I shake my head in slow motion. “I can’t believe you. Are you using me for my dick, Shelby Sweet?”
Shelby tightens her core muscles, and waves of pleasure course through my body in response. “You just now catching on?”
It’s painful. The realization, that is. The sex is fucking amazing. But realizing Shelby’s not on the same page? Not in love with me like I am with her? Fucking guts me, man.
I gaze down at this woman I love and make a quick decision. “How do you want it, Sweetness?”
She keens as I pull all the way out, little moans of frustration that ease the sting of how much she’s rushing this. “I want it hard and fast, Dallas.”
Then that’s what my woman will get.
I reach down and take her leg in my hand, bending her knee up to her chest and then flipping her over onto her stomach. She shrieks, but it’s muffled by the quilt. I grab her hips and roughly pull her up onto her knees. I don’t give her a second to catch her breath, I just plunge right back inside her velvety heat, one hard stroke after another.
The sound of flesh slapping is quickly drowned out by our collective moans and groans. Goddamn, this is a sight, her luscious ass finally in my hands as I plunge in and out of her body. My fingertips must be leaving marks, but I can’t seem to ease up. If she’s not sore tomorrow morning, I haven’t done my job, because what my woman wants, my woman gets.
Leaning over her, my thrusts shorten, but now I can reach her breasts as they sway with each slide home. I zero in on a nipple and tweak it. Hard. Shelby tosses her hair, back arched, and something about the animalistic gesture makes my balls tighten too quickly. I don’t want this to be over, but I don’t think I’m going to have much choice soon.
“Yes, yes!” Shelby’s chanting.
I think I can get her just a little bit louder. I let go of her nipple and find my way between her legs. Her clit is already swollen, just begging for extra attention. So, I give it, not one ounce of me holding back any longer.
She screams my name, and then I feel it. The quake in her legs, the sweat dotting her lower back, and the telltale quivering of her pussy. She clenches around me, and I keep thrusting to get as far inside of her as I can. I strum my fingers across her clit in a faster rhythm to get every last shudder out of her.
And then I let myself go.
My eyes squeeze shut, and time slows down. I fly off the edge of the cliff and release everything I have. Pleasure shoots off bottle rockets in my head, my whole body locking up with an orgasm for the record books. I push impossibly deeper, needing to make my mark on her body. Needing to touch a place inside of her no one else can.
And then Shelby’s arms give out, and we drop to the mattress, a sweaty heap of limbs and heaving lungs, trying to recover. I should probably move off of her, but I don’t think I can. Too hard. Maybe tomorrow.
I realize moments—minutes? hours?—later that Shelby’s breathing has tapered off to something that sounds a lot like she’s sleeping. I roll off of her and then push her onto her back. She opens sleep-filled eyes above a dreamy smile.
I grin right back, already re-energized just looking at her. “Oh, you didn’t think you were going to sleep tonight, did you, Sweetness?”
Chapter
Seventeen
HELD TOGETHER BY HAIRSPRAY AND A PRAYER
Shelby
The first question I ask myself when I crack my eyes open ishow bad would it be to call off work for an exhausted cooch?My second ishow long is it advisable to wait before jumping Dallas again?
Maybe Dallas knows. I’m pretty sure he’s awake since his cock is twitching against my bare ass. In fact, that’s probably what woke me up.
“What time is it?” I ask, my voice little more than a croak as I test my limbs. Oh, ouch. What sex move gave me a cramp in my big toe? Every muscle is screaming at me.
“Six thirty.” His answer comes not from behind me but above, causing me to whip my head around and find him propped up on an elbow, staring down at me.
“Were you watching me sleep?”
“Turnabout is fair play after last night.”
I scrunch my nose. “I’m sure I have bedhead, and my makeup is smeared everywhere. I probably look like a raccoon.”
“Correction. You havesexhair. And you look like a sexy raccoon.”
I bury my face in my pillow, laughing at his nonsense. In no time flat, he swipes the pillow out from under me, pinning me on my back with the weight of his body. I’m trapped with no option to retreat as he looms over me.
