Page 67 of One Night Only
I take him deeper, mouth meeting my hand, working him over with steady, rhythmic bobs of my head, moaning around him when I taste more of his arousal coating my tongue with each pass.
“Fuck, you’re so good at sucking my cock, baby,” Dallas murmurs, pressing a kiss to my clit. “Your mouth… is mine. Forever.” He presses his tongue inside me again, groaning against me.
I whimper from the feel of his mouth on me and from the way his hips move, like he’s trying so hard to restrain himself but failing just a little every time. But I want him to move. I want him to let go. I want to see him lose it. So, with a deep breath in through my nose, I grip his base tight before sinking all the way down, gagging when he hits the very back of my throat.
“Shit! Fuck!” Dallas hisses, his hips surging upwards.
I gag again, forced to release him with a pop, saliva drooling out of my mouth and all over him.
“Sorry, baby,” Dallas murmurs against my core. “But between your mouth and this pussy, I am so fucking close.”
I take him deep again, bobbing my head up and down, feeling him twitch. I allow my fingers to explore, cupping his balls and massaging them gently.
“Fuck, Goldie.” Dallas thrusts his tongue deep inside me again, pulling back and licking me up and down my slit over and over again in frantic strokes that match my own. “You’re fucking dripping, making a mess all over my face. Does my dick make you needy?”
I shudder from the feel of his tongue and lips, his filthywords, but I don’t stop. I can’t stop. I need to finish him off. I need him to come, and I will not stop until he does.
“You’re gonna make me come, Goldie,” Dallas says, his tone warning. “And unless you want me to come in that pretty little mouth of yours, you’re gonna wanna stop.”
“Nuh-uh,” I manage with my mouth full of him. And I double down, hollowing my cheeks and taking him as far as I can, relaxing my throat to try and take him even deeper.
“Oh, shit!” Dallas groans, burying his face into my sex. His muscles flex, his thighs tremble, legs go rigid, and his fingers dig into my ass cheeks so hard I’m sure I’ll bruise. When I feel the first hot spurt hit the back of my throat, I swallow it greedily, taking everything he’s willing to give me until I feel him pull away from over-stimulation.
I press a soft kiss to the tip of his rosy dick and move away, smiling down at the scene of the crime. But I don’t have long to appreciate my work when I’m suddenly flipped onto my back with such gusto, it steals the air from my lungs.
Dallas hovers over me, eyes glazed and heavily hooded, cheeks flushed, face gleaming with my arousal. I should be disgusted in myself for causing such a mess, but it’s strangely hot.
He leans down and pushes his tongue inside of my mouth, and I can taste myself on him. I wonder if he can taste himself.
“Your perfect cunt is all mine,” Dallas murmurs against my lips. “No one else’s. Only mine. You got that, Goldie?”
I nod, sucking on his tongue and causing him to groan.
He pulls away, peppering kisses down over my jaw, my neck, licking the pulse point he knows drives me crazy. He continues south, pressing a soft, sweet kiss against my port scar. He trails his tongue down between the valley of my breasts, over my bra, and further down my stomach until he reaches my sex again.
“You wanna come, baby?” He looks up at me through the curtain of hair that’s flopped over his forehead.
“Yes… please,” I sigh.
“You trust me?” He arches a brow, flashing the hint of an almost devilish grin.
I nod because it’s true. I do trust him. More than I’ve ever trusted any man.
“You tap my hand three times if it becomes too much, okay?”
My curiosity piques, but my desperation wins and I nod again.
Dallas sits up on his knees, smirking down at me, dragging his fingers up the insides of my thighs before forcefully pushing my legs apart as far as they’ll go. He lowers himself, inching closer and closer to where I’m throbbing and, with his eyes on mine, he spits on me. It’s startling but so goddamn good, and I stifle my moan by biting on the inside of my cheek. With a cocky grin, he buries himself between my thighs and licks my clit before sucking it between his lips.
My back arches off the bed, and I slap a hand over my mouth to stop myself from crying out.
Dallas laps at me, devours me. His tongue lavishes every part of me, dragging the tip from my entrance back to my clit, over and over again. Then he pushes my thighs higher and covers my entire core with his mouth, hooded eyes boring into mine as he alternates between sucking, licking, and pushing his tongue inside of my.
“Ohmyfuckinggod,” I mutter into my hand.
The corners of his eyes crinkle, and I know he’s loving this as much as I am.
Dallas moves his attention up to my clit, circling it with his tongue, and I cry into my hand when I feel him slip two of his thick fingers inside of me. He sucks on my clit as he curls his fingers, rubbing against that secret spot.
