Page 117 of Destroying Everleigh

I obeyed like the obedient little bitch I was. This just made me hate him ten times more than I did. He was an asshole, and this solidified that. He grabbed my arms, jerking them behind me. My shoulders ached for a moment from the awkwardposition as he started winding the thick rope around my wrists and up my forearms. He was very thorough in making sure I couldn’t get a hand free. Hell, I could barely move them once he secured the rope and tightened it. When he was satisfied, he placed a hand on my hip and helped me on my back again, with my arms crushed beneath me. The mattress was soft enough that it didn’t hurt as badly as it would have otherwise.

He positioned himself between my legs, assessing my body again with his piercing blue eyes. He brought a hand on the inside of my thigh, trailing his fingers along the sensitive skin there. A tremor pulsed through my body from his electric touch alone and the quirk of his lips told me that he noticed it. Bastard.

Dallas leaned down and removed his hand, pressing his mouth there instead. His tongue jutted out, sliding across the inside of my leg. My breathing picked up again, and for a moment, just amoment, I thought that this might not be the worst deal in the world. He kissed his way up my thigh until he reached my panties. He hooked his fingers in the waistband and tore them down my legs, discarding them on the floor.

Instinctively, I shifted away from him, not wanting to look so vulnerable to him. Not wanting him to see me down there. But he snapped his hands out, placing one on either thigh.

“Don’t make me tie your legs up, too,” he warned.

I froze, knowing damn well that he’d follow through on that promise if I refused to listen. Why couldn’t he just be like a normal dude? The kind that just took what they wanted and left it at that. There was no need for all this build-up and anticipation. Dallas reached forward, sliding his fingers down my slit.

“Wet,” he acknowledged out loud. “But not enough.”

He pushed my thighs further apart and lowered his mouth to my pussy. His hot breath fanned against my nerves, causing me to tremble with unwanted desire. He flicked his tongue wheremy lips connected and I bit down on my lower lip, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a verbal reaction. He licked me again before pressing his mouth over it entirely, his tongue flicking over my clit. My body came to life instantly, spasming beneath him.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

It felt good. Too good.

Dallas moved his hands to my thighs, gripping them firmly while he added more pressure with his mouth. His tongue circled around my clit a few times before he plunged it in my hole, causing a yelp to tumble from my lips at the unexpected pleasure of it. My body started reacting of its own accord and my hips bucked to meet his mouth. He groaned against me, the sound sending vibrations through my core.

I didn’t want this. Right? I’d just been thinking about how much I wanted to get this over with. But I couldn’t deny how good it felt. Electricity shot through my abdomen with every stroke of his tongue inside me, and even more so when he returned his attention to my clit. Jolts of pleasure coursed through my body in waves, making me cry out unwillingly. His grip tightened around my thighs, and he jerked me toward his mouth repeatedly. I knew I had to be wet by now, but he didn’t seem to be keen on stopping. And surprisingly, I was okay with that.

He dropped a hand between my legs and plunged a finger inside of me in one fluid motion. A gasp fled from my lips and my back arched off the mattress as he pumped it in and out while lapping at my clit simultaneously.

My thighs tightened as the pleasure grew within me, and I knew I was close. When he added a second finger, a moan tore from my mouth and this seemed to spur him on. He started pumping his fingers faster and then hooked them upwards. A full-body shudder rolled through me, followed by incoherentcurses and words. My legs began to shake, causing jolts of electricity to attack my core and then I was shattering. Wave after wave of ecstasy moved through my body until I was completely sated.

Finally, he removed his fingers and mouth, easing back on the bed. My juices coated his clean-shaven face and seeing him like this without any clothes and with heat pooling in his eyes, it made him look closer to my age. My chest was rising and falling from the intense orgasm I’d just had and one glance at his dick, showed me that he was painfully hard.

Dallas leaned forward, taking the zipper of my top that was located between my breasts and tugged it down. He jerked on the material beneath me, unraveling it from my body completely. My nipples pebbled under the cool air, and I squirmed from the intense look in his eyes.

He leaned over, reaching for the nightstand located beside the bed and fished around in the top drawer. He unwrapped the condom and slid it on his dick before positioning himself between my thighs better.

Panic settled in with the knowledge of what was about to happen. I knew what this was from the beginning, but now it was extremely real. “Dallas,” I forced out. “I don’t know if?—”

My sentence was cut short as he entered me, my words turning into a sharp gasp instead. He braced himself, one of his forearms on either side of me, and started sliding in more deeply until he filled me completely. My walls sucked him in, stretching around him until he was fully seated.

“Fuck,” he muttered.

I hated to admit it, but it was a huge turn on seeing him react to my body when he always seemed emotionless and robotic. It meant that he was human andcouldfeel things. I think that might have been the first time he’s ever cursed around me, too. He was always so…professional and put together.

He rolled his hips before pulling back and drilled into me again. A whimper escaped my defenses, and a strand of his usually kempt hair fell forward. If it bothered him, he showed no sign of it. Assuming he even noticed that it was out of place. He seemed like the kind of guy that would fuck in front of a mirror to make sure his appearance was always in check. The thought almost had a laugh bubbling out of me, but it was short-lived when he slammed his hips against mine. A moan threatened to break free, but I choked it down this time.

“Don’t be afraid to make noises,” he told me. “It’s natural.” Despite his appearance, his voice was oddly calm.

I scowled up at him. “I’m not afraid,” I lied. “Maybe you’re just not as good as you think you are.”

Something flashed across his face, and I realized too late that it was the wrong thing to say. He moved an arm beneath my upper body and fisted his fingers through my hair in a firm grip before picking up the pacing and depth of his thrusts. My scalp burned, but not in a bad way. This time, a moan did fly from my lips, causing him to smirk in response. Cocky asshole.

The sound of his flesh hitting mine filled the room, making this a lot sexier than it should be. The juices coating his cock as he moved in and out of me also echoed around the room. He grunted, lowering his chest to mine. The warmth of his skin only turned me on, and I could feel the sweat already beginning to form on his rock-hard body.

This might have just been the stress-reliever I needed after a day like the one I had. I’d half-expected the sex to be boring and unsatisfying. It was safe to say, he didn’t disappoint. My legs wound around his hips, and I used my heels to urge him deeper. He dropped his lips to the crook of my neck, allowing his tongue to slide over the sensitive flesh. With him this close to me, I could hear his frantic breathing as he drove in and out of me in rapid succession.

“You feel better than I expected,” he admitted.

I wasn’t sure if that was supposed to piss me off or feed my ego. Why would he want to have sex with me if he thought that I wouldn’t satisfy him? Maybe he automatically assumed I was some kind of whore, which would make him ignorant and an asshole. The number of times a woman had sex had nothing to do with how tight they were. If that was the case, any woman who had children would be a gaping hole.

“Same,” I choked out through pants.

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