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CHAPTER 18

DALLAS

“ T h-three t-times?” Emily stammers, blinking once like she can’t believe me.

I nod slowly, offering her a smug smirk. “At least.”

“That can’t be… safe.” She balks, despite the obvious desire flushing her cheeks.

“Trust me, Goldie.” I reach behind her, cupping her ass and lifting her into the air before laying her gently on the blanket in one seamless move. Nudging her thighs apart, I settle between them, looming over her and looking deep into that caramel-swirl gaze. Fuck she’s pretty.

“I’ve got you,” I whisper, ghosting my lips over hers in a barely-there kiss.

Emily wraps her arms around my neck, urging me closer, and I lap my tongue between her parted lips, basking in the moan she makes, her tongue meeting mine, sexy thighs falling apart even more.

Tearing my lips away from hers, I dot kisses over her jaw and throat, sucking and licking the pulse point at the base of her neck and grinding my cock against her needy pussy. When she arches her back in response, my own sounds become animalistic when I feel just how fucking soaked she is through my shorts.

“You have no idea how sexy you are,” I whisper against her skin before dragging my teeth over the spot that drives her wild. She hisses in pain, and I lay my tongue flat, soothing the bite which elicits a fucking mewl from her that makes my dick jolt. Man, I am so fucking close, toeing the line of no return, but fuck it. If I come in my pants like a teenager, then I come in my fucking pants. So be it.

I carefully tug at the neck of my jersey she’s wearing, pulling it away from her skin to reveal her shoulder, and I don’t miss the way her body tenses. I hush her, pressing a few soft, slow kisses to her exposed collarbone before covering her back up again, feeling her instantly relax. And I fucking hate that. I need her to know she’s perfect. No matter what. She is perfect to me. But it’s a work in progress, and I’m up for the task.

I drag my tongue over her pulse point again, peppering kisses downwards, over the top of the jersey and between the valley of her breasts, looking up at her and meeting her eyes as I head further south. I push up the hem of the jersey just enough to litter kisses over her stomach, swirling my tongue around her belly button and making her gasp, her fingers threading through my hair and clutching tight.

“Tell me to stop at any time and I will, okay?” I steady her with an imploring look as I continue peppering my lips down, stopping at the edge of her panties.

“Yes,” she moans.

I’m forced to bite back my grin because I don’t even think she knows what she’s agreeing to right now. She’s so fucking turned on. Her eyes blazing with feral need, it’s possibly the sexiest thing I’ve ever witnessed.

Running my thumb under her waistband, teasingly, I stare into her eyes, dragging the bridge of my nose over her pussy, smelling her arousal through the soaked satin, my eyes rolling back into my head. “Fuck, you smell like… mine ,” I mutter, laying my tongue out and licking the seam of her through her underwear.

Emily wiggles her hips, clearly desperate for more, but I just continue teasing her, causing her to groan in a combination of frustration and need that makes my balls ache.

“Please, Dallas,” she whispers, shifting her hips.

I smirk, licking her through the satin once again. “Such a good girl using your manners,” I murmur against her, watching her lips fall open on a silent moan, her gaze darkening.

“You like that, don’t you?” I arch a brow, tugging her panties down, just an inch. “Good girl?”

She nods. Makes a noise that almost sounds like yes, but it’s guttural and frantic, her body writhing uncontrollably.

“Look at you, baby,” I sigh, taking her in. “So fucking needy and desperate for me, huh?”

She whimpers. “I need to come.”

“I know you do,” I whisper. “But I need you to be a good girl and use your words for me.” I gently spread her pussy lips, opening her to me inside her panties, and I blow a hot breath through the soaked satin over her clit. “Tell me exactly what you want, Goldie.”

“I want your mouth,” she practically squeaks.

I smirk, pressing my thumb against her clit. “Where do you want my mouth?”

“Where do you think?” she sasses through a moan, clearly frustrated.

I chuckle lowly. “I think I need you to tell me exactly what you want me to do.”

Emily drags her teeth over her bottom lip, and I see her chest heave with the breaths racking her, her cheeks flaming as she watches me tease her, tugging her panties down another inch.

“I want you to lick my pussy,” she finally pleads with a panting breath.

Oh shit… No. No. No.

I’m forced to bow my head, squeezing my eyes shut to take the moment I need. I focus on my breaths. In and out. In and out. But it’s useless. The coil at the base of my spine tenses, and my balls tighten to the point of pain, my dick like stone, and it’s excruciating. I find myself grinding against the floor in search of some semblance of relief, my hips moving of their own accord until, with a low growl, I groan. “Fuuuuck me…”

Silence ensues, and I close my eyes tight, trying to catch a breath.

“Dallas?” Emily’s voice sounds panicked. “Are you okay?”

Slowly, I lift my head, dizzy and a little disoriented as I release a heavy, shuddering breath. “I just… I just came in my pants.”

Her eyes blow out.

I scoff, shaking my head at myself with a cocky smirk. I should be embarrassed, but fuck it. I’m owning it. And so should she. “That’s what you do to me, Goldie.”

A small, satisfied smile blooms across her lips, and I love how, in this moment, she looks so proud of herself. Like the cat that got the fucking canary. As she should. No woman has ever made me come in my pants. Not since ninth grade, at least.

“Do you need to change?”

“Fuck no, I don’t need to change,” I scoff, pushing up onto my knees and frantically tearing her panties down, pulling them all the way off and tossing them over my shoulder.

With my eyes on hers, I drag my fingers up the insides of her soft thighs, gently yet forcefully shoving her legs apart so she’s fully open to me. When I look down and finally see her, I swear my heart skips a few beats. “This is what I need,” I whisper.

I didn’t get to see her the night we were together. I didn’t get to see any of her. She didn’t want me to see her, and as difficult as it was, I respected her choice. But fuck me. The wait was worth it. Pretty, pink, and glistening, her pussy is perfection. In fact, I’m forced to drop my head back, looking up at the beams in the ceiling with a few centering breaths, needing another moment .

“Did you come in your pants again?” Emily asks after a moment, her voice soft and tentative.

I chuckle, meeting her eyes and shaking my head. “No, baby… but Fuck. Me. If this isn’t the prettiest goddamn pussy I’ve ever laid my eyes on.”

She bites down on her bottom lip, her cheeks flushing again.

“May I?” I ask, ducking down and moving closer to her center.

She nods, a little fervently. “Yes, please.”

I smile at the way she’s so damn polite even now, and I link my left arm under her thigh, splaying my hand across her stomach, my right hand resting against her soft mound, fingers opening her beautiful pussy to me. And then, staring directly into her eyes, I lay my tongue out flat and lick her with one long, languid stroke from bottom to top, taking my time to devour her.

“Oh my fucking God!” Emily jolts, back arching off the floor.

“Fuuuuck,” I groan, licking her again, swirling my tongue around her clit, circling it over and over, flicking it lightly before sucking it between my lips, causing her to cry out.

“You taste like a wet fuckin’ dream, Goldie,” I mutter, lashing my tongue against her, over and over again until she’s a thrashing mess of unintelligible sounds.

“Dallas, shit!” She fists my hair, holding me right where I am as I drag my tongue up and down her slit. “Keep doing that; please keep doing that.”

When I suck on her clit again, I feel her thighs start to tremble and I know she’s already so close. I cannot fathom how no man has ever ventured here before me; poor bastards don’t know what they’re missing. Sucks to be them.

“You’re gonna come, aren’t you baby?” I sigh. “I can tell by the way your cunt is pulsing against my mouth.”

She gasps. “Yes!”

I spear her with a menacing look, smirking at the way she reacts to my filthy words. “So then be a good girl and come for me,” I growl, wrapping my lips around her clit once more and sucking hard.

She goes off like a fucking rocket, body convulsing, thighs trying to squeeze the life out of me. But I don’t let up. I hold her open, working her through her orgasm with persistent licks all over her sopping cunt, lapping every last part of her up like a man possessed before focusing on her clit again.

“No, I c-can’t… too… s-sensitive!” She pants, trying to push me away, but I’m too strong.

“Tell me to stop, Goldie,” I remind her, watching her as I continue my assault against her over-sensitive pussy.

Not only does she not tell me to stop, but she holds onto me, nearly tearing my hair clean from my scalp, shifting her hips against me, seeking more, and I know what she wants.

“No, don’t stop!” she cries out. “I’m close again!”

Grinning against her clit, I slide two fingers inside her tight cunt and she sucks in a harsh breath, almost choking on her own scream.

“Fuck, oh m-m-my God,” she sobs. “So. Fucking. Good. Jesus!”

“Not Jesus, baby,” I taunt. “This is all me.”

I lick her clit frantically, watching her throw her head back, her back arching, hand searching for something, anything to hold onto. “Faster, please!”

With another chuckle, I do the opposite, slowing my pace until my fingers are barely moving, my tongue hardly touching her throbbing clit.

She lifts my head, gaping at me. “What are you doing?”

I grin.

“That’s literally the opposite of faster!” she whines.

“Use your words.” I arch a brow. “Remember… you need to tell me exactly what you want.” With a leisurely pace I’m sure is excruciating, I plunge my fingers back inside, dragging them back out so slow, circling her hole .

“Fuck me, Dallas,” she pleads with a groan. “Hard. And fast. Please.”

“Fuck you where?” I play dumb, grinning like an asshole. “And with what?”

“Fuck my pussy with your fingers,” she grits out.

“Nah, pussy ain’t gonna cut it this time, Goldie.” I shake my head, pulling my fingers all the way out of her wet, hot heat. And then, as she watches me, I suck on them, lapping at her pussy juice with a satisfied groan.

Emily glares at me, and if looks could kill, I would be dead and buried. But I can see it there. The uncertainty. The questioning. The second guessing herself.

I nod, answering those unspoken questions, flashing her a smirk because I know this is hard for her, but it’s all part of my plan. I need her to let her guard down. I need her to know this is a safe space, that she’s safe with me.

She closes her eyes, taking the moment she needs before finally opening them and looking directly at me as she says, “Fuck my… cunt … with your fingers… please.”

A victorious smile claims me, but I decide to play hard to get, cupping my hand around my ear. “I’m gonna need you to say that a little louder. I didn’t quite catch it, baby.”

“I hate you,” she deadpans.

“Uh-uh, Goldie,” I chide. “You know the rules.”

Licking her bottom lip, her eyes narrow slightly with a glare I know is all for show right now. “Fuck my cunt with your fingers… and lick my clit, Dallas. Please, please make me come again.”

I huff a breath, my eyes flaring as my cock jolts in response. “There’s my good girl.”

I close my mouth over her again, tonguing and sucking her clit as I thrust my fingers inside her hard and fast, just like she begged me to. I twist my fingers, curling them and finding her G-spot, stroking it in time with my licks, pushing down a little firmer on her lower belly .

“Ahhh,” she cries out, thrashing beneath me.

I hum against her, sucking her clit hard, biting it, putting enough incessant pressure on her G-spot before she suddenly falls over the edge, and, with a guttural scream, I feel her release gush out all over my hand in hot spurts that keep coming as I work her through it.

“Oh my God…” Emily breathes out hard, sagging back against the blanket as I slowly remove my fingers, pressing one lingering kiss to her swollen clit and grinning when I see her shudder with aftershocks.

I crawl up and over her languid body, kissing her as I go, and when I make it up to her beautiful, flushed face, seeing the dazed look in her eyes, the way she gazes at me like she’s fucking drunk or high or something, I can’t help but smirk like a smug asshole because I did the damn thing.

Taking her bottom lip between my teeth, I bite it gently before thrusting my tongue into her mouth and kissing her hard. “See how fucking perfect you taste, Goldie?” I mutter against her lips, giving her as much as I can.

She moans against my mouth.

I pull back enough to get another look at her, pressing a soft kiss to her nose. “Have you ever squirted before, baby?” I grin, knowing the answer, but asking anyway.

Her brows knit together and she shakes her head, still dazed and out of it. “No one has ever even found that spot before,” she says on a light gasp, still trying to catch her breath.

I shake my head, because it really is a travesty. That ex of hers deserves a serious ass whooping.

“Well, you got me now, so get used to it,” I whisper, kissing her lips as I drag my fingers through her soaking wet slit.

She winces when I graze her clit again, hips bucking. “No, Dallas, I can’t. I’m too?—”

“Uh-uh, baby.” I shake my head, cutting her off with a soft, chaste kiss to her parted lips. “You owe me one more. I said three and I fucking meant it.”