Page 73 of Somewhere You Belong

“I don’t have any,” I groan in agony.

“Well, you’re going to find some real quick if you don’t want me to stop.”

He hooks his thumb under the string on my hips, pulling my thong from my body, tossing it on top of my leggings, and then he ever so gently drags the tip of his tongue through my slit as I let out an embarrassing moan.

“Fuck, this pussy is perfect.”

I push myself up on my elbows and watch the man gently tease me with his tongue, drawing light circles around my clit while his eyes are locked on mine.

“Don’t stop.” I clutch onto the hair on the top of his head, relishing in the feeling of his mouth. “More…”

“More what?” he mumbles against me.

“More pressure.”

He grins. “That’s not what I meant.” He stops his movements completely, drawing his head away.

“What are you doing?”

With an arch of his brow, he says, “You’re forgetting the magic word, Willow.”

I glare at him, biting my cheek to keep from screaming. “You and your manners.”

“I told you. Manners go a long way.”

“How aboutnow, Dallas?” I say through clenched teeth, desperation laced in every word.

My body is practically vibrating with need and this man insists on trying to give me a lecture right now?

The smile drops from his face. “Your commands might work in other aspects of your life, Willow, but when I’m the one touching your pussy, I’m in control.”Why is the way he’s talking to me right now making me even hotter?“Now, do you want to come?”

Tipping my head back, I groan in frustration. “Yes!”

“Then how do you ask?”

Against all of my willpower, I grate through my teeth, “Please.”

“Good girl. Now cover my face with your cum.”

That’s when the feminism leaves my body, my desire for control snaps, and I nearly launch from the floor as Dallas feasts on my pussy like a man starved, working my bundle of nerves with his tongue like he’s on a top-secret mission and I’m the one with all of the answers that he needs.

I dig my hand in his thick, black hair, watching him eat me, squirming under his command. “Oh, God…yes…”

“God can’t help you right now, Willow. You wanted this, remember?” he murmurs between licks.

I shamelessly begin to ride his face. “Yes. Shit.” I bite my bottom lip. “Right there…”

He slides a finger inside me and I nearly come apart, his touch so precise as he curls his finger, stroking that magical spot that no other man has ever reached.

“Squeeze my fingers, Willow,” he mumbles against me as he slides another finger in, continuing with that same curling motion. “Clench that pussy.” I do as he says, tightening around his fingers as he works me higher and higher. “Fuck, that’s it.” He watches his fingers slide inand out of me, the sight beyond erotic. “God, I can’t wait for you to squeeze my cock.”

Dallas puts his tongue back on my clit, taking me higher and higher, playing my body like an expert. His movements are calculated, smooth, and sharp at the same time, like he’s trying to learn my body—like he’s worshipping me just as he said he would.

He reaches up to my chest with his free hand, caressing my breast, pinching my nipple through my bra before dragging his hand down my stomach, teasing my skin with his fingers before he moves back to my chest.

And then he drags his thumb down my bottom lip, making eye contact while his mouth stays on my pussy, so I suck his thumb into my mouth, moaning as I feel my orgasm bloom.

“Dallas…I’m almost there…” I breathe out shamelessly when he takes his hand back, squeezing my hip now, keeping me in place while feeling like I’m about to break out of my skin.

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