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CHAPTER 26

EMILY

S hocked by Dallas’s ultimatum, I can’t help but balk, a cocky grin spreading across his face. “S-sit on your… your f-face?”

He nods slowly, fingers tangling through the lengths of my hair. Pulling me close again, his lips are on mine. “I need my dessert,” he murmurs. “I’ve been desperate for it ever since I licked your sweet cum off our fingers in the car.”

My knees buckle, and a whimper falls from my lips from his filthy words.

“I’ve… I’ve never done that,” I admit.

“I know, baby,” he says gently. “But I want you to see how good it is. I want you to feel my tongue fuck your cunt while you choke on my dick.”

My jaw drops open on a gasp, my core throbbing.

“What do you say, Goldie?” He quirks a brow. “You gonna be a good girl and sit of my fucking face, or what?”

Clamping down on my bottom lip in an attempt to stifle my own sounds, I nod.

“But we gotta be quiet,” he whispers, pressing a chaste kiss to my lips. “You think you can be quiet, baby?”

“I can try,” I say after a moment .

“’Atta girl,” Dallas chuckles, and his hands move down my sides, finding the hem of my dress again. He inches it up my thighs, pausing to gauge me. “On or off?”

I consider his question a moment.

“I’m going to need to give you a couple of my jerseys to keep here,” he whispers, pressing another kiss to my lips, his fingers urging my dress slightly higher.

I swallow hard. “Off…”

Dallas’s eyes go wide when he realizes what I just said. “Are you sure?”

I nod.

“Do you want to put on a t-shirt?”

“Can I just leave my bra on?”

He smiles softly. “You can do whatever you want, baby.”

With another shuddered breath, I slowly lift my arms over my head, allowing Dallas to pull my sweater dress up all the way. When I’m left in nothing but my bra, I instinctively wrap my arms around myself, feeling awkward. He can’t see my breasts, but I have petechiae from radiation that has permanently marked my skin on most of my right side and up into the underarm, and the scar in my chest from my port is still puckered and gross.

“Don’t do that,” Dallas says softly, gently coaxing my arms down to my sides. His gaze darkens as it sweeps over me before meeting my eyes, his fingertips carefully touching the red pin-pricks that dot my skin. “Does it hurt?”

I shake my head.

He lifts his hand and grazes my cheek with the backs of his fingers as he whispers, “Every single thing about you is fucking perfection.”

I blush under the intensity of his gaze and his words, relaxing enough to allow the tension in my shoulders to ease. Then, looking Dallas up and down, I quirk a brow. “You’re still dressed… ”

His lips twitch. “So, what are you gonna do about it then, huh?”

I release each button on his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders. Tugging up the hem of his undershirt, I’m impatient and not shy about it. Thankfully, he takes the hint and, with one hand, he reaches over his shoulder and yanks the white Henley up and over his head, tossing it off into the corner of the room.

Seeing him standing there in just his jeans, I’m forced to squeeze my thighs together because he is so hot. I lean in, pressing kisses to his chest, laying my tongue flat and licking his pebbled nipple, swirling my tongue around it before biting it softly between my teeth and trailing a line to the other one to give it the same attention.

“Fuck, baby,” he utters through gritted teeth, smoothing my hair away from my face and watching me as I continue my way south, drawing a wet trail with my tongue over the defined muscles that line his stomach, following the V that disappears into the waistband.

I smile up at him as I pop the button, slowly tugging the zipper down, and when I see he’s bare underneath, his length springing free, I almost choke on my own saliva. He’s big. I already knew that. But this is the first time I’m seeing him, and he’s perfectly proportioned. Long and thick and silky. A bead of liquid glistens at the tip of the flared head, begging for my tongue, but I somehow manage to refrain, standing back up to my full height, looking up at him.

“You’re killing me, Goldie.” Dallas groans, tucking my hair behind my ear.

“I’m sorry.” I bite down on my bottom lip.

He lifts my chin with his finger, staring directly in my eyes. “What’d I tell you about apologizing to me?”

“I know, I just—” I’m suddenly nervous and more than a little mortified because, again, I’m a thirty-five-year-old woman. “I… I don’t know what to do next.”

He doesn’t say anything. Just continues staring into my eyes with that soft, tender look that feels as if he can see through to my soul.

“Do you want me to show you?” he asks softly.

I nod.

A small smirk curls his lips. “Do you want me to boss you around a little?”

I don’t know why, but the sheer mention of him getting all bossy does things to me that I cannot even begin to explain. The knot in my belly tightens. My core tingles. And the butterflies in my chest go wild. After a moment, I nod again, my smile nervous despite my excitement.

Dallas takes a step back, putting some space between us, and he uses the distance to allow his gaze to trail down over my body. I almost cover myself again, but I stop at the last minute, and instead, I lift my chin a little higher, squaring my shoulders.

Toeing off his boots, Dallas watches me as he pushes his jeans down, kicking them aside before taking a seat on the end of the bed. With a beckoning motion of his fingers, he utters in a low, graveled voice, “C’mere.”

I step up to him again, fully aware that he’s currently eye level with my most intimate parts. Glancing up at me, his big hands grip my waist before skirting down my sides, stopping at the top of my boots.

“I would love to do all the things to you with these on, but I don’t want you to be uncomfortable,” he says, dragging each zipper down at the same time.

I step out of the boots, and he guides me down until I’m straddling his thick, muscular thighs. When I feel his erection press against me, skin to skin, I suck in a gasp, looking down between us.

“Not tonight, baby,” he whispers, as if he can hear my thoughts. “But so fucking soon… look how perfect we’d fit together.” He tilts his hips just enough to rub against me again, and I’m forced to clamp down on my bottom lip before I beg him .

I meet Dallas’s eyes as he continues moving against me, and I can tell by the small smile ghosting his lips that he knows what he’s doing to me. I can’t stop myself from meeting his movements, grinding against him, desperate for more when his cock rubs up against my clit.

“Aw, you want it so bad, don’t you Goldie?”

I nod frantically, whimpering. But before I can get too carried away, Dallas stops. Gripping me, he scoots up the bed, taking me with him, and he lies back, grinning as he gazes up at me.

“Climb aboard, ma’am.”

My eyes go wide because I’ve never done this before and I don’t even know how it’s supposed to work.

“Here,” Dallas says, and suddenly I’m being lifted like I weigh absolutely nothing, straddling his chest. “Now, turn around and back that fine ass up.”

What sounded like a really good idea moments ago is now filling me with dread and serious self-doubt. Turn around and back up? I can only imagine the view from his perspective and it is not pretty. I don’t even realize I’m shaking my head until Dallas pushes up on his elbows, pinning me with a serious look.

“Goldie,” he warns. “Get out of that cute little head of yours and do as I say.”

Oh, okay. So there’s that bossiness. And it would appear I am totally here for it if the sudden ache in my pussy is any indication.

With a deep breath, I close my eyes and do as instructed, edging back over his face, and I actually want to die. This is so embarrassing.

Without warning, Dallas wraps his arms around my thighs and yanks me backward and down, and suddenly, without warning, I’m right there, his mouth covering me. At first, I’m rendered shocked, momentarily frozen. But then I feel his tongue, and a low moan slips out of me that is far too loud for this time of night when my sister and Bron are asleep just down the hall .

“Shhh,” Dallas chuckles from underneath me.

Covering my mouth, I groan into my palm when I feel his tongue lick from my clit to my entrance and back again, long, slow, determined licks. His hands palm my ass, spreading me wider, and when his tongue thrusts inside of me, my back arches and my hips move of their own accord.

“Can you breathe?” I pant, suddenly worried I’m suffocating him because I’m literally riding his face.

Dallas says something. I think it was along the lines of yes, fuck . I can’t quite tell. But the vibrations of his words do all sorts of wicked things to me, and I throw my head back with a stifled, “Fuuuuuck.”

I’m already close. I can feel the coil in my belly tighten, pressure building low at the base of my spine. But I have a job to do. This isn’t all about me. I said I want to suck his cock and my God, I meant it.

Breathing hard, I lean forward, slowly, carefully, my body shuddering with every expert swipe of Dallas’s tongue. His length is right there, stretching all the way up to his navel, and it’s leaking with his own need. I rest a hand on his hip, lowering myself, but then he sucks on me, and I fall all way the forward, burying my face against his thigh to muffle my sounds. This is harder than I thought it would be.

“I want you in my mouth,” I whisper between gasps.

He pulls away from me just long enough to utter, “So put me in your fucking mouth, baby.”

I shiver at his tone. So low and grumbly and demanding. So unlike him but still sexy as hell.

I carefully wrap my hand around his thick base, squeezing a little and reveling in the sound that rumbles deep in his chest. I smile to myself, moving in closer, close enough to poke out my tongue and lick the tip. Again, he growls, and the grip he has on my ass tightens almost to the point of pain. But his reaction only encourages me, and I lick him again, wrapping my lips around the flared head and sucking as I stroke him firm and slow .

“Shit, Goldie,” he gasps, pausing his ministrations to breathe hard.

And I think the fact that I can’t see his face, one of my senses effectively taken away, makes it even sexier; his sounds, his words, the way his stomach muscles flex with every swirl of my tongue—I can’t remember a time I’ve ever felt so powerful. It’s never been like this before.

I take him deeper, mouth meeting my hand, working him over with steady, rhythmic bobs of my head, moaning around him when I taste more of his arousal coating my tongue with each pass.

“Fuck, you’re so good at sucking my cock, baby,” Dallas murmurs, pressing a kiss to my clit. “Your mouth… is mine. Forever.” He presses his tongue inside me again, groaning against me.

I whimper from the feel of his mouth on me and from the way his hips move, like he’s trying so hard to restrain himself but failing just a little every time. But I want him to move. I want him to let go. I want to see him lose it. So, with a deep breath in through my nose, I grip his base tight before sinking all the way down, gagging when he hits the very back of my throat.

“Shit! Fuck!” Dallas hisses, his hips surging upwards.

I gag again, forced to release him with a pop, saliva drooling out of my mouth and all over him.

“Sorry, baby,” Dallas murmurs against my core. “But between your mouth and this pussy, I am so fucking close.”

I take him deep again, bobbing my head up and down, feeling him twitch. I allow my fingers to explore, cupping his balls and massaging them gently.

“Fuck, Goldie.” Dallas thrusts his tongue deep inside me again, pulling back and licking me up and down my slit over and over again in frantic strokes that match my own. “You’re fucking dripping, making a mess all over my face. Does my dick make you needy?”

I shudder from the feel of his tongue and lips, his filthy words, but I don’t stop. I can’t stop. I need to finish him off. I need him to come, and I will not stop until he does.

“You’re gonna make me come, Goldie,” Dallas says, his tone warning. “And unless you want me to come in that pretty little mouth of yours, you’re gonna wanna stop.”

“Nuh-uh,” I manage with my mouth full of him. And I double down, hollowing my cheeks and taking him as far as I can, relaxing my throat to try and take him even deeper.

“Oh, shit!” Dallas groans, burying his face into my sex. His muscles flex, his thighs tremble, legs go rigid, and his fingers dig into my ass cheeks so hard I’m sure I’ll bruise. When I feel the first hot spurt hit the back of my throat, I swallow it greedily, taking everything he’s willing to give me until I feel him pull away from over-stimulation.

I press a soft kiss to the tip of his rosy dick and move away, smiling down at the scene of the crime. But I don’t have long to appreciate my work when I’m suddenly flipped onto my back with such gusto, it steals the air from my lungs.

Dallas hovers over me, eyes glazed and heavily hooded, cheeks flushed, face gleaming with my arousal. I should be disgusted in myself for causing such a mess, but it’s strangely hot.

He leans down and pushes his tongue inside of my mouth, and I can taste myself on him. I wonder if he can taste himself.

“Your perfect cunt is all mine,” Dallas murmurs against my lips. “No one else’s. Only mine. You got that, Goldie?”

I nod, sucking on his tongue and causing him to groan.

He pulls away, peppering kisses down over my jaw, my neck, licking the pulse point he knows drives me crazy. He continues south, pressing a soft, sweet kiss against my port scar. He trails his tongue down between the valley of my breasts, over my bra, and further down my stomach until he reaches my sex again.

“You wanna come, baby?” He looks up at me through the curtain of hair that’s flopped over his forehead.

“Yes… please,” I sigh .

“You trust me?” He arches a brow, flashing the hint of an almost devilish grin.

I nod because it’s true. I do trust him. More than I’ve ever trusted any man.

“You tap my hand three times if it becomes too much, okay?”

My curiosity piques, but my desperation wins and I nod again.

Dallas sits up on his knees, smirking down at me, dragging his fingers up the insides of my thighs before forcefully pushing my legs apart as far as they’ll go. He lowers himself, inching closer and closer to where I’m throbbing and, with his eyes on mine, he spits on me. It’s startling but so goddamn good, and I stifle my moan by biting on the inside of my cheek. With a cocky grin, he buries himself between my thighs and licks my clit before sucking it between his lips.

My back arches off the bed, and I slap a hand over my mouth to stop myself from crying out.

Dallas laps at me, devours me. His tongue lavishes every part of me, dragging the tip from my entrance back to my clit, over and over again. Then he pushes my thighs higher and covers my entire core with his mouth, hooded eyes boring into mine as he alternates between sucking, licking, and pushing his tongue inside of my.

“Ohmyfuckinggod,” I mutter into my hand.

The corners of his eyes crinkle, and I know he’s loving this as much as I am.

Dallas moves his attention up to my clit, circling it with his tongue, and I cry into my hand when I feel him slip two of his thick fingers inside of me. He sucks on my clit as he curls his fingers, rubbing against that secret spot.

I feel the familiar tension bloom deep inside, like a tsunami of pleasure coursing through me.

“I’m so close,” I gasp, my thighs quaking, white spots dancing in my periphery .

“I know you are,” he murmurs against my clit. “You ready baby?”

“Uh-huh!” I whimper, nodding when his eyes meet mine.

“Cover that sexy fucking mouth,” he mutters, sucking my clit hard.

I do as he says, covering my mouth with both hands right as the pressure inside of me detonates, and as he pulls his fingers out, I release with a hot spurt as my orgasm crashes over me. But he draws it out, and the waves keep coming, his fingers plunging inside of me again, rubbing me with fervor and causing more spurts to release, my entire body bucking with every single new crest.

When I’m finally spent, when it’s all too much, I collect myself enough to remember to tap him three times before gently pushing him away and sagging into the mattress, my entire body still trembling with aftershocks.

Dallas crawls up my boneless body, looking down at me with a smug grin, clearly proud of himself. He presses a soft kiss to my flushed cheek and whispers, “Is that your bathroom?” He nods to the door next to my closet,

I make a sound. I don’t even know what kind of sound it is. He chuckles at my inability to form words, but thankfully he takes the sound as a yes and pushes off from my bed, his glorious bare ass the last thing I see before he disappears inside. Moments later, he returns carrying a washcloth, and he sits on the side of the bed, carefully and tenderly cleaning me up in a move that is so unexpected, it takes my breath away while simultaneously bringing tears to prick my eyes.

No one has ever cared about me this way. Not Luke, not any of the men I’ve ever been with. And it’s only then, in the afterglow of one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever experienced, as Dallas takes care of me in a way I’ve never known, that I suddenly realize I am in well over my head in the best possible way.