Scored(44)

“Wow… you’re wow.” I blow out a breath. “Wow.”

“I’ll take that as the highest of compliments.”

“You will?”

He grabs his thick erection by the base and strokes it. “How often is a librarian at a loss for words?”

“I’m pretty sure a rocket scientist would forget how to put together a spaceship if you stripped in front of her.”

He makes a satisfied noise in his throat, then releases his shaft to open the box of condoms. Carefully, he takes one out and opens it, rolling it down the length of him.

“Are you skipping the middle?”

He shakes his head. “Not a chance. Although, you’ve already had a beginning, middle, and end.”

“I could use another happy ending.” I bat my lashes at him and he laughs, even while he struts—yes, this man struts when he walks—to me.

“You like what you see?”

I nod like a bobble head.

He puts one knee on the mattress. “Take off the rest of your clothes.”

Tempted to do a slow tease, I play with the hem of my t-shirt. “You sure you don’t want me to keep this on? I thought you liked seeing me with your name on my back.”

His brows raise. “Show me.”

“Show you what?”

“Show me what my name looks like on your back.” He crosses his arms and stares at me pointedly. “Go on.”

I turn on my stomach, glancing over my shoulder at him with what I hope is a sexy smile. “Thoughts?”

“If I didn’t want to watch you come on my dick, I’d fuck you in that position.” He flips me over, all but tears off my t-shirt, and straddles my body, his cock almost in my face. This close, it’s even bigger.

“Next time?”

He nods, then repositions himself so he’s lying on top of me but bears most of the weight. “You can keep the bra on, but I need to make a couple of adjustments.”

I look down, only to watch him pull the lace cup down until my breast pops out. He does the same thing to the other and flashes me a smile. “Nice tits.”

“You can do better than that,” I say, challenging him. Never have I felt this confident in bed, but with Dallas, everything feels so right.

“Fucking gorgeous tits.” He doesn’t wait for my critique; he takes a rapidly tightening nipple into his mouth and tongues it.

Teases it.

Bites and nibbles.

Sucks on it until I’m mindless with desire.

Every pull of his mouth, every flick of his tongue, and every scrape of his teeth is a direct path to my clit. It throbs in time with my pulse, which is accelerating to speeds I’ve never experienced before.

“That… I like that so much.”

He kisses the tip of my breast, then moves to the neglected one, taking his time as he works me into a frenzy. His hips thrust against me, his cock sliding through my pussy.

I lift my hips, wanting to feel him inside of me, but Dallas is in no hurry. He’s too focused on my breasts, my neck, my ears… my jaw. His hands are everywhere, touching and caressing. Making me tremble and gasp his name over and over.

Just when I can’t take it anymore, he grabs his erection and guides it to my entrance. With our gazes locked, he pushes inside of me, the thick, wide head slowly forcing my inner muscles to accommodate him.

“Relax for me, Paige. I don’t fuck like a porn star. They’re all thrusts and no finesse, and only concerned about the money shot.” He kisses my nose, and my eyes flutter shut. “I want this to be good for you. Come as hard as you can, as fast or as slow as you want. I’m here for you all night, baby.”

My body relaxes, opening to him so he slides in and groans when he stops.

“Okay, so I might have spoken too soon about being here all night.” The cords of his thick neck strain. “You feel so fucking good. I’m about to blow.”

I wrap my legs around his waist, sending him deeper, and he curses.

“Can’t have that,” I murmur.

“You’re a piece of work… I’m going to pay you back.” He pulls out, then thrusts back inside.

“With sex or oral?” I ask, feeling especially powerful in this moment.

“Bad girls get both.”

I lean up and nip his ear. “I can be so bad for you.”

“Shit.” He hisses. “I didn’t know you…”

I slide my foot down his leg and back up again. “Didn’t know I was so flexible?”

“That and… you like to talk.”

“I’m the chatty type when I get naked,” I tease, and he grins. “Also, I like yoga.”

“Explains your perfect ass.”

I laugh, wanting to fling my arms out and shout that this is the best sex ever and I haven’t even gotten to the end. This is just the middle.

“Anything else you’d like to comment on before we get back to the best sex ever?”

“Can’t think of anything.” His lashes fall, hiding his eyes from me as he slowly starts to move, dragging his cock against my sensitized nerves.

Grabbing his shoulders, I kiss him. He growls in his chest and his hips shoot forward, his arm snaking under me to anchor me tighter against him.

My hands move from his shoulders, exploring his back and digging into his ass. An ass that is so hard that I could bounce an entire bank off it.