Page 26 of Dallas
When he drags his tongue through my folds, I cry out and lower my hands to grab his shoulders.
He lifts his head, grinning. “From now on, I’ll shave you myself, baby. I don’t want you cutting yourself.”
I gasp. My eyes bug out of my head. There’s no way I could let him shave me down there. Not a chance.
He slides his palms toward my center and then strokes my folds with his thumbs. “Hard rule, Arianna. Understood?”
I inhale through my nose. He’s dead serious.
“Tell me you understand, baby. Who shaves this pussy?”
I lick my incredibly dry lips. “You do, Sir.” I can’t keep from speaking to him respectfully when he’s all dominant and bossy. It’s instinctive.
“Good girl. Now, let’s talk about your hands. I want them above your head. I still have your pantyhose in my pocket. Would you like me to use them to keep your hands above your head?”
I shudder at the thought, more wetness leaking out of me, threatening to drip onto the quilt. I wonder how old it is and if we’re ruining it. I lift my butt. “The quilt…”
His brows furrow for a moment. “Is it itchy against your bottom?”
“No. I don’t want to get my, uh… I don’t want to ruin it.”
He chuckles. “I don’t think it’s ancient or handmade, baby. Put it out of your mind. Set your bottom down, and tell me if you want me to restrain you.”
I can’t believe it when I nod. So many things are happening to me all at once. No man has ever seen me naked. I’ve never shaved between my legs before. I’ve never had someone’s mouth on me there. I’ve certainly never been tied to any bedposts, but I know I want that.
Dallas smiles his approval before leaning over me to kiss both my nipples once.
They seem to double in size, and I moan when he releases me to tug my hose from his front pocket. “Don’t move.” He rounds to the other side of the bed, ties one leg of my hose to my wrist, wraps the pair around the closest bedpost, moves to the other post to repeat the process, and restrains my other wrist next.
I’m ten times more aroused when he returns to spread my knees again. I’m panting and squirming.
“Tell me if it gets too tight or you start to panic. When I restrain you, I want it to heighten your arousal, not scare you, okay, baby?”
Those words endear him to me even further. The man spends a lot of time demanding my obedience, but sometimes he pauses to remind me that my needs are his top priority.
“Yes, Sir.”
He leans over me and his lips meet mine, lingering, giving me a slow, languid kiss that melts me into the bed. I’m putty when he finally breaks the kiss to nibble a path to my breasts.
Dallas knows exactly how to make me squirm. The way he licks and suckles my nipples drives me mad. It’s better than anything I’ve ever read in a book. Ten times hotter in real life. Or maybe it’s just Dallas being that talented. Or maybe it’s the strange chemistry we have between us.
He releases one of my nipples with a pop and watches me while he twirls his tongue around the stiff peak. “One day, these buds will be long and hard, dripping with milk, and you will writhe beneath me for a different reason, needing me to relieve the pressure.”
I shudder violently. My womb clenches.
He flicks his tongue over the tip. “Sometimes, I’ll tie you up just like this and make you wait for me to milk you.”
I tip my head back and arch my chest off the bed. Holy fuckadoodles, he’s intense. How on Earth am I so aroused from his crude words? I’ve never once in my life entertained the idea of being pregnant, giving birth, or nursing a baby. Dallas makes it sound ridiculously sexy and…definitive.
He abandons my nipples to kiss a path toward my pussy.
When I try to draw my knees in instinctively, he growls against my sex and pushes them back open, holding me wide.
I nearly shoot off the bed when he sucks most of my sex, drawing on both my clit and my labia so hard they swell and pulse instantly.
His tongue drags through my folds before flicking over my swollen nub. Next, he captures the sensitive bundle of nerves with his teeth and laves at it.
In seconds, I come so hard that the room spins. I can’t breathe or think. And he doesn’t stop. He keeps flicking my clit, forcing my orgasm to go on and on. Or maybe I have another right behind the first. I don’t know.
