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“Please, Dallas. Please make me come.”
“That’s my fucking girl.”
She tries to remove her hand, allowing me space to devour her, but I hold her in place. My tongue swipes through her pussy, and I moan into her. She tastes like she can ruin me—sweet, warm, and dangerous.
And I already know with thisone taste, I’m done for.
I devour her, swiping my tongue up and down, eating her like a starved bear.
“Oh my god, Dallas. That feels so good. What is happening right now?”
“I’m eating your pussy,” I breathe against her skin. “And I don’t plan to fucking stop.”
I release my hold on her finger, and she pulls back. I wanted her to be able to get herself off, but she tastes too good—too addictive. The moment my lips suck her clit, and my tongue flicks over it, she bucks against me. Practically riding my face where she sits. I can’t stop even if I tried.
“I think I’m gonna come.”
Taking two fingers, I reach down and drive them into her. Fucking her with my hand while flicking my tongue over her clit. She’s close, I can feel her contracting around me.
“Oh my god,” she screams out, falling back to the bed. I drive into her harder, finger fucking her until she’s ready to see stars. “Yes!”
“Come for me, Poppy.” I pump my hand two more times. “I want you to soak my fingers and show me who this pussy belongs to now.”
“Dallas!”
“That’s right,” I groan, sucking her clit one more time and sending her over the edge. She squirms around me, thighs tightening around my head, nearly suffocating me. I’d gladly die this way if this is how I’m going to go with my head between her legs, and my mouth on her pussy.
Rest in peace to me, because either way, Poppy Barlow just ruined me.
CHAPTER 31
YOU KNOW, SHOW ME?
Poppy
I lie there still, staring at my ceiling, trying to control my breathing.
My skin is buzzing, heat radiating off me as I lie naked and exposed to the man whose face was just between my legs. Every nerve in my body is still tingling, and I feel like I could melt into these sheets.
My heart is still racing, but it’s slower now, steady.
I felt like I was holding tension in my body all week, since we checked off the first item on my little list I made. I didn’t even realize just how much until now.
When I lift myself to my elbows, I see Dallas standing there, smiling. He doesn’t say anything, and neither do I.
His silence feels like a quiet trust. He’s allowing me this time to process everything. He hasn’t run away or told me he needs to leave. He’s not eager to run out the door because I wasn’t enough. As if he can read my thoughts, he moves to sit on the bed beside me, placing one hand on my exposed thigh.
I place my hand on top of it, letting him silently know I’m okay.
Hell, I’m more than okay. My body is craving more ofwhatever that was. I feel like a sex-crazed fiend, and I haven’t even had the actual sex part of that.
“I promise you, that isn’t the reason I came here tonight,” he says.
“I know.”
“I’m learning quickly that I’m desperate for any time spent with you. If we hadn’t kissed at the door, I would have done a puzzle with you. I would have whipped up a snack or something and watched a movie with you. I would have done whatever you wanted to do.” He pauses, turning to face me completely. “I lose all control with you, Poppy.”
As someone who craves control and consistency, his chaos makes me strangely feel at home. It’s a welcome kind of tornado tearing through my life. Where I used to fear this kind of mess, I want it now. I want it with him because he makes me feel comfortable and safe.
