Page 47 of Crave Me

“Oh god, Dallas, that feels so good.”

Another smack, the palm of my hand connecting hard with her ass cheek, the flesh burning. Wetness floods my mouth. Fuck yes, she loves it. I grip her hips, showing her just how I want her to move on me, rocking her back and forth on my face. Her body takes over, rotating and gyrating on me while I lick and suck her thoroughly.

“That’s it, baby. Fuck my face. So fucking good. Drench me.”

“Aah. Dallas. Oh god!”

Her legs start to shake around my head, her movements jerky and uncoordinated, her little nub swelling. I slap her ass in three rapid-fire movements while sucking her clit into my mouth, pulsing my sucks. She collapses forward, resting her forehead on the headboard as her orgasm tears through her, and I pulsearound her, working her through her pleasure until she’s come down.

I release my hold on her clit and lick her languidly, her sweetness coating my tongue, and I hum in approval. Her body responds so perfectly to me. Helping her lift off of me, I lay her down, back to my front, pulling her flush against me. Positioning her leg over my thigh, spreading her open for me, I line up my cock with her heat and sink in smoothly, her walls clenching around my length. She’s so damn tight, but it’s a perfect fit. Her body arches into me as she reaches back to grasp my neck, pulling me into her.

“You feel so good inside me,” she whispers like a confession. My heart beats erratically in my chest, flipping over itself and falling. I grip her chin with my hand, pulling her head back toward mine so I can kiss her. Our tongues caress slowly, in no rush to reach the finish line. I pull back enough to talk, my lips ghosting over hers while I speak.

“Yeah, baby, like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.”

I fuck her slow and deep, never pulling all the way out, staying buried as far as I can get, until both of us are coming, losing ourselves again to the pleasure of each other.

Tonight was supposed to be about showing Blaire how I like it, and it turned into something else entirely.

Something I like more.

Chapter Sixteen

Blaire

Iwake up alone in Dallas’ room after our night together. I hadn’t intended on sleeping in his bed, but after the last round of sex, he cleaned me up with a warm washcloth, wrapped me in his arms, and I fell asleep quickly. It was the best sleep of my entire life. I didn’t hover in the in-between space of awake and the dream world, fearful of drifting too deep where my nightmares could reach me.

My heart flips in my chest as I struggle to come to terms with why. There’s something about Dallas that my subconscious recognizes. Something that calms my nervous system. I don’t want to get too attached to that thought because this ends the moment the roads are clear. It’ll be nothing more than a blip in my memories of a time that I got to live out an extremely pleasurable, wildly intense sexual experience. An experience that will make our working relationship slightly uncomfortable, but we’re both adults.

Having laid here long enough, the smell of Dallas surrounding me, I get out of bed—pulling the sheet with me to cover up—grab a shirt from Dallas’ dresser, and pad across the hallway to the guest bedroom I’m staying in. Once in thebathroom, I crank the shower as hot as it will go and wait for the steam to fill the room and fog the mirror before stepping in.

The bathroom door opens and shuts loudly, causing me to jump, my hand covering my heart.

“Holy shit! You scared me! Don’t you know how to make yourself known before you barge in on people?”

“Apparently not, now let me in. I’m sweaty from my workout.”

“What are you doing, Dallas? Your shower is in your room.”

“What’s it look like I’m doing, princess? Showering with you.”

I move farther into the water as he steps into the shower and closes the door behind him. He wastes no time crowding my space to get under the spray.

“FUCK, Blaire! It’s hot as shit! How are you not burning?” he yells as he shuffles out of the spray of the hot water. I double over laughing at his reaction, but he seems genuinely concerned and pained, which makes me laugh harder.

“I like it this hot. It’s relaxing.”

“Of course it is. It’s not burningyoubecause it’s hell water, you demon. Turn it down some so I can shower without melting the skin off my bones.”

My laughter is uncontrollable at this big, strong, muscular man as he whines and shies away from some hot water. I reach up on my toes and turn the faucet in his direction, causing him to move farther away, against the tile wall, his leg bending up in defense.

“Blaire!” he yells, his eyes going wide.

“Okay, okay, okay!” I say through laughter as I move the faucet back and adjust the gauge to a more tolerable temperature. He moves into my space in one large step, grabbing my hips and jerking me to him, pushing my back against the tile wall.

“Glad to see you’re mortal after all,” I tell him.

“You’re a menace.”

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