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)
As I unfasten the last few buttons on his shirt, Dallas’s fingers explore my dips and curves. He kisses up the side of my neck. His other hand glides up the inside of my thigh.
“You’re very distracting,” I murmur as I push his shirt over his shoulders and tug it free.
“You’re better at multitasking than I am, and I can’t keep my hands to myself when you’re naked and undressing me.”
He nibbles my earlobe as I run my nails down his chest, appreciating just how hard he works to be in this kind of physical condition. My fingers glide along the waistband of his pants, and he makes a deep noise in the back of his throat. I unclasp his belt, pop the button, and drag the zipper down. The temptation is too much to resist, and I slide my hand into his boxer shorts, wrapping my hand around his length for the first time.
“Fuck me.” Dallas groans into the side of my neck. He cups my face and pulls back, eyes dropping to my hand inside his boxers. I free him, and he makes a guttural sound as I stroke my thumb over the head. I can’t take my eyes off his face, the overwhelming euphoria that softens his features, or the intense way he watches my hand.
I have this effect on him. I make him feel this way. And I can’t believe it’s taken me this long to see it. Him. How he feels about me. It’s so obvious, so devastatingly clear, and I’ve been oblivious, stuck in a past that colored my view of him. Because I wasn’t ready to believe anything else.
“Enough,” Dallas barks. He pries my fingers from his thick, swollen cock and brings my hand to his lips. “You can touch me later, but first, I get to worship you.”
Dallas guides me back down to the mattress and stretches out over me, settling in the cradle of my hips. His erection presses against me through his boxers. He kisses me, softly, tenderly, and then works his way down my body, devoting attention to each sensitive spot, his fingers gliding over my breasts, followed by his lips. He continues his descent and settles between my thighs on a contented sigh. Half his body hangs off the too-small bed, but he loops his arms around my thighs, broad shoulders spreading me wide. His gaze lifts as his tongue finds my most sensitive skin. His eyes flutter shut as he groans. “Fuck, I’ve been dying to taste you again.”
His wide palms settle on the insides of my thighs, and he holds me open as his tongue explores. All that soft, gentle sweetness evaporates, and the reverence with which he kissed his way down my body turns into ravenous hunger.
Awareness seeps in that when he did this before, it came from a place of true desire. This entire time he’s wanted me. I fist his hair and moan as sensation builds with every sure stroke of his tongue and curl of his fingers. The orgasm rockets through me, his name a scream on my lips.
“Yes,” he groans. “That’s it. Let go, honey. These are my orgasms, and I want all of them.” He laps at my clit, soft strokes that make me shudder and whimper. “And that sound. I’ll never get enough of it.”
My pussy clenches around nothing, and the ache inside me expands. “I need you in me, please.”
“I’m not done down here.” He fucks me with his tongue.
“You can eat my pussy again later, but right now, I need you.”
His gaze lifts and darkens. “I’m sorry, what was that?”
I don’t quite understand the sudden shift in his demeanor. He bites the inside of my thigh.
“Cock. I need you to fill me with yours.”
He gives my clit one last, soft kiss and prowls up my body, broad shoulders rolling, thick biceps flexing. “Say it again.” He stops to suck each nipple. Somehow, during the oral-gasms, he must have taken off his pants and boxers, because he’s completely naked now, and his glorious erection drags against the inside of my thigh as he kisses over my collarbones.
“Say what again?” I’m delirious with need, body in overdrive, anticipation making me a live wire.
“Tell me what you need.” He braces his weight on his hands as he hovers over me, mouth an inch from mine, the head of his cock rubbing against me.
I cup his beautiful face in my palm and see the feelings he has for me swimming in his eyes. Everything I’ve missed. “You, Dallas. I need you inside me.”
He leans over to the nightstand and opens the top drawer. A moment later, he produces a condom. I take it from him and tear the foil packet open. He shifts to give me better access, and I roll it down his length. And then he settles between my thighs again.