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“You feel so good,” I whisper. “I’m… so… close.”
Dallas’s eyes flare. “I know baby. You’re close, alright. I can feel it in the way your pussy is choking my dick.” Holding me open even wider, he drives up and into me, his hips and ass working me over until I can feel that wave of pressure build deep down in my core, the coil in my belly starting to unravel.
“Oh, my God, Dallas,” I manage through my racing, panting breaths. “I’m coming.”
“Look at me, Goldie,” he demands through gritted teeth. “Be a good girl and look me in my eyes when you come.”
“Ahhh,” I cry out, the wave of pressure obliterating as it tears through me, white hot euphoria consuming me from the inside. “Dallas!”
“Yes, that’s it, baby,” he coos. “Come all over my cock.”
My body spasms violently, the orgasm ripping through me, never-ending as Dallas continues his relentless fucking, prolonging the bliss.
“Shit, Goldie,” he groans, the sound low and animalistic, his movements turning sloppy, body rigid. “I’m coming; fuck, baby!” He grips my leg so tight, I’m sure I’ll bruise, but I don’t care. I want to bruise. I want him to mark me. Permanently mark me as his forever.
Dallas’s body shudders before he stills, balls deep inside of me, his hooded gaze staring into my eyes. I wrap my thighs around him, holding him close to me, claiming his mouth with mine and kissing him with all that I have as my body continues quaking with aftershocks of one of the best orgasms I’ve ever experienced.
And as I lie there, Dallas still buried deep inside of me, a tender look in his eyes as he continues peppering soft kisses to my lips, my cheeks, my jaw, I know this is so much more than I could have ever imagined. This is love. I love this man. With my whole heart. And I’m never letting him go.
CHAPTER 35
DALLAS
Stirring from a deep sleep, I groan. My body feels like it’s run the fucking New York marathon, tired and aching and stiff, but in the best kind of way. My lips pull up into a cocky smirk at the memory of last night, of making love with a woman I’m so fucking in love with, for the first time in my life. Who knew love could feel so damn good? I guess this is why people make such a big deal out of it.
I reach my arm out to pull my girl close for a snuggle. But when I feel the space next to me is empty and cool to the touch, I startle. Rolling over in a panic, I push up onto an elbow, but as my hazy gaze adjusts to the bleary morning light, a shit-eating grin tugs at my lips.
You fuckin’ kiddin’?
Dressed in my old college jersey and nothing but a pair of my tube socks that reach up over her knees, Emily walks toward the bed, a sexy swagger in her step that makes her hips sway side-to-side, and there, in her hand, is one of my Stetsons. She pops it onto her head, tipping the brim at me like a sexy-ass cowgirl as she climbs onto the bed.
“If this is the start of a wet dream, please don’t fucking pinch me,” I croak, my hands moving to her hips as she crawls overmy legs, straddling my thighs, my morning wood painfully hard and tenting the sheet that pools at my waist.
“What’s that thing they say? Wear the hat, ride a horse?” Emily ponders, looking up at the beams in the ceiling for a moment with a curious smile.
“Close.” I chuckle. “Wear the hat, ride the cowboy,” I drawl, moving my hands down to her ass and palming her through the thin jersey.
Holding the hat on her head, she winks at me. “Well, then, giddy up.”
I choke back a groan. “You nice and wet for me, Goldie?”
She nods, a shy smile curling her lips as she says, “I woke up horny…”
I swear to God, this woman will be the death of me. Swallowing another groan, I flash her a dimpled grin and, pushing the sheets down, I allow my rock-hard cock to jut up, causing her to gasp. Relaxing back against the pillows, I link my hands behind my head, watching her honey eyes flare as I say, “Then have at it, sweetheart.”
Emily licks her bottom lip, her gaze flitting to mine before she moves off me, reaching over to the nightstand and retrieving a condom from the stash. I can tell she’s nervous, but I let her go because I’ve seen so much progress in her, I need her to keep going. She’s gone from borderline hating herself, with little to no confidence at all, to coming at me with a fucking cowboy hat on, ready to ride my cock with the full light of the morning flooding in through the windows.
Positioning herself back over my thighs, Emily looks at me as she tears the condom wrapper open with her teeth and Fuck. Me. If that isn’t the hottest damn thing I’ve ever seen at seven a.m. Then, with the rubber pinched between her fingers, she focuses intently on my dick, biting down on that juicy bottom lip, eyebrows knitted together in concentration.
“You good, baby?”
She giggles nervously. “It’s been a while since ninth grade health class.”
“You’re doing so good,” I praise, catching the telltale sign of her flushed cheeks.
With trembling fingers, Emily sheaths me, and if I’m being honest, it takes everything I have not to blow the second she rolls the condom down my shaft. With a victorious smile, she sits up a little taller, obviously proud of herself.
“Good girl,” I whisper, gently grabbing her chin between my thumb and forefinger and pulling her close enough so that I can claim her lips. Dragging my tongue along the seam, I nudge into her mouth, tasting her, swallowing the soft gasp that falls out of her mouth and into mine. “I love you,” I murmur into our kiss.
