Page 46 of Dallas
He surprises me by dropping his head and drawing one of my nipples into his mouth. He suckles me while he flicks his tongue over the distended tip rapidly.
When he sucks harder, I wince and rise onto my toes. “Dallas…”
Eventually, he releases my breast with a pop and licks his lips as if he actually just feasted off me. He wedges a knee between my thighs. “Forget the pump. I could suckle you several times a day until you start lactating.”
I roll my head back and forth. “Stop…” My voice is weak, my argument lacking.
“Stop because it turns you off? Stop because you think it might hurt? Or stop because you’re embarrassed to admit you’re turned on by the idea?”
I purse my lips and focus my gaze on one side of the room.
Dallas dips his head to my other breast and repeats the action, licking, sucking, and eventually drawing me into his mouth almost painfully. I bet there will be hickeys on my breasts in the morning. And now I’m secretly hoping that is the case.
I’m warped. Something is wrong with me.
Dallas starts nibbling all over my breasts. As if he’s read my mind, he sucks my tender skin in various places, leaving marks.
I love it. I’m so hot for him that I’m leaking on his thigh. His jeans are going to have a wet spot.
I’m panting by the time he stops teasing my breasts. He’s breathing heavily, too. “You’re such a temptation, Arianna.”
“I’m not the one denying you sex,” I remind him as I grind my pussy wantonly against his thigh.
He growls. “You’re so wet. My leg is soaked. Is it the idea of the pump or me suckling you that’s pushed you nearly to orgasm?” He obviously enjoys tormenting me with his crude ideas.
I can’t even deny him. It would be futile.
Finally, he releases me. “Lean over the counter, baby. I’ll take the plug out.”
I hurry to do as he asks, relieved he is finally going to remove the hard object that’s lodged in my ass. I’ve gotten used to it, but I don’t want to sleep with it. I’m afraid if I disobey him, he might change his mind and leave it in.
“Bend over farther,” he orders. “Spread your legs. Let your breasts sway and push your bottom out.”
I take shallow breaths as I get into his required position. It’s obscene. He loves to shock me with his words, his actions, and his orders.
“Good girl,” he praises as he runs one finger lightly down my spine. When he gets to the plug, he taps it a few times before spinning it in slow circles. “Did you enjoy having your bottom filled, baby?”
I’m careful about my answer. This could be a trick question, but I decide to go with the truth. “Yes, Sir.”
“Next time, you’ll obey me quicker. When I tell you to bend over and present your bottom for me, you’ll do so without hesitation and keep the entrance loose so I can explore or put another plug in, understood?”
“Yes, Sir.” I shudder. It’s perplexing to me how easily I submit to him.
Dallas grabs my hips, presses against me, pushes the plug in firmly, and growls. It’s a growl of frustration. He wants me. My heart starts racing because I want him just as badly. I wonder if I could get him to drop the no-sex-before-marriage rule. It’s bonkers.
I push my ass out, trying to get more contact.
He grips my hips tighter, leans over my back, and kisses my spine. “Marry me.”
I moan.
He eases back and kisses lower. “Marry me.”
This time, I bite my lip. I can’t talk while I’m biting my lip.
When his mouth lands on my butt just above the plug, I arch my spine.
“Marry me, Arianna. Say yes.”
