Page 63 of Dallas
I kiss Arianna as though our lives depend on it, sucking on her lips and her tongue, devouring her until she’s moaning. When I finally release her, she’s panting heavily. She’s also no longer wrapping her legs around my waist with a death grip.
I lean back and roll my girl onto her front so I can lower the zipper down the back of her dress. It was the perfect choice for today. She was a combination of stunningly sexy and youthful. It suited her, and I couldn’t stop smiling all through the ceremony and afterward. But now I want the material out of the way.
After parting the pale pink material to expose her back, I kiss a line down her spine, loving the way she squirms. When I reach the lace of her panties, I can’t resist spreading her knees with my thigh until she whimpers and arches her ass upward. The skirt of her dress rides up around her waist.
“Dallas…”
The scrap of lace that serves as panties makes my cock harder than if she were totally naked. I consider yanking them off, but I suspect that would make her pissed. She isn’t a fan of ruined panties.
I trail kisses up her back until I get to her ear. “Come onto your hands and knees, baby.”
She scrambles to obey me, and fuck…I’ll never get tired of her sexy body. I’m certain I will find her even sexier with every passing month as soon as she’s pregnant, but this particular position makes me salivate.
The dress falls away, and I tap her knees one at a time to completely remove it. The shudder that wracks her body makes her full breasts sway. Her nipples are hard points, begging for attention.
I step back to stare at her while I remove my clothes, taking my time, soaking in every moment of this. When I’m down to my boxer briefs, I step closer. My cock is hard as fuck, but it’s going to have to wait a while longer.
Now is a good time to share the juicy tidbit of information I’m aware of. I’ve been holding back, waiting for the right moment. I bend down to pull a gift bag from under the bed where I stashed it earlier. When I set it next to her, she glances in that direction. “What’s that?”
“Mmm…” I stroke her back up and down before stepping behind her so I can pull her panties over her hips and down her legs. “Spread your knees, naughty girl.”
“Dallas…” Her voice is wobbly, but she does as she’s told.
“Remember the other night when you were reading before bed and I snagged your e-reader out of your hand and set it on the nightstand before ravaging your body?”
She whimpers. I love that sound.
“I’m going to need more than a sexy moan from you, wife.”
She trembles. “Yes, Sir. I remember.”
“You were soaking wet. Your pussy was dripping before I even touched you.”
“I’ve been wet since I met you,” she argues.
I chuckle. “Nice try. After I ate your pretty pussy, I let you use the bathroom alone. Guess what I did while you were in the bathroom?”
She gasps as she jerks her gaze to the nightstand.
“Yeah, I opened the book you were reading. It was…enlightening.”
Her arms start shaking as she glances at the gift bag again.
“What do you think is in the bag, baby?”
“Dallas… Just because I read something doesn’t mean I want to try it.”
“Ah, but it does mean you find it sexy. I checked. There are a dozen romance novels in your e-reader about breeding and milking. One of them even had hucow in the title. I had to Google that term. Were you reading about being milked before I met you, Arianna?” I’m confident about the answer, but I love tormenting her.
“No, Sir,” she whispers.
“Did you even know such a kink existed, baby?”
“No, Sir.” She arches her head back. “It’s your fault, Dallas. I was intrigued. I wanted to learn more.”
“And one book wasn’t enough? You wanted to learn even more?” When she doesn’t respond, I thread my fingers in her hair and pull her head back farther, forcing her to arch her back. I lean over so my face is in her line of sight and lift a brow.
“Yes, Sir,” she blurts.
