Page 113 of Crave Me

“I’m sorry. I need you to know that I meant what I said, I never opened that file. I started to fall for you when we were snowed in together and when you wouldn’t open up to me, I let the fear over what happened to Ivy cloud my judgment. If we hadn’t hired the PI, who knows what the outcome would have been for her. I knew you were hiding something big, baby, and I’m so sorry I took that step to breach your privacy. I’ma possessive, protective asshole and I was blinded by wanting to take care of you. And now you never have to worry about someone hurting you again.”

“I know, and I’m so sorry, too. I should have stayed and talked and listened to what you had to say, but seeing all of that compiled into a folder of my fucked-up life was a lot to take in. It was a painful reminder of my trust issues. You are the first person who I’ve felt safe with. You chase all my demons away and allow me to just be, and to see that you had broken that trust was just . . . heartbreaking.”

“Baby, I promise I never opened it, and I’m sorry that I got it in the first place, I never should have done that. Please forgive me. I will work every day to make sure you feel safe, loved, and cherished. I want that opportunity. I want us to move forward, I want you to go to sleep every night next to me, I never want you to have a bad dream again. Let me be there for you, let me take care of you, drive me fucking crazy every day like I know you love to do. I will get on my knees and beg if you want me to. I’d be a fucking slave to you, Blaire. Just please, forgive me.”

“Then do it.”

I freeze for a moment and look at her, reading nothing but a challenge on her face.

“What are you asking, Blaire?”

“Get on your knees, Dallas.”

Fucking gladly.

With my eyes on hers, I move to my knees on the floor four feet from her body and wait, hoping like hell she’ll let me touch her. I’ve missed her so damn much. If she had tried this shit months ago I would have punished her. But now? Now I’d get on my knees for her every single fucking day if it meant I could have a piece of her.

“Crawl to me.”

Yes ma’am.

I drop to all fours, my heart beating wildly out of my chest, and take a few steps until I’m in front of her, sitting at her feet just the way she’s done for me countless times before. My mouth is dry, waiting, and hopeful as she looks down at me, her deep blue eyes tracing over all of my features.

This time she’s the one to make the first move, shifting her body so that she straddles my legs on the floor, my hands automatically moving to the outside of her thighs, my fingers toying with the hem of the shirt barely covering her ass. She leans down and kisses me, it’s languid and passionate, our mouths opening and tongues caressing. Her moan is muffled between our lips as her body softens against mine. I kiss her with everything I have, hoping that she can feel how much she means to me, knowing words alone aren’t enough for her. She pulls away, my lips chasing her mouth for more.

“I forgive you, Dallas. What’s a queen without her king?”

The growl that leaves me is primal, deep, and possessive. My hand grabs the back of her neck, yanking her mouth into my own, taking back control. I kiss her hard and demanding—exactly how she likes it.

“Fuck, I missed you.”

“Then show me how much,” she challenges.

I stand, holding her under her ass as I pivot us, laying her down gently on her back and dropping to my knees on the floor in front of her.

“Be my good girl and scream for me.”

I push up her shirt, exposing her naked body from the waist down, surprised to see her without panties. I look at the three small scars that are still slightly raised and healing, the faint yellow from the fading bruises. I lean forward, kissing each of them gently before focusing on her pretty, bare pussy. I push her legs further apart, stretching her wide open for me. Her slit is glistening, already wet, and my mouth waters. Just like the firstday I got to taste her spread out on my office desk, I waste no time.

I devour her.

Licking up her drenched slit repeatedly, loving her taste as it explodes on my tongue. I use my fingers on either side of her lips to pull her open further, before dipping my tongue into her cunt. I fuck her with it, moving in and out of her tight pussy walls as they clench around me, while my thumb moves over to stroke her little swollen clit. Her body spasms under me, soft moans steadily getting louder. I secretly hope they echo all the way to the studio downstairs. Fuck, I hope the whole fucking town hears her moans so they know she’s taken.

“I missed your delicious cunt, my queen.” I flick her clit a few times with the pointed tip of my tongue, and she bucks wildly. “I missed the way your thick thighs feel wrapped around my head.” I add more pressure, my tongue swirling around exactly how she likes it. “I missed the way you sound when you come.”

“Oh, god. Make me come, Dallas, please.”

“Like you have to ask, baby.”

I suck hard, pulling her throbbing clit into my mouth, and keep a hold of it with pulsing little sucks. She shatters and it’s fucking beautiful. Her back arches, her arms stretched out above her head as she digs her nails into the wooden armrest, her screams ricocheting across the walls of the small studio apartment.

“Dallas! Aah! God yes!”

Her body slackens into the futon mattress, and I pull back just enough to move lower. I lick into her pussy, wanting all of her cum, and when she gushes for me, I hum my approval.

“Fuck, you’re such a good fucking girl.”

“I love you, Dallas,” she whispers, and my entire world freezes.

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