Aroused more than I’ve ever been, I turn, facing away from him, eyeing his massive bed with a grin before crawling over it. I don’t feel exposed. I feel sexy, wanted. And that’s all before I look over my shoulder at him. He tugs his boxers down, his big, hard cock springing free. I pull my bottom lip between my teeth, suppressing a gasp.
Our eyes lock as he strokes himself. I whimper, wanting him inside me. Unsure if I can take it all at once, especially starting with this position. Butfuckif my pussy isn’t throbbing for the challenge right now.
Pulling on a condom from his drawer, he sheathes himself and I turn my face, ready for him. His hands grip my thighs and I can practically feel his cock inside me. I’m dripping for it.
I gasp when his tongue plunges into me instead, fucking me with an impressive length of its own. With a closed mouth, I cry out, practically in tears as he sucks, licks, and fucks me with his mouth. In seconds, I’m shattering, coming so hard I drop my head into his pillow and scream.
I feel his weight on the bed as I come down, his arms wrapping around me and turning me onto my back. He brushes his thumb across my flushed cheek. “You good?”
I release a breath, grinning lazily. “You tricked me.”
“Needed you to come first.” He runs a hand around my breast and down my side then slowly between my legs. I jerk, still sensitive and still so needy for him. I can feel his cock—long, hard, poking against my skin.
I arch into him in a silent plea as he strokes me. “Dallas,” I moan.
“Almost there.” His breath is warm and soft against my skin. “Caught you eyeing me. You’re not sure if you can take it all.”
I dig my fingers into his hair. “I can.”
“I know you can.” He rubs slow circles. “And you will.” His voice is firm yet tender, making me wetter, hotter. “Making sure it’s easy on you.”
I relax in his arms, tilting my head to kiss him. Deep, raw, the kind of kiss that doesn’t screamfuck me. It screamsI’ve fallen for you. I trust you.And as long as I’m in his arms, I’mgood.
I hardly notice when Dallas stops working me. All I feel is the slow flex of his muscles when he pushes inside me. One. Long. Thrust.
I suck in a breath against his lips. Trembling because it feels so good. He’s big, filling me completely. He doesn’t ease in, he doesn’t wait for me to adjust. There’s zero resistance and I’m not even sure how that’s possible. But he pumps, in and out, eyes locked on mine like he’s reading every thought.
“There you go,” he encourages. “Spread wider for me,” he asks, but I barely move, he does it for me with the gentle encouragement of his knee.
I whimper, feeling the friction intensify as he rubs against me and I meet him thrust for thrust with my hips.
“You are the sexiest thing, Sunset,” he murmurs.
My stomach coils with heat and my heart swells.
“So damn sexy, it hurts.” His voice strains, he squeezes his eyes shut briefly before locking them with mine again.
I’m close. So close. Trembling with the need to come and the need to savor this. I palm his face. “It’s so good,” I whimper.
He holds my gaze. “I know.” It’s all he says, raspy and conflicted.
For a moment I feel like I might be losing him, but then he says, “You’re going to be my wife.” His pumps turn slow and hard.
“Yes.”
He snaps his hips and I moan. “You and me.”
“Yes, yes.”
Thrust. “Against them all.”
I gasp, trembling in his arms as another orgasm hits.
“For better or worse,” he grunts as he thrusts one more time, shuddering through his release.
“God, yes.” I detonate, coming hard, convulsing around his cock as he covers my mouth with his, swallowing my cry.
We’re both panting hard as he eases out of me. Midnight-blue eyes roam over my face, saying so much and nothing at all. “Don’t move, Sunset.” He eases off the bed and slips into the bathroom.
