Page 88 of Crave Me

He grabs my wrist as he slides open a large bay door just enough for us to slip inside. The smell of charred sugar and wood immediately engulfs me. The room is filled floor-to-ceiling with barrels.

“What is this place? This isn’t a rickhouse, but it smells like one, and why don’t I know of it yet?”

“It’s storage for the old barrels waiting to be shipped out. We sell them to make some of the money back on the wood. They’re all empty. They typically get turned into wood chips or we sell them to distilleries in Scotland where they don’t require new barrels.”

“I’ll never get used to how much I love the smell of these things. Charred oak and maple, god. I love it.”

I turn my focus from the massive lines of barrels to the Hulk in front of me. His eyes are heavy-lidded, his hands curling and uncurling at his sides. I take a hesitant step back from him.

“Dallas. I have a tasting that people will be arriving for. There isn’t time for this.”

But my god do I want him. My heart starts to beat wildly in my chest as he stalks me backward.

“Then you better come quickly.”

He pounces then, like a lion attacking his prey. It’s useless to fight, I never stood a chance from the very beginning. His mouth connects with mine as he pushes me against a barrel, pulling my legs up and around his waist. My moans are smothered by his mouth as his hands dig into the flesh of my thighs, gripping me hard, the way I like it. I missed him. Reaching between us, I pull his belt buckle loose, followed by the buttons of his pants. They’re pushed down just enough that his massive cock springs free, my hand wrapping around it and tugging.

“Fuck yes, baby girl. Stroke it. Fuck, I missed this. Missed the feel of you.”

His kisses are sloppy, rough, and brutal, just as demanding as he is. His talented fingers work their way between us until they meet my center, pulling my panties to the side and finding me already wet.

“Always so ready for my cock.”

“Shut up and fuck me, Dallas.”

“Shit, I love it when you talk dirty to me.”

He grips my hips tightly, lining himself up with my slick entrance and slamming home.

“Aah! Fuuuck!” One of his hands clasps over my mouth, reminding me that we have to be quiet.

“As much as I love hearing you scream for me, I need you to shut the fuck up. Be my good girl, princess. Show me how quiet you can be while I fuck your perfect cunt and fill it with my cum.”

The moan that leaves me is primal. His filthy words always spur me on and push me closer to orgasm. His thrusts become brutal, pounding into me with such force, I’m rocking on the whiskey barrel. He buries his face into my neck, sucking on theskin above my shoulder. The feeling of the stubble on his face sends a delicious mix of pain and pleasure through my body.

“Fuck, I love this pussy.”

“Oh god I’m close, don’t stop, Dallas, please don’t stop.”

“Milk me, baby girl. You feel so damn good. Make me come.”

I lean back from him, balancing on the barrel as he ruthlessly pounds into me. Over and over again.

“I’m coming! Yes! Dallas, I’m coming!”

He pumps into me harder, if possible, my orgasm rolling through me in strong waves, gripping him tightly, my body shaking with the force of it, my arms flying out to grasp anything for purchase.

“That’s it, baby girl. Fuck, you’re making me come,” he groans through clenched teeth. The veins in his neck pop, and his eyes dance around wildly as he watches his cock jerk inside me as he comes.

He slams into me one more time, knocking the barrel back into the others lined next to us. I reach for him at the same time he wraps his arms around me, yanking me off it and shuffling backward. I jerk from his arms at the deafening sound of whiskey barrels crashing to the cement ground around us. My hands cover my ears as Dallas yanks his pants up and pulls me into his chest, his arms wrapping around my head and body. Moments go by as the thundering sound echoes off the walls and rumbles the ground under us, finally coming to a silent stop.

“Holy shit, will you look at that.” Liam’s voice breaks me out of Dallas’ hold, stumbling away from him and righting my dress, quickly running my hands through my hair. My face flames with embarrassment and shock.

Sawyer and Carter rush in next just as Dallas is buckling his belt. Carter’s smile could light up a room while Sawyer is shooting daggers at his twin. I can feel his anger from here.

“So, you two fuckers need to pay up. I’ll accept cash or Venmo,” Carter says, pointing at Sawyer and Liam. My mouth drops open in horror.

“You were betting on this?” Dallas asks his brothers.

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