“Feel how much I want you?” He tilts his hips, and I can feel his rock-hard length press into my lower back. “This is what you do to me, baby. This is all you.Onlyyou. You’re all I want. Now and forever.”
The need swells deep inside of me, my center throbbing from his words, his touch, and the look in his eyes. Meeting his gaze in the reflection, I arch my back, pressing my ass into his erection and watching his throat work with a hard swallow as his hands move down to my hips, holding me right where I am.
“I want you,” I whimper. “Here.”
Dallas closes his eyes, his jaw clenched tight. “I don’t have a condom.”
“I don’t care,” I whine. “I’m clean.”
“I’m clean. I got tested at the start of the month. And I’ve never gone without a condom.”
“Yes,” I demand impatiently. “Just pull out. Come all over my ass.”
He sucks in a breath, squeezing his eyes closed again and burying his face into my hair. “Fuck. Say that again.”
I grin to myself. “Come all over my ass… or wherever the hell you want, just fuck me…please.”
Dallas smirks, licking his bottom lip, and his gaze darts to the door before finding mine again in the mirror. “Can you be quiet, Goldie?”
I nod frantically, needing him more than I need air.
He chuckles lowly, and one hand disappears, followed by the sound of his zipper releasing. “We’re gonna have to be fast.”
I nod again.
“Are you… emotionally attached to these tights?”
“Huh?” I quirk a brow.
Without responding, I feel his fingers rip my tights, tearing them open and, sliding my thong aside, he swipes his thick finger through my folds, hissing through his teeth. “Jesus Christ, you’re fucking dripping.”
My head falls forward on a groan when I feel his fingers push into me. It’s torture because it’s exactly what I want yet not nearly enough. I press back against him, seeking more, and he chuckles again, nudging my knees apart.
“Bend over and hold onto the counter, baby,” he coos, smoothing a hand down my back to urge me forward. Grabbing my ass, he pulls my cheeks apart before sinking into me.
I gasp at the feel of his thick length stretching me in the most delicious way until he’s balls deep and filling me completely. Gripping the counter, I’m practically panting, pushing back a touch, willing him to move. Dallas holds me where I am, face twisted in a look of pleasure and pain, a vein protruding in his neck.
“Shit, baby, your pussy is a fuckingdream,” he mutters, his voice tight and strained. “I’m not gonna last long,” he warns,pulling out almost all the way, hazy, hooded eyes meeting mine in the mirror as he thrusts hard and deep.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I say on a moan, keeping my voice down as best as I can when he hits me in the one place that makes my whole body feel as if it’s on fire.
Dallas pulls out again, plundering me over and over, deeper each time, the filthy sound of his balls slapping against me seemingly amplified through in the bathroom, bouncing off the tile and glass. “One day I’m going to come deep inside of this perfect pussy. Claim you from the inside out.”
I bury my face into my forearm, biting down on my skin, edging closer and closer to the point of no return, my thighs burning as that coil of bliss tightens deep inside me.
“C’mere, baby,” Dallas mutters, wrapping his arm around my front and pulling me upright, my back pressed against his heaving chest as he fucks up and into me. “Look at us,” he grunts against the shell of my ear.
I rest my head back on his shoulder, watching us in the mirror.
“Look at you,” he utters, his hand snaking under the waistband and into my tights, into my thong, thick finger finding my clit and circling it with fervor. “Look how beautiful you are, Goldie.”
I look at myself, taking in my own reflection. And I must admit, he’s right. In spite of my scars, I am beautiful. He makes me feel beautiful.
“Say it, baby,” he rasps into my ear. “Say you’re beautiful.”
“I’m beautiful,” I manage through a whimper.
Dallas’s hand moves up to my neck, wrapping around my throat, not tight, just tight enough, and it sparks something deep inside of me, a neediness I never knew existed.