his ass. I slide the plug between his cheeks, and he sucks in a breath as I press against the opening.
I brush my lips over his cheek. “Look at me when I’m fucking you,” I whisper.
His gaze meets mine as I ease the plug inside, slowly, a little at a time. His mouth drops open, and his brow furrows as I push it deeper. “Well, fuck me, honey.”
“It’s good, isn’t it?” I keep going until the plug is fully seated inside him.
“Jesus.” He drops his head and nuzzles my neck. “I need to start moving.”
“Not yet, honey.”
He groans, and his arms tremble with the effort it takes to hold off, to wait for my next command.
“On your back for me. I get to fuck you now.”
One second I’m under him, and the next I’m straddling his hips. His chest heaves, his eyes on fire as his fingers dig into my skin. I fold back so my ass rests on his thick, muscular thighs and crook my finger at him. He obeys the silent command and sits up. His eyes flare, and his hold on my hips tightens. “Oh my hell.”
“Even better now, isn’t it?”
“So damn good,” he agrees.
I run my hands through his hair and rest my forearms on his shoulders as I start to move, rising until I feel the ridge at my opening before I take him inside me again. Dallas’s fingers dig into my hips and he helps move me over him. His eyes stay locked on mine, his expression fierce as he bounces me on his cock, fucking me, filling me, worshiping me.
Sweat trickles down my spine as sensation builds, every nerve ending alight with desire.
“Look at you, fucking me like the goddess you are.” Dallas fists my hair and claims my mouth as a tidal wave of sensation sweeps over me. “Do you know how much I want you? How much I need you?”
I find myself laid back on the bed, Dallas’s hips slapping against mine as he takes over, pounding me into the mattress like he’s exorcising demons from my pussy. I slide my hand down his back and press on the plug as he slams into me one last time.
He tries to bury his face against my neck, but I grip his chin with my other hand. “Eyes on mine when I’m making you come, honey.”
“Fuck, I love you.” He groans against my lips as a shudder wracks his sweat-soaked body.