Page 108 of One Night Only
There is nothing sweet about what Dallas is doing to me. It’s feral. His mouth, tongue, teeth, and lips taking everything they can. Eating me like a man starved. He’s unbridled, like he can’t get enough of me, and through hazy eyes and heavy lids, I do all I can to watch because it’s deliciously filthy and only drives me even crazier with need.
When he sucks on my clit and meets my eyes, my back arches and my thighs clamp around his head. My nails tear through his hair, fingers tugging at the wet locks, and he likes that, growling against me.
“Shit, Dallas,” I whimper, biting down hard on my bottom lip because I’m so close, barely hanging on, right there on the edge.
“I know, baby,” he murmurs, his tongue licking me from myass all the way up, with firm strokes up and down, up and down as his thumb circles my clit. “You need it, don’t you?”
“Yes, yes, yes.” I nod frantically, desperate for whatever he’s going to give me.
When he slides two fingers inside, hitting me deep, I slap a hand over my mouth, biting down on my palm as a scream tears up the back of my throat. Curling his fingers and rubbing up against my G-spot, I think I black out for at least a few seconds.
“I love the way your cunt clenches around my fingers,” he whispers through a low, rumbling groan. “So fucking tight and needy.” He lavishes my clit with kitten licks, so soft and feathery, teasing me while his fingers give me all the pressure I need.
“Yes, right there,” I gasp out.
“Right there?” He looks up at me, a revered smile ghosting his lips as he watches while he gives me exactly what he knows I need. “You gonna be a good fucking girl and come for me, Goldie?”
“Oh my God, yes. Yes, yes, yes, yes, fuck…” I grip what I can, holding onto the wet wall, feeling the world around me start to shift as the pressure deep inside me builds, pleasure coursing through me from my center and all the way out to the tips of my fingers and toes.
With his eyes still on mine, Dallas closes over me again, wrapping his lips around my clit and sucking hard as his fingers alternate between teasing taps and earth-shattering strokes against my G-spot before I fall apart.
“Dallas!” I choke out as my orgasm tears through me.
Dallas sits back a little, watching on in awe as he removes his fingers, my release gushing out of me in messy spurts as he alternates between rubbing my clit and gently slapping my pussy, causing me to convulse, my whole body jerking involuntarily.
“That’s my girl,” he drawls, leaning in closer to lap up my release until I’m so sensitive, I have to push him away, my body sinking into a boneless heap.
As I slowly make my way back to the living, I open my hazyeyes to see Dallas standing in front of me, stroking his thick, hard length right there. His strong thighs are set firm, stomach muscles tensing, his face twisted in a beautiful expression of pleasure and pain, wet hair flopped over his forehead and dripping down onto his flushed cheeks.
“You want my cum?” he rasps through gritted teeth.
I nod eagerly, licking my lips.
“Tell me where, baby,” he warns, and I can tell by the tortured tone in each strangled word that he’s close.
Considering myself a moment, I know exactly where I want him to come, but for a second I’m worried it might be a little much. But then I’m reminded that this is Dallas, and he’s the one who unleashed this beast inside of me. So, with a sly smile, I lift my knees and rest both feet on the tiled bench I’m sitting on, legs spread wide, my center completely open to him.
His hooded eyes flair, lifting to me with a questioning glance, and I nod again.
“Fuck, Goldie,” he mutters gruffly.
Leaning forward, he holds himself up with one hand pressed against the tile above my head, hips tilted down, hand working furiously over himself as he gasps and grunts, uttering a string of filthy curses before his whole body goes rigid.
The savage, animalistic sound that comes out of him as he orgasms is almost as sexy as the way his cum looks as it shoots all over my core.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Dallas whimpers, his body heaving as his cum keeps spurting out with every aftershock that ravages him.
Dropping to his knees again, Dallas gasps, panting for breath as he stares at his handiwork. Dragging a finger through my folds, he collects some of his release, glancing up at me with a look of awe in his eyes.
“I own you now,” he says with a cocky smirk. “You’re officially mine.”
I nod, unable to form words.
Dallas lifts his hand up to my mouth, trailing his cum over my lips before pushing it inside. I suck it, licking off the salty taste of his release combined with my own, and he groans again.
“I can’t wait for the day I get to come deep inside you,” he utters. “Until then, I’m going to paint this perfect cunt with my cum every fucking time. It’smine.”
“Yours,” I whisper, allowing him to pull me into his arms and kiss me hard and slow beneath the warmth of the water.
