Loving Dallas(21)

Lord have mercy on my soul, this woman will be the death of me.

I ram hard into her and the blunt force of impact shoves a noise from her throat I could hear while being stabbed and die a happy man.

“That’s it, good girl. Take it all.” I go in deep and hard a few more strokes before I have to back it down or risk embarrassing myself. Even though I didn’t volunteer the information, it’s been a while for me, too.

Her legs wrap my waist and in an acrobatic move we’ve never before performed, I lift her up onto my dick and impale her again and again like we’re training for a sex triathlon while she clings to my body.

“Oh my God,” she moans into my ear. “You feel so good inside me. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

I rake my teeth across her throat because I am really and truly gone from the world of right and wrong and acceptable behavior while f*cking.

“I have no intentions of stopping until you beg me to. And maybe not even then.”

Her walls clench around me in a quivering throb of warning. She’s close.

“Can you take it, Robyn? If I keep on f*cking you right through your first orgasm?”

“I don’t—” She interrupts herself to let out a moan and grips me tighter. “I don’t know.”

“Only one way to find out.”

With that, I pull out and lower her back onto the mattress. Her expression twists into one that tells me she’s unhappy with this development. I let out another low, dark laugh, realizing I can read her mind a little, too.

“Don’t pout, pretty girl. I’m going to make it all better.”

Sliding my slick erection down her center and back inside of her eases the tension in her facial features. Placing my thumb on her damp clit and my mouth on her left breast I begin the divine torture that is drawing out her orgasm. I rotate f*cking, sucking, and circling until she screams my name. Then I move to the right breast and begin again, nipping the tips of her breasts with my teeth just hard enough to hurt.

“Louder, baby. I think there are hotel guests at the end of the hall that still can’t hear you.”

An incoherent string of supplications for me to stop, don’t stop, harder, punctuated by ohmygods and f*cks and more of my name slip out of her mouth like adulations she’s memorized for this specific occasion.

I’d been confidently assuming I’d make her come at least twice if not more before I took my own release from her body, but I am caught off guard when Robyn’s walls begin launching an aggressive assault on my dick. Her * becomes a tight fist determined to milk me dry, and I lose myself in the push and the pull of it, coming right along with her as she spirals out into oblivion.

Letting go never felt so good.





12 | Robyn

DALLAS COLLAPSES ON MY BARE CHEST, OUR SWEAT-SLICK BODIES melding together like liquefied metal. My previously erected steel fa?ade obviously had some weak areas I forgot to address. Particularly in the area around my vagina, it would seem.

As much as I want to chastise myself for letting this happen, the residual euphoria from being so thoroughly f*cked won’t allow it.

Life is short and for the most part made up of experiences that fall into two categories: mind-blowing and non-mind-blowing. This one definitely falls into the former, so I can’t even bring myself to feel guilty.

“You okay?” Dallas is still catching his breath and so am I, but his voice sounds a lot steadier than mine likely will so I just nod my response. “I’m going to take care of this real quick. Be right back.”

He places a chaste kiss on the side of my mouth before hopping out of bed to deal with the condom.

“ ’Kay,” I mumble in my half-conscious stupor to his bare-assed retreating figure.

We should probably talk, or I should at least reassure him that I know this wasn’t about more than sex. I’ve known Dallas long enough to know that the moment any talk of feelings enters the equation he’ll get all weird and distant on me. That boy spends more time in his own head than anyone I know. Always has.

He’s not a boy anymore, my subconscious reminds me.

That’s for damn sure. The moment I felt his rough stubbled jaw rub against my inner thighs the way I’d been imagining since the first moment I saw him earlier tonight, I knew I was dealing with a much more lethal version of Dallas Lark.

He used to ask permission before doing anything to my body he was anxious to try out but wasn’t sure I’d be comfortable with. While that was sweet and considerate of him, this man he’s become, one who takes what he wants without asking, is pretty damn hot, too.

I feel the bed shift when he slips back in beside me I’m shattered. Empty. Drained of all life-sustaining matter.

“Tired, babe?”

I think maybe I grunt something in response. Strong arms wrap around me and I’m cocooned in warmth.

Beam me up, God. Pretty sure I can die happy now.

“Sweet dreams, pretty girl,” Dallas whispers in my ear.

Maybe I’m already dreaming.

Waking up in a strange hotel room without any clothes on isn’t a familiar experience or one I have any requisite protocol for.

My senses come back to me slowly and one at a time.

I’m cold. Naked. And I can hear music playing softly from across the room.

It’s still dark outside, but there’s a lamp on in the room. I don’t see it but I can tell by the golden glow it emits.