Page 46 of The Dallas Dilemma

Throwing an arm out, I bat my hand around until my fingers hook through the handle for my nightstand drawer. Digging inside, I find the box of condoms and upend it, spilling them inside before tossing the box to the floor and reaching in to grab one.

“Josette,” I say when she focuses on sucking just the tip of my cock again. When her gorgeous eyes find mine, I hold the condom toward her and say, “Here. Put this on me. I’m not going to last, and I want to be inside you when I come.”

She smiles around my cock head as she takes the condom, then slides down my length one more time before releasing me with an audiblepop. My erection slaps against my stomach when she releases it to open the condom, and a few seconds later, her hand is stroking me again before she slowly unrolls the sheath down my length.

“Come here,” I grit out, curling my hands in a “come hither” motion.

She crawls over me and attempts to stretch out and kiss me, and I only give her my lips for a moment before I grip her jaw with both hands and push her back so I can meet her eyes. She looks a little self-conscious, so I kiss her again before pushing her back and jerking my chin upward.

“Get up here and sit on my face so I can get you ready.”

Her eyes go wide as saucers. “Wh-what?”

“Sit on my face,” I repeat. “You can hold onto the headboard for balance.”

She looks terrified at the prospect, but I refuse to try to talk her into it. If she really doesn’t want to, we can shuffle positions, but either way, I’m getting my mouth on her delectable pussy. I offer her a simple, encouraging nod, and her expression shifts from one of shock and fear to one of curiosity. Next comes determination just before she nods and rolls off me.

With slow, unsure movements, she pushes herself upright and shuffles on her knees toward the head of the bed beside me. Twisting slightly, I grip her hips and guide her over me. She tries to hover over my face, but I’m having none of that. Tightening my grip on her, I pull her down and push my tongue inside her in one fluid motion. She moans and rolls her hips, driving it deeper with each pass.

After a few more moments of that, I pull free and find her clit, lashing it with my tongue until she’s panting and squirming over me. My cock throbs with each little wriggle and sigh, and I’m dying to get inside her. Pushing my own need aside for the moment, I refocus, working her clit until her legs start to shake with need.

Pulling her down until she’s sitting on my chest, I meet her needy gaze and ask, “Do you want to ride me?”

She inhales sharply, but wastes no time shimmying down until her knees bracket my hips and she’s hovering over me. Reaching between us, she grips my cock––ripping another moan from my lips––and lines it up with her entrance before she slowly slides down. I’m sweating by the time she’s fully seated, the effort to remain still and let her be the one in control nearly doing me in.

Thenshe starts lightly rocking, and I have to fist my hands in the sheets to stop myself from grabbing her hips and fucking up into her. She feels so damn good. So tight and hot, it’s taking every bit of self-control I possess not to rut into her like a fucking animal.

Bracing her small hands beneath my pecs for balance, Josette starts to move in earnest, lifting herself up and slamming back down before rolling her hips. She does that a few times before finding a steady rhythm. She tilts her hips slightly, and she must find the right spot because she gasps. She holds the position as she bounces up and down, making quiet noises through each inhale and exhale.

I grit my teeth and tighten my abdominals in an attempt to hold on until she finishes. Watching her chase her own pleasure like this is playing hell with my restraint. My balls start to tighten despite my efforts, but I refuse to close my eyes and miss even a second of this. I unclench one of my fists and move to work her clit, intent on helping her find her orgasm before I blow, but she slams down and shouts before I can touch her. Her inner walls squeeze and flutter around me as she comes, triggering my own release. I damn-near buck her off me when I come, but Josette squeezes her knees to lock onto me like a bull rider. She slumps forward, laying on my chest until my cock softens enough to slip out of her. We both grunt at the loss, and she rolls to the side and cuddles up next to me with her head on my shoulder.

I reach down and pull the condom off carefully, then tie the end and drop it to the floorbeside the bed. I don’t trust my legs to carry me to the bathroom to trash it right now. I can pick it up later.

Sliding my arm beneath Josette, I curl it up and around to hold her close. She throws one leg over mine and presses her breasts into my side, and I don’t know if I’ve ever been this relaxed and comfortable in my entire life.

I wish we could stay just like this. Forever.

“I wish we could stay like this forever,” Josette murmurs, echoing my thought.

“Me, too,” I reply, tightening my arm around her.

She snuggles even closer, turning her head to peck a kiss against my chest. My fingertips brush over the bare skin of her shoulder and upper arm, and she sighs a little happy sigh that makes me feel like the God damn king of the world.

I really do wish wecouldstay right here, just like this, forever.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Joey

It hasn’t escapedmy attention that I’m perfectly comfortable, sitting on Dallas’ couch next to him and drinking coffee after a night like last night. And a morning like this morning. Normally, I’d be freaking out––at least a little––and in a hurry to escape back to the solitude of my apartment.

But being here, with him…it just feels right.

We’re both scrolling on our phones, and we’ve been pausing to show each other funny videos and memes as we sip our coffee. It feels domestic. Like we’re a real couple. I don’t hate it.

No man has ever paid such close attention, taking the time to figure out how to meet my mental and emotional needs before trying to get physical. It makes a difference.Dallas is tuned into me as a person, not just a body with which to find his own pleasure. And he made sure I found mine first every time.

But as amazing and life-changing as our time in bed was, sitting here with him like a real couple is the moment that has my emotions swirling. He doesn’t want me to leave. Not yet, anyway. He made it perfectly clear he wanted me to stay after our little romp this morning.

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