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CHAPTER 47

DALLAS

I startle, woken by my own groan. It takes a second for my eyes to adjust, but when they do, and I look down to see a mess of blonde hair hovering over my hips, I lift up to see Emily’s gaze meet mine, her plush, pink lips wrapped around my cock.

“Fuck’s sake,” I murmur, pleasure coiling in my stomach at the sight. But then she sucks me hard, taking me in deep, eyes still fixed on mine, and it takes everything I have not to blow my load down her pretty throat.

“Jesus Christ, baby,” I rasp, gently sweeping her hair away from her face to get a better look. “So. Fucking. Good.”

Emily bobs up and down on my dick, cheeks hollowing, taking me deeper and deeper until I hit the back of her throat. I fist her hair, holding her, about ready to come so violently I’m forced to stifle my own sounds.

“Fuck, you look so hot, taking my dick like a good girl,” I praise through gritted teeth.

She moans softly, opening up her throat. I tilt my hips, thrusting up into her mouth, and she gags, her cheeks turning pink, eyes watering, and fuck me if the sight of her choking on my dick doesn’t do filthy, primal things to me .

“Are you okay?” I drag the pad of my thumb over the curve of her cheek.

She nods, taking me deep again, a little faster this time, up and down, up and down before gagging again. As a tear spills over onto her cheek, I wipe it away, noticing the smile in her eyes and that’s when I realize it. She fucking likes it. I think back to the way her cheeks flushed when I threatened to spank her last night in the truck. And now, the way she’s trying to take me almost too deep. Fuck. Me. My girl likes it a little rough.

I tug on her hair harder, pushing her head down with a touch of force until I’m right there, and when I feel the gag reflex, I hold her there for just a few seconds, staring deep into her eyes as she fights for a breath.

Pulling off me with a pop, strings of saliva connect her lips to my throbbing dick. She sucks in a breath, eyes flaring, and I’m not sure if I might’ve crossed a line, but then a wicked smirk curls her lips and she wraps her hand around the base of my cock, diving in for another go with a whimpered, “More.”

I stop her, fisting her hair and holding her less than an inch from my cock. “Spit on it.”

Her eyes widen at my demand.

I arch a warning brow. “Spit on my fucking cock, baby.”

She hesitates only a moment or so before holding me firm and leaning in, a drop of saliva falling from her pretty lips and landing right on the swollen head of my dick.

“That’s a good girl,” I hiss through my teeth, pushing her head down, hard.

Emily gags again, rivulets of drool dribbling out of her mouth. It’s messy and filthy and everything in between, and she looks so fucking pretty right now, eyes hooded, lips swollen, cheeks pink; I’m forced to squeeze my eyes shut when I feel that all too telling tightening in my balls.

“Fuck baby, I’m gonna come…” I warn lowly, sucking my bottom lip between my teeth when she doesn’t let up, gipping th e base and drawing me deep. “You want me to come down that perfect little throat, don’t you, Goldie?”

She moans around me.

“Is my good girl going to swallow every last drop of my cum?”

She nods frantically, a pleading look in her eyes, and when she cups my tight balls with her other hand, squeezing with just enough force, my cock swells and I come down her throat.

“Fuck!” I grit, tugging on her hair so tight it’s probably painful as I hold her right there, my whole body going tense as my cock pulses in her mouth, giving her every last fucking drop that she accepts greedily.

When I finally stop coming, Emily slowly releases me, looking down at my semi-deflated dick with a satisfied smile. She places a wet kiss to the flared head before crawling up my body with an innocent smile and a sweet, “Merry Christmas, baby.”

“Merry fuckin’ Christmas, indeed,” I murmur, grabbing her by the waist and rolling us over so I’m on top of her. I settle between her thighs and claim her mouth with my own, tasting the saltiness of my cum on her tongue, and I groan because I wasn’t expecting that to be so fucking hot.

As I thrust my hardening dick against her center, Emily whimpers into my mouth. I trail my hand down the curve of her waist, over her hip, stopping at my t-shirt she’s wearing and shoving up the hem to find she’s not wearing any panties. Fucking her mouth with slow, determined licks of my tongue, I swipe my fingers through her pussy, groaning.

“Chrissake baby, you’re so fucking wet,” I pant out, breaking our kiss only so I can look at her, my brows knitting with confusion. “Did you come?”

“No, I’m just really, really horny,” she says with a breathy moan.

“Aw, baby…” I coo, pressing my thumb over her clit and ma ssaging the swollen bundle of nerves with lazy circles I know aren’t enough. “Does my girl wanna be fucked?”

Emily clamps her bottom lip between her teeth, nodding as her eyes roll back in her head.

I chuckle. “Can you be quiet?”

“Yes…” She groans, but she’s so desperate right now, I don’t know if I believe her.

I reach into the nightstand and take out a condom. Balancing on my knees, I quickly sheath myself while Emily watches on with needy eyes, and then I’m right back where I belong, nestled between her thighs. Leaning in, I kiss her lips as I link under her left knee, pulling her leg up higher, and, as I slide my tongue into her mouth, I thrust into her hot, wet cunt, our sounds muffled by our kiss. At the feel of my cock filling her, her walls clamp around me like a fucking vice.

Taking a moment to adjust, I break our kiss just enough to rest my forehead against Emily’s, both of us breathing hard, shallow, and fast. When I look into her beautiful eyes, I know without a single shred of doubt that this woman is it for me. There is no one else. There never will be anyone else. If I had my way right now, I’d go back and delete every other woman I’ve been with, because she is all I want, and right now, as I look deep into her eyes, I know she feels the same way.

“I love you,” I murmur against her lips, pressing a chaste kiss to the corner of her mouth as I pull out slowly, almost all the way, before sliding back in at an almost torturous pace.

“I love you,” Emily whispers, her head lolling back into the pillows. “Oh, my God, that feels so good.”

Ducking down, I kiss her neck, dragging my tongue over her pulse point, sucking it gently. With lazy thrusts, I continue fucking her, hitting her deeper each time.

“Yes, baby, right there.” She moans, biting down on her bottom lip to muffle her sounds.

Fuck , when she calls me baby… I hitch her leg up a little hi gher, squeezing my glutes and driving up and into her, so hard, so deep, still so slow, it’s both agony and ecstasy.

“You’re going to come,” I whisper. I can see it in the way her chest heaves, the way her breath hitches, in the way that pretty pink flush climbs up her neck and onto her cheeks.

Emily nods, teeth digging into her bottom lip almost painfully hard, and I shift my hips so my pelvis grinds against her clit with every thrust of my cock. Holding her knee up, I fuck her hard, relentless, feeling her cunt clench around me in that telltale sign that she’s right there.

“Ohmygod, Dallas,” she squeaks, her thighs quaking.

I slam my mouth against hers, swallowing her cries as I pin her, my cock so deep. She comes around me, falling apart in the best possible way, her whole body shuddering as I take everything. And when she’s done, I don’t give her time to catch her breath, instead lifting up onto my knees, dragging her down the bed and pushing both her legs up and apart, holding her open so wide and driving straight back into her.

“Oh fuck, I’m still coming!” She gasps, hiccupping a breath, mouth gaping as she stares up at me, coming silently, her body convulsing as her release seeps out around my cock and all over the sheets.

“Quiet, Goldie,” I shush her with a cocky grin, my thrusts hard, deep, but fast this time because I’m so close. I pull both her legs up, clamping them together and hugging her calves to my chest, the angle and the tightness sending my own movements frantic and jerky, the filthy sounds of our bodies slapping together seemingly amplified throughout the room.

“You… are… mine,” I whisper between every thrust. “All,” thrust , “fucking,” thrust , “mine,” thrust . “Say it, Goldie,” I utter. “Look me in my eyes and say it.”

“I’m yours!” she grits out, her face a kaleidoscope of pleasure, pain, desperation, and beauty.

“Good fucking girl,” I say on a whimper. “You’re such a good girl you’re going to make me come… again.” I growl, pumping in to her once, twice, three times before exploding violently, my orgasm tearing through me as I spill into the condom, deep inside her spasming cunt.

When I can’t take any more, I release Emily’s legs and collapse on top of her, careful not to squash her but barely able to keep myself upright. Emily wraps her arms around me, holding me tight, and we stay like that for what could be hours, days, minutes, or seconds for all I know, until my breathing evens out and my heart rate eases.

Pulling up onto my elbow, I look down at my girl, at how beautiful she looks, and I can’t help but grin.

“What are you smirking at?” She quirks a brow. “Am I a hot mess?”

“You look even more beautiful when you’re thoroughly fucked, baby,” I murmur, pressing a whisper kiss to her lips.

Emily’s face twists with a look of worry that’s both adorable and concerning.

“What is it?” I move my weight off her, careful I’m not hurting her.

“I think we’re going to have to wash these sheets,” she says with a nervous smile.

I chuckle, relaxing into her again and, pressing a kiss to the tip of her nose, I reassure her with the same words I will keep telling her over and over again: “I’ve got you, Goldie.”

I sit on the edge of the bed, staring down at the small, gift-wrapped box in my hands, nervously chewing on my bottom lip as I hear the faucet shut off in the bathroom. Less than a minute later, Emily walks out looking every bit the love of my life dressed in those black tights that show off her perfect legs, her white sneakers, and my New York Thunder team hoodie that hits her at mid-thigh and displays my number on the upper arm, screaming MINE. I bite down on my tongue. Calm down, Tex .

Emily pauses, looking at me, her eyes widening as she glances at the door. “Sorry, was I too long?”

I balk. “What? No, of course not.”

With a relieved sigh, she walks over to the dresser where her jewelry is, and she starts putting the little silver hoops in her earlobes, an adorable crease of concentration etched between her eyebrows as she looks at herself in the mirror.

I stand, holding the gift in the palm of my hand, walking up behind her. She meets my gaze in the mirror before turning and looking up at me with a curious smile, smoothing her hands down over my chest, over the ugly-ass knitted Christmas sweater each member of the Shaw family is forced to wear every Christmas. A tradition started by my gran when she was alive and knitted the dang things. Mine is now at least two sizes too small and has a big set of baubles on the front of it, but of course I still wear it every year, because I know it makes my momma happy.

“I got you a little something…” I say, my voice catching in the back of my throat. My God. Why am I so nervous? Oh, yeah, I know why. It’s because I’ve never had a girlfriend before and therefore have never given a meaningful gift to any girl but my mom on fucking Mother’s Day. I force myself to breathe.

“You did?” Emily’s gaze flits down to the small, blue box in my hand. She gasps, gaping up at me. “Dallas! Tiffany’s?”

I shrug a shoulder. “Yeah?”

She smiles, taking the box from me and studying it a moment, then when she looks up at me again, I see the sadness in her eyes, and it makes my heart hurt. “I didn’t get you anything…” Her shoulders fall on a small sigh.

I cup her cheek, dipping my chin and offering her my most cocky grin. “Baby, waking up to that blow job was more than a guy could ever ask for.”

She looks at me, deadpan, but I see the smile in her eyes.

“Open it,” I encourage her .

With another sigh, she bites back her smile and moves to sit on the edge of the bed. I crouch down in front of her, watching her gently pull the white ribbon, and she glances at me briefly before looking down at the box. With careful fingers, she opens it, and I watch her face.

“Oh my God…” Emily’s words are hushed as she stares down at the necklace, her finger tracing the delicate white gold, stopping at the charm. A tiny ribbon I had made, encrusted with pink diamonds.

“Do you like it?” I ask because I can’t quite tell. She isn’t smiling, just staring down at it, her face void of any and all emotion.

“Dallas, I—” Shaking her head, she looks at me, and I see a glimmer of unshed tears pooling in her eyes, and immediately I feel sick to my stomach.

“Oh, shit. I’m sorry, Goldie. I-I’m not great at choosing gifts. I just… I haven’t seen you wear a necklace before. And then when the lady at the store asked me if I wanted a charm, I immediately thought of?—”

“Dallas,” Emily interjects, a beautiful smile blooming across her face despite the tears in her eyes. “I love it.”

I quirk a brow. “You do?”

“Are you kidding,” she guffaws, pulling the necklace out of the box and allowing the charm to dangle in front of her. “It’s beautiful.” Her eyes dart to mine. “Will you put it on for me?”

I release the breath I’ve been holding and take it from her. She stands and walks back to the mirror, and I follow, looping the chain around her neck and carefully fixing the clasp. The charm sits at her chest, understated save for the occasional flicker of the diamonds catching the light.

“It looks pretty,” I whisper, leaning in close and pressing my lips to her temple.

She fingers the charm, those tears still glistening in her eyes, and she rests her head back against my chest. “This is the most thoughtful gift anyone has ever given to me, Dallas.” Turning, she reaches up and wraps her arms around my neck, staring into my eyes. “Thank you.”

I smile. “Merry Christmas, baby.”