Page 29 of My Secret Santa Dallas

His gaze flared. “Get down on your knees and suck my cock… please.”

Dallas was intelligent; he’d twisted my order in a way that kept him in charge— but I wasn’t going to let him stay that way. I tugged at his shirt, and he growled in response.

Stepping away, he grasped the hem of his tee and yanked; the shirt landed over a lamp, his lips landed back on mine, and his hands quickly undid my blouse. Then my bra’s off, on the floor, and I grabbed the waistband of Dallas’s pants and pulled him in toward me, his mouth capturing mine again.

It felt, beyond good.

He’s turning me on beyond comprehension. He’s not inside me yet, and I’m halfway to bursting through my skin.

I bit my lip, trying not to show him how eager I am for this satisfaction. Dallas stepped back, and I sunk to my knees, pulling his pants open and tugging them down— Jesus, he was going commando.

His cock was monstrously erect, the crown fat and swollen purple, the vein bulging on the underside of his long, thick shaft. His cock brushed my cheek, and I had to hold back from turning and sucking the thick head into my mouth.

“Open,” he ordered.

I grinned, then took the crown of his cock into my mouth, teasing him first, licking the frenulum with flickering licks before I licked the slit at the top of his cock. I gripped his base and started stroking seconds before I took him down to my fist.

“Fuck.” Dallas slapped a hand to the wall over my head and grabbed my head.

Ignoring him, I bobbed my head, taking more of him each time. What I couldn’t swallow, my hands held and squeezed.

“Fuck, you were right,” Dallas groaned, his fingers playing with the back of my head. “You do have a smart mouth. Open your mouth. Wide as you can.”

I parted my lips, stretching my jaw. Dallas fucked my mouth slowly, keeping a tight hold on my hair, then tugged on my hair, then fucked my mouth just a bit harder.

“Roll and pinch your nipples as I fuck your mouth. Get yourself wet for me.”

I was pretty sure I was wet enough, but I still did as he ordered and rubbed and twisted my buds.

“That’s it, dirty girl, keep licking.” Dallas’s breath came in pants as I moaned around him; his hips kept a smooth stroke, but I could feel him thickening— and pulled off before he came.

“You’re not coming before you fuck me,” I said, getting to my feet and meeting his gaze. “Understood?”

“Is that your only term?” He asked while stripping off his shoes and pants, standing before me, spreading his arms wide, glorified naked.

I stripped the rest of my clothes before looping my arms around his neck. “Rock my body, make me come out of my mind with your cock in me, and the first person to come has to bring the other coffee every morning while we are here.”

Smirking, he grabbed, lifted, and dropped me on the bed. Light flashed through his gray eyes. Now he’s wild, one hand in my hair, his lips on my neck, licking down at my collarbone; he bit, and I yelped.

“I won't be your coffee bitch,” he said.

“We’ll see about that,” I tried to keep my eyes from rolling to the back of my head, but it was damn hard with Dallas sucking on one nipple, pinching the other with his nimble fingers, and the two fingers he fucked into my pussy.

The triple attack had me on the verge of busting, and Dallas, smug fucker, went on, his fingers still moving, now faster. What he was doing felt sinfully good, and I knew that if he kept that, kissing my mouth hard, his fingers working me to the edge. I’m going to come hard and fast in seconds, and I know it.

That cocky smile is there in his voice as he fucks me faster, his thumb slipping under the hood and finding my clit. The first press sent lightning through me, and when I could think again, I said, “I’m just impressed you can find the clit.”

He pinches it between his fingers, punishing me. “I took high school bio.”

Gripping his shoulders, I said, “I don’t think they had a chart of a woman’s erogenous zones next to the one where you dissect a fr— fuck!” I gasp, hips pistoning up. “I’m going to come.”

He finger-fucked me hard and kissed me harder— and I detonated, blinding pleasure rearing through me and every hair on my body standing on end, my skin washing hot. I couldn’t even breathe.

Chapter Eight

Dallas

Fuck: she’s pretty when she comes.

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