Page 64 of One Night Only
“No. In fact, never.”
He ducks down lower, skating his lips over my jaw and whispering in my ear, “That’s my good girl.”
I shiver. What is it about those two innocuous little words that make me so feral?
Dallas continues dragging his lips over my skin, pressing kisses down my neck, licking the pulse point as he gently pushes my coat off my shoulders. He trails his hands downwards, following the curve of my waist, my hips, stopping at the hem of my dress and tentatively inching it higher.
“No,” I manage through a whimper, stopping his hands with mine.
Dallas startles, pulling away quickly. “Sorry.”
I press my hands to his cheeks, steadying him with a look. “No, I mean, I don’t… I mean… I want—” Oh God, why is this so hard? I feel my face flame.
“What is it, Goldie?” he asks softly. “What do you want?”
With a hard swallow, I avert my gaze, unable to look in his eyes as I say, “I want to… make you feel… good.” I lift my eyes to find a slow smirk claim his lips, and suddenly I want to die. I bury my face in my hands. “This is so embarrassing.”
Dallas forces my hands away from my face, ducking down to get into my line of sight so I have nowhere to look but at him. “Don’t be embarrassed, baby,” he says softly, cupping my cheek. “You never have to be embarrassed or shy around me. I need you to know that.”
I drag my teeth over my bottom lip. “So… can I?”
His gaze flits between mine, and I see his throat bob with a heavy swallow, the hint of a grin ghosting his lips. “Can you what?”
I look down at his crotch. “You know…”
Dallas shakes his head. “I have no idea, baby.”
When I look at him again, I see it. He’s playing dumb. I deadpan, and the smirk he’s trying so hard to stifle starts to win the battle.
“Tell me,” he whispers, hand snaking around the back of my neck, pulling me close until our lips are touching. “Use your words.”
I exhale a shallow breath, looking so deep into his eyes I’m momentarily lost in them. “Can I please… suck your cock?”
His eyes fall closed and a sharp crease digs between his brows as he releases a breath. I’d almost assume he was in pain if I didn’t know any better. Or perhaps heisin pain. That’s a mighty impressive bulge in his jeans. As if on autopilot, I reach out, gently trailing my fingers over the obvious outline, mysubconscious cheering when he sucks a breath in through his teeth.
My fingers climb higher, stopping at the button, but before I can release it, Dallas grabs my wrist, holding me steady, his eyes opening and meeting mine.
“I’ll make a deal with you,” he says, arching one brow. “You can suck my cock…”
I lick my lips in preparation, suddenly desperate to taste him on my tongue. But then he continues, “So long as you sit on my face while I fuck your pretty mouth.”
CHAPTER 26
EMILY
Shocked by Dallas’s ultimatum, I can’t help but balk, a cocky grin spreading across his face. “S-sit on your… your f-face?”
He nods slowly, fingers tangling through the lengths of my hair. Pulling me close again, his lips are on mine. “I need my dessert,” he murmurs. “I’ve been desperate for it ever since I licked your sweet cum off our fingers in the car.”
My knees buckle, and a whimper falls from my lips from his filthy words.
“I’ve… I’ve never done that,” I admit.
“I know, baby,” he says gently. “But I want you to see how good it is. I want you to feel my tongue fuck your cunt while you choke on my dick.”
My jaw drops open on a gasp, my core throbbing.
“What do you say, Goldie?” He quirks a brow. “You gonna be a good girl and sit of my fucking face, or what?”
