Page 207 of Soul So Dark
“Alex,” she moans as she fights the inevitable, “I want you to teach me to speak like you, so I can be part of your family—reallypart of your family.”
“Then start now. What’s your name?” I ask, thrusting deep.
She blinks, trying to focus. “Dallas—” she gasps when I pull back and drive into her again, this time deeper than the last.
Her eyes flutter as I feel her open wider for me and the tiny gasp as my hips hit hers. “What’s your name now?”
“Dallas Bar—mmm…” her eyes roll as she tries to articulate the word.
I push her chin up with my thumb and look her in the eyes. “Tell me your name.” This time, my voice is slower and my tone sharper.
“Dallas…Barrera…”
I like the sound of that more than anything I’ve ever heard in my life, almost as much as the sounds she’s making with my dick pinning her to this table.
“Say it again,” I command.
She sucks in a sharp breath as the tension builds. Soon, she starts to clench around me, driving me to the edge right along with her.
“Dallas,” her voice hitches and she lets out a cry, “Barrera!”
My name rolling off her tongue is enough to make me spiral and lose all sense of rationality. She takes the onslaught, screaming for more while she drags my soul out of my body to keep for herself.
And I hope she never lets it go.
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
Dallas
A sliver of light slips through the slit in my eyes and brings me out of deep sleep. I begin to stir, but I can’t roll over. My legs feel like they’re moving, but I’m not the one doing it. Something brushes over my face, drawing me closer to consciousness. But before I can open my eyes, my muscles clench and my body curls against the massive body pressing me into the bed.
“What—what?” I startle.
I grab his shoulders as he sinks his cock deep before pulling back and bottoming out with a groan.
“It’s me, Dal,” he murmurs while lavishing my jawline with kisses.
Finally registering Alex’s familiar touch, I let out a sigh and run my hands across his shoulders. He grabs my thigh, pulling me tight as I run my fingers over his scalp.
“Are you having a good dream,Cariño?” he asks, thrusting deep.
“Don’t wake me up,” I smile, my eyes barely open.
“It must be good.” His hips settle into a steady cadence. “Where are you?”
The corners of my mouth curl with each pulse against my tight walls. “I’m back in high school,” I moan, “and you’re in my room, lying next to me. You start to reach up my shorts, but then you stop.”
His rhythm slows ever so slightly and his tone wavers.
“What?”
But I keep going.
“Another night,” I roll my hips with his, “you started to pull my panties down so you could fuck me while I was asleep. But you didn’t…”
“You were awake?” he breathes.
“Yesss…” I moan with a grin, my eyes still closed.
