Page 98 of One Night Only
“Oh, God.”
“You like that, huh?” He grunts, his hand tightening around me just a touch. “You like my hand around your throat?”
“Yes,” I pant out.
“Tell me, Goldie,” he demands. “Tell me who owns this perfect fucking body.”
“You!” I moan, bucking when his fingers pinch my clit.
“And who do you love?”
“I love you.” My knees buckle and Dallas grins, holding me upright.
“Is my good girl going to come for me?” He thrusts hard, so deep I feel it hit me somewhere foreign, a wave of pleasure coursing through every limb, lighting up every fiber of my being.
“Yes, baby,” I whimper. “Make me come.”
“Are you gonna gush all over me?” He grins, his eyes lighting up mischievously.
I nod.
With a look of determination in his eyes, Dallas continues flicking my clit, his other hand moving from my throat, trailing down between my breasts, over my stomach and to my pelvis where he presses into me at the same time as he fucks me hard, his hips tilting in a way that makes his length rub up against my G-spot, causing me to cry out.
“That’s it.” Dallas grunts, his mouth falling open, watching me in awe like he knows what’s coming.
Less than a second later, my orgasm tears through me, exploding deep inside, my release gushing out while he fucks me through it, prolonging the euphoria. It’s like an out-of-body experience, Dallas holding me upright as I fall apart in his arms, the world around us ceasing to exist in this moment.
“There’s my messy, filthy girl,” he rasps, biting down on the shell of my ear as I keep coming all around him.
“Holy shit—” I pant breathlessly, unable to find my words. “So… fucking good.”
“Where do you want my cum, baby?” Dallas asks through gritted teeth, his thrusts turning sloppy and frantic.
“My mouth.” I turn in his arms, dropping to my knees in front of him. Wrapping my hand around his length that isdrenched from my release and smells of me, I peer up at him, licking my lips. “I want you to come in my mouth.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he mutters through gritted teeth, gently stroking my cheek, his thumb hooking into my lips and pulling them apart. “Open wide and let me fuck this pretty little mouth.”
Gripping him tight, I wrap my lips around him, sucking him hard, and that’s all it takes. With a feral, animalistic groan, his thighs clench and buck, his dick thrusting so deep I almost gag, his warm release coating my throat in spurts that keep going. Humming in appreciation at the salty taste of him on my tongue, I swallow, taking every last drop until he sags over me, holding himself up by gripping the counter.
I wipe at the corners of my mouth, relaxing back on my haunches as I stare up at him, marveled by just how perfect he looks when he’s completely undone. He looks wrecked and ruined, but in the best possible way, and I can’t help but smile because I did that to him.
As if he’s just realized I’m still here, Dallas grabs me, pulling me up to my feet, holding me tight as his lips crash against mine in a bruising kiss that steals my breath.
“Come home with me,” he murmurs against my lips.
“Okay,” I say on a breathy moan.
“No, I mean—” He pulls away enough to look me in my eyes. “Come home with me. To Texas. For Christmas.”
I search his eyes, trying to process exactly what he’s asking.
“I want to take you home.” His gaze is imploring, hopeful yet tentative like he’s afraid of my answer.
I smile, cupping his jaw, my thumb stroking his stubbled upper lip. “Okay.”
A relieved grin curls his lips. “Yeah?”
I nod.
