Page 60 of Crave Me

“Yeah, just like that, baby girl. Let me have my way with you.”

His words are so filthy and go straight to my already drenched center. I know he feels me throbbing wildly around him. He grips my hip with one hand while the other digs into the flesh of my ass cheek. He’s rough, bound to leave bruises on me, but I couldn’t care less. All I want is for him to feel as good as he makes me.

“Fuck me, Dallas. Please. Hard.”

He slaps my ass once, twice, three times before driving into me over and over. He sets a ruthless pace, pulling almost all the way out and slamming back in until his base is flush with my skin. I feel him everywhere. It’s all-consuming. Heat rises through my body from my toes to my face—I’m engulfed by him.

Another orgasm builds, surprising me, and I arch into him as his body collapses on top of mine. I grab his face, kissing him hard, stealing the breath from his lungs. He pushes into me once more, staying deep as his cock jerks inside me, the warmth of his cum painting my insides. He releases my mouth and rests his forehead against mine before sliding to the side and pulling my body flush against his, tucking me into him. I work on catching my breath, grabbing his hand in mine and pulling him closer, holding it at my chest. He kisses my head before relaxing his body with mine.

“You’re incredible. Let me stay the night with you. Please.”

I stiffen in his arms.

“Dallas, we can’t. I live above Reid’s studio. It’s bad enough you’re here now. Wait, how did you find where I live anyway?”

“Reid.”

“That fucking traitor.”

“He kinda has that track record. He means well. But I don’t want to talk about another man while I’ve got you naked in my arms,” he practically growls.

I giggle and roll out of his hold.

“We need to take this slow. We’ve jumped straight to sex and sleepovers, and we need to back up some.”

“I already agreed to it. I’ll go at your pace. I don’t fucking like it, but I’ll do it.”

Anxiety starting to dissipate, I shuffle out of his arms to stand on my feet and move to pick up his clothes, holding them out to him. He grabs my wrist instead and pulls me to straddle his lap. His hands go to my hips, squeezing the flesh in his palms.

“Mmm,” he moans, nuzzling his face into my chest between my heavy breasts.

I pull back, bracing my hands on his shoulders and trying to put space between us.

“Dallas! No more, you need to go. It’s late.”

“Oh, you mean now?”

“Uh, yes! People can’t see you here. I live downtown.”

I start to panic again, looking around the room for my phone to check the time. Dallas grabs me, demanding my attention. His hands are on my face now, cradling me between his palms.

“Hey, listen to me. Everything is going to be okay. No one is going to find out your secret, no one is going to find out about us until you’re ready.”

He kisses my forehead before stepping away from me and pulling on his clothes. I pull out a shirt from my drawer and slipit over my head before walking him to the door, with my heart in my throat.

“Tomorrow, we’ll act like everything is normal. I have no doubt you’ll find some asinine way to piss me off and no one will know any better,” he says while stroking his hand over my hair and tucking it behind my ears.

“And I’m sure you’ll be just as grumpy and pig-headed as you always are.”

He laughs and I smile up at him.

“I’ll see you at work, princess.”

I shut the door behind him, body racked with a multitude of feelings, and get ready for bed. Laying down on my bed for the night, I snuggle into my thick blankets, cocooning them around me tightly.

I lay in bed wide awake, like every night this week, waiting, anticipating when he’ll come back for me. I know it’s only a matter of time before he finds his moment and takes what he wants. Like I summoned the devil, my doorknob creaks as it’s turned. Wishing it was clicking against the lock I’m not allowed to have, I hold my breath while the door to my bedroom is slowly opened. My heart pounds loudly in my ears, a steady drum that gets louder and louder.

I keep the blankets cocooned around me like a protective barrier, as if they could stop the monster entering my room. I know there isn’t a God. This wouldn’t happen if God was real. But that doesn’t stop me from praying. To God, to anyone who will listen, end my suffering. I beg of you.

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