Page 88 of Somewhere You Belong

I’ve fallen under Willow Marshall’s spell, and I don’t care what the consequences are.

I’ve never felt like this about someone before.

And it’s not just the sex, even though that is fucking blowing my mind to a monumental degree.

It’s her quick wit, her beauty, the hurt in her eyes that’s lurking beneath the surface.

It’s her headstrong stubbornness, her independence, but also her ability to let me take control when I know she wants to fight me on it.

I feel like she’s the part of my life that I’ve been missing.

But is it too soon to know that? Or even think it?

And I wonder if she feels it too.

As I lap at her clit, I release her hands and watch as she reaches up to pinch her nipples, sighing and moaning every time my tongue flicks her sensitive nub. My body reminds me to focus on the task at hand, worrying about feelings and conversations that need to happen later, so I dive back into making this woman feel incredible and making sure she knows she’s doing the same for me.

“Fuck, I could eat this pussy every day.”

“I might just let you,” she teases as I push back up on my knees, line my cock up to her core, and slide home.

I take one of her legs, drape it over my shoulder, and then lean forward to change the angle as I thrust, folding over her so I can meet her lips with my mouth. “Your cum is addictive, Willow. And you take me so fucking well, like your pussy needs my cock.”

“More, Dallas.” She cups my face and kisses me, moaning in approval and nodding each time I thrust—I’m trying to get as deep inside this woman as I can.

“Do you feel this?” I reach down and drag my hand between her breasts, feeling her heart hammer beneath my fingers, and then take her hand and place it on my chest in the same spot. “Do you feel what you do to me?”

“I do.” She throws her head back. “God, keep fucking me. Please, please, please!”

“Shit, you’re gonna make me come,” I grate out, grabbing her hips for leverage now, afraid I can’t hold back much longer, speeding up my thrusts as her words spur me on.

“Yes, please.”

“Fuck. I love hearing you say please.”

As I hover over her, pounding her pussy harder and deeper, she lines her lips up to my ear and whispers, “Pleasecome inside me and fill me up.”

And that’s when I lose it.

I come on a groan that bounces off the walls, stilling inside of her as my dick fills up the condom, feeling like my soul has left my body. I grip her hips so hard I’m sure to leave bruises, but my orgasm keeps going, powerful and intense. And then I collapse on the woman who officially just ruined me for all others when the last drop has left my body.

Willow drags her nails up and down my back. “Dallas…”

Breathing heavily, I manage to croak out, “Yeah, baby?”

“Who knew manners were your kink?”

I lose it, laughing out loud as I roll off her, watching her come apart as well, clutching her hands to her chest.

“I sure as fuck didn’t.”

She turns her face to me and says, “I don’t know why that was so hot, but it just spurred you on.”

My hand meets her cheek, and I say, “It wasn’t just the words, Willow. It was you.”

Chapter sixteen

Willow

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