Page 110 of Somewhere You Belong

Dallas grinds his hips into mine from behind, leaning over my back so he can line his lips up to my ear. “Jesus, Willow. Clench that pussy, babe. Fucking milk me.”

I reach behind him and pull him closer by his ass, sending him forward yet again. “Don’t stop.”

Dallas is so deep in my pussy right now that he’s reaching depths I don’t even think I’ve discovered myself. His cock continues to stroke me expertly, building up my release quickly. The way this man fucks me should be illegal. I didn’t know it could feel this good, be this intense, like some sort of religious experience.

Our bodies are slick with sweat, blood is rushing through my veins, and every inch of my skin is alive with electricity. The stroke of his hands on my body sends pulses of energy and lust straight to my clit. I feel like I’m coming undone from the inside out.

This is the second time we’ve had sex since we went upstairs to his apartment after the games. Dallas took everyone back to the restaurant and made food and drinks to celebrate their win, putting the Cove Cup on the shelf behind the bar so everyone can see it when they walk in.

But now, as I feel Dallas start to lose it behind me, I focus on going over the edge with him, eager to relax and rest after a long but amazing day.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come, baby.” He reaches under us, finding my clit and circling it gently. “God, I want to paint your skin with my cum. I’ve been thinking about what you’d look like, covered in me, marked and owned…” His fingers put the perfect amount of pressure on me. “How does that sound to you?”

“Do it.” The second those words left his lips, my gut reaction was that I want that too. I want this man to own me, and giving myself over to him is more liberating than I imagined.

“Shit,” he groans. “Come with me then, Willow. Fall apart for me.” He lets out a growl as I scream and shatter simultaneously. When thefinal tremors race through my body, Dallas pulls out of me, rips the condom off, and releases his cum all over my back, groaning out loud.

I turn back to watch him stroke himself, cursing as he stares at my back, covering me in his release.

God, I want to be his in every way.

When he’s spent, he stills, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his abs contracting with each breath. Then he moves one of his hands to my back and rubs his cum into my skin, admiring his work. “Fucking beautiful.”

I sigh as he falls to the bed beside me, our bodies plopping down on the comforter below us.

“So good,” I mumble into the sheets.

“Incredible, Goose.” Dallas pulls me over to him so he can kiss me. “I’ll be right back.”

I watch his naked back side as he walks over to his bathroom to dispose of the condom, and then returns with two wash cloths to clean me up. He starts on my back, but not before smearing his cum into my skin again, grinning as he does so. But when he’s finished, he nudges my hip. “Roll over, sweetheart.” I do as he says, watching him gently clean between my legs with a second washcloth and then he tosses them in a clothes hamper beside the bed before lying back down with me. “You okay?”

I rest my head on his chest, tracing over his tattoo with my finger. “Better than okay. Today was…”

“Incredible.”

“Yeah, it was.” Sighing, I continue, “I’ve never been a part of something like that, Dallas. It’s crazy to me that there are places on Earth like this that feel like their own little worlds...”

A world I desperately want to be a part of more and more.

“Not even while growing up? You didn’t participate in relay races or carnival games?”

I shake my head. “No. My godparents weren’t keen on stuff like that, and sports were never my thing. I was more interested in studying.”

Dallas chuckles, making my head bounce with his laughter. “I can see that.”

“Are you saying you think I’m a nerd?”

His eyes meet mine again as he shifts to his side to face me. “Maybe, but in a sexy way. You’re intelligent and witty, Willow. And a strong, successful businesswoman. So all of that studying obviously paid off, right?”

I run my finger through his chest hair and back to his tattoo, studying his body. “It did.” My finger finds the scar on his ribs, the one I’ve seen many times now but have never asked about, wondering if now might be appropriate.

“Just ask, Willow.”

“What?”

“You wanna know where that scar came from, don’t you?” His voice is gravelly, deep and almost darker than just a moment ago.

“I mean…”

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