Page 42 of One Night Only
Silence ensues, and I close my eyes tight, trying to catch a breath.
“Dallas?” Emily’s voice sounds panicked. “Are you okay?”
Slowly, I lift my head, dizzy and a little disoriented as I release a heavy, shuddering breath. “I just… I just came in my pants.”
Her eyes blow out.
I scoff, shaking my head at myself with a cocky smirk. I should be embarrassed, but fuck it. I’m owning it. And so should she. “That’s what you do to me, Goldie.”
A small, satisfied smile blooms across her lips, and I love how, in this moment, she looks so proud of herself. Like the cat that got the fucking canary. As she should. No woman has ever made me come in my pants. Not since ninth grade, at least.
“Do you need to change?”
“Fuck no, I don’t need to change,” I scoff, pushing up onto my knees and frantically tearing her panties down, pulling them all the way off and tossing them over my shoulder.
With my eyes on hers, I drag my fingers up the insides of her soft thighs, gently yet forcefully shoving her legs apart so she’s fully open to me. When I look down and finally see her, I swear my heart skips a few beats. “This is what I need,” I whisper.
I didn’t get to see her the night we were together. I didn’t get to see any of her. She didn’t want me to see her, and as difficult as it was, I respected her choice. But fuck me. The wait was worth it. Pretty, pink, and glistening, her pussy is perfection. In fact, I’m forced to drop my head back, looking up at the beams in the ceiling with a few centering breaths, needing another moment.
“Did you come in your pants again?” Emily asks after a moment, her voice soft and tentative.
I chuckle, meeting her eyes and shaking my head. “No, baby… but Fuck. Me. If this isn’t the prettiest goddamn pussy I’ve ever laid my eyes on.”
She bites down on her bottom lip, her cheeks flushing again.
“May I?” I ask, ducking down and moving closer to her center.
She nods, a little fervently. “Yes, please.”
I smile at the way she’s so damn polite even now, and I link my left arm under her thigh, splaying my hand across her stomach, my right hand resting against her soft mound, fingers opening her beautiful pussy to me. And then, staring directly into her eyes, I lay my tongue out flat and lick her with one long, languid stroke from bottom to top, taking my time to devour her.
“Oh my fucking God!” Emily jolts, back arching off the floor.
“Fuuuuck,” I groan, licking her again, swirling my tongue around her clit, circling it over and over, flicking it lightly before sucking it between my lips, causing her to cry out.
“You taste like a wet fuckin’ dream, Goldie,” I mutter, lashing my tongue against her, over and over again until she’s a thrashing mess of unintelligible sounds.
“Dallas, shit!” She fists my hair, holding me right where I am as I drag my tongue up and down her slit. “Keep doing that;pleasekeep doing that.”
When I suck on her clit again, I feel her thighs start to tremble and I know she’s already so close. I cannot fathom how no man has ever ventured here before me; poor bastards don’t know what they’re missing. Sucks to be them.
“You’re gonna come, aren’t you baby?” I sigh. “I can tell by the way your cunt is pulsing against my mouth.”
She gasps. “Yes!”
I spear her with a menacing look, smirking at the way she reacts to my filthy words. “So then be agood girland come forme,” I growl, wrapping my lips around her clit once more and sucking hard.
She goes off like a fucking rocket, body convulsing, thighs trying to squeeze the life out of me. But I don’t let up. I hold her open, working her through her orgasm with persistent licks all over her sopping cunt, lapping every last part of her up like a man possessed before focusing on her clit again.
“No, I c-can’t… too… s-sensitive!” She pants, trying to push me away, but I’m too strong.
“Tell me to stop, Goldie,” I remind her, watching her as I continue my assault against her over-sensitive pussy.
Not only does she not tell me to stop, but she holds onto me, nearly tearing my hair clean from my scalp, shifting her hips against me, seeking more, and I know what she wants.
“No, don’t stop!” she cries out. “I’m close again!”
Grinning against her clit, I slide two fingers inside her tight cunt and she sucks in a harsh breath, almost choking on her own scream.
