Page 40 of Crave Me

“Halfway there, beautiful. You were made to take this. Fuck, you’re so perfect, Blaire.”

“Oh god, Dallas, I feel so full.”

“Almost, baby.”

He presses in again, two more piercings grazing my rim as he fills me. The feeling of each of them drives me insane. He finally,finally, presses all the way in, filling me completely, and stops, giving me time to adjust and relax.

“You took all of me, Blaire, you did so well. You like it? You like having your ass filled with my cock?”

“God, yes, Dallas.”

I wiggle against him, loving the sensation it gives me. He moans, deep and masculine, and then he starts to pull out. Each piercing is evident as he withdraws slowly and presses back in, impossibly deep.

“Shit, you feel so good. So. Fucking. Tight.”

I relax further, loving the feeling, and start to meet him thrust for thrust. The pace is torturously slow, and I want more, I want it harder. I trust him not to hurt me. I press my hands against his chest, pushing him away from me. He gets the hint and moves to his knees between my legs, pulling out completely and grabbing my hips. His strong arms roll me, flipping me onto my stomach and pulling my hips back up to him. His hand goes to my head, pressing it down into the mattress so that my ass isin the air. I hear the squirt of lube and then he’s notching that head back at my entrance and pressing in. It’s much easier this time since I’m stretched and ready to accept his girth.

“Oh, fuck, such a dirty little princess. Your ass is swallowing me, Blaire, taking me so fucking well.”

“Aah. Dallas! Holy shit.”

His thrusts are stronger now, deeper, his moans becoming louder and mixing with his dirty words.

“Touch yourself, baby. Make yourself come while I fuck this pretty ass.” His palms grip into the meat of my ass, grabbing a handful and squeezing, massaging. “Fuck, this ass. I could fuck you like this every day, dirty girl.”

I move my hand between my legs, easily slipping through my wet center and finding my clit. I press down firmly, swirling my fingers in small circles, pleasure racing up my spine.

“Dallas, I’m going to come. It all feels too good.”

His palm comes down and slaps my ass, my cheek shaking from the force of it. I moan loudly at the sting.

“Wait for me,” he growls.

I whine, slowing down my movements and trying to hold out, but it’s too hard. The pleasure is too much.

“I can’t, please,” I beg desperately.

He thrusts into my asshole once more before groaning loudly, “Come, baby, fucking come for me!” I press down firmly and that’s all it takes. I’m washed away in euphoria as the pleasure takes over. My legs shake, collapsing down onto the bed, and Dallas follows me, lying on my back. I scream out his name as I’m lost to it all.

“You’re incredible. You just blew my mind.”

“You’re lying,” I pant, unsure why I’m looking for confirmation that he isn’t feeding me a line of bullshit, but there’s a huge part of me that lives for his praise. Something I’ve never wanted or needed before, but with him, I crave it.

“I don’t bother with lies. There’s no point in them. I’ve never been like that-no one has ever-fuck. I’m at a loss for words, princess. But that was mind-blowing, and I’ve never come so hard in my life. Thank you for giving me that part of you.”

His words fill me with satisfaction, and I smile into the mattress. After we’ve caught our breath, he climbs off me, pulling me with him. He starts the shower, gets out two towels, and hangs them on the hooks next to the walk-in shower. We both step in, Dallas pulling me into the spray. I let him, and the warm water feels so good on my body. When he grabs the shampoo and moves to wash my hair, I grab his wrist, stopping him.

“Please. Let me clean you up.”

“Washing my hair isn’t cleaning me up after sex, that’s something else entirely. Thank you, though. I can do it.”

He concedes, knowing that I’m right. We finish our shower and dress in comfy clothes, because why would we get dressed? Not that I have anything here anyway.

The rest of the day goes by slowly, but somehow we avoid deeper conversation about me. He tells me about growing up at the distillery. How he and his brothers used to play hide and seek in the barrel stock house, and then once they got older, used to sneak girls into it to fool around. He talks about his parents and their love for each other, how his dad has worshiped his mom for as far back as he can remember. His stories fill my heart with happiness for him and his family, but also make me yearn to have one of my own someday. It’s not even that I am desperate to have children, because I’m not, but I hope whoever I end up spending the rest of my life with has a family like the Hayes. It’s incredibly rare to be so close and love each other so fiercely. At least, it is in my world.

Chapter Fifteen

Dallas

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