Page 117 of How to Lose at Love

Dallas hesitates for a split second before bolting toward the drawer, arm stretching, fingers yanking it open, grabbing the small box of three condoms I got at the gas station several weeks ago at the same time I filled up my tank and bought a lottery ticket.

He tears the box open.

Pulls one out, ripping the package.

I watch, transfixed, as he rolls it onto his dick, pulling it down to the base.

God, he’s sexy.

A work of art, really.

He reaches for me, but I shove him back, push him so he’s lying down, back pressed into the mattress.

Mine.

At least for the night anyway.

“I want to be on top.”

He nods, arms wide and waiting. “Yes, ma’am.”

So polite.

So Texan.

I straddle him the same way I was straddling him in the living room, but this time we’re both completely naked and our intentions are clear: we are going to have sex.

Iinitiated it.Iwant it.

His hands have me by the waist, and his eyes watch my face.

Am I ready for this?

Am I ready to have him inside me?

Will this change things? Will he treat me differently when I walk into class this week, or will it stay the same?

It’s not too late to change your mind, Ryann.

I don’t want to change my mind.

I want to have sex, and I want it with him.

Slowly, I move over him, teasing his penis with the slit in my pussy, rubbing up and down, turning myself on. His cock throbs and gets thicker beneath me.

I haven’t had a ton of sex before, but nature and instincts tell me what to do more than my own past experience, and I gasp in surprise when I inch down onto him.

It hurts a little—more than I thought it would, causing me to pause before easing farther.

Dallas doesn’t move, hands still holding my hips steady, brows rising.

He has what I refer to as sex face.

Red skin, parted lips, frantic eyes.

He’s controlling himself well, but the eyes don’t lie—he’s incredibly turned on right now, this body that’s used to stamina and adrenaline.

I can see the rush.

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