Page 125 of Home Field Advantage
He shakes his head. “Tell me again what you want,” he repeats, emphasizing each word slowly.
My cheeks flame with embarrassment. He means this—sex. He wants me to tell him what I want, when I don’t even know what I want. I want to feel him inside of me. I want to feel the euphoric feeling of Dallas making me come. I want it all.
“I want you to take off your boxer briefs.”
He smirks, standing up again and pushing them to the ground where the rest of our clothes lay scattered. He reaches down into the pocket of his jeans and pulls out a little square wrapper, tearing it open with his teeth before sliding a condom over his throbbing cock. Then he stands there waiting for me to tell him the next thing I want. He’s giving me control while being in control.
Jesus, this is so hot.
I can’t believe this is happening right now.
“Can you…tell me everything you’re going to do to me. You know, show me?”
He brings himself up on the bed, kneeling between my legs, urging them open more than they already were. Leaning forward, with both arms caging the sides of my head, he leans down, only a breath away from my lips. “My fucking pleasure.”
He kisses me, softly at first. But the moment I lift my head, meeting his urgency, he turns primal. His tongue dances with mine, my hands raking the skin on his back as I pull him as close as he can to me. My hips lift on their own, chasing the feeling ofanything.
“I’m going to fuck you with my fingers, and then you can have my cock,” he says, reaching between us, not waiting before driving two fingers inside of me. He stays hovering over my lips, our breaths mingling with one another as he drives in and out of me. “Ahh, yes.”
It feels so good.
Too good.
“More, Dallas.”
“Beg for my cock, Poppy. You know I’ll give it to you, but I love hearing you beg for me.”
“Please,” I moan. “Please give me more.”
Desire, anticipation, and excitement all run through my body at the same time. Never in my life did I think I would be the woman who would beg for it after avoiding it for so long.
But Dallas makes me feel empowered.
He makes me feel alive.
Like I’ve been sleeping for years, and he came barging into my life and woke me up.
He pulls his fingers out, moving his hand to his long, hard length, pumping his shaft a few times before he settles himself between my legs.
“Will it hurt?” I ask.
“It will be uncomfortable at first. I’m going to go slow and take care of you, I promise.”
I nod and look down between my legs at where Dallas is gripping his cock, lining it up with my entrance. He slides the tip through, soaking him, and putting just the right amount of pressure on my clit.
“Mm-hmm.”
“Remind me again, what you want, Poppy?”
I lift my eyes, meeting his. “I want to give you all of me, Dallas.” I think about his words from just moments ago, asking me to beg. “Please. I want your cock inside of me.”
“Christ,” he draws out, pressing the head into my pussy. “That has to be the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard in my life.”
My legs widen, allowing him the space to get in.
“Now watch me as I give you what you want, baby. Watch it slide inside of you.”
My body trembles at the feeling of him pushing dangerously slow. I sit up as much as my body allows to do what he said and watch. I don’t stop staring as the head of his cock disappears inside of me. I gasp at the mix of pain and euphoria coursing through me.
