Chapter fifteen Dallas #5
Gently, I move my finger in slow circles over her clit, holding her to my chest with my other hand as I watch her breasts rise and fall with each of her labored breaths. “You can and you will until I say it’s time.”
My finger dips lower, testing her wetness and moving it around, exploring her pussy that I can’t wait to get another taste of later. And when I slide my finger inside of her, she lets out a moan that’s fucking music to my ears.
I don’t know how I was thinking I could stay away from this woman. She waltzed into my town with a suit of armor on, but in the past six weeks, I’ve realized she’s delicate, vibrant, hilarious, and so fucking sexy—even sexier when she’s about to come.
I move my hand back to her clit, circling her nub with two fingers now, building her up higher and higher. Her nails dig into my forearms as she braces herself for her release.
“Come for me, Willow. Drench my hand.”
“Dallas!” she cries, pushing back against me, riding my hand while her orgasm takes over her body. Pleasure consumes her, pushing us closer together as her body writhes and tightens through her release. And when she’s spent, she relaxes while I pepper her neck and cheeks with kisses.
“Good girl.”
She heaves out a breath. “The way you touch me…”
“I know what you need, sweetheart.” She nods against my shoulder, pressing a kiss to my jaw. “You’ve just got to trust me to give it to you.”
She spins in my arms, facing me now, and runs her hands up my thighs. “I do, but now…I want to return the favor.”
When she drops to her knees in front of me, I nearly choke—not because I don’t know what to say, but because the sight of her there, looking up at me, trusting me, being in this moment with me—it has far more of an impact on me than I expected.
Her hands dig under the elastic band of my briefs, pulling them down as I lift up from the mattress to help her. When I kick them off, her eyes focus on my cock bobbing up and down, hard as steel, precum leaking from the tip.
“Willow…”
She locks her eyes on mine as she lowers her head, opens her mouth, and takes me down her throat in one smooth movement that nearly steals the breath from my lungs.
Tilting my head back, I groan. “Fuck.”
She hums in agreement, and then begins to suck me in and out of those perfect lips, her red lipstick smearing all over my cock.
I think red just became my new favorite color.
“Jesus, baby. Slow down.”
She shakes her head, wraps both hands around my length, and twists them in opposite directions slowly while she sucks on the head.
I’m seeing fucking stars, aren’t I?
My head grows dizzy, I feel that tingle at the base of my spine, and if I don’t stop her soon, I’m gonna blow my load before we get to the main event. Stamina has never been a weakness of mine, but Willow is quickly testing that, and that means all of my preconceived strengths are quickly changing.
No matter how incredible Willow’s mouth feels, though, I know without a shadow of a doubt that her pussy will be my undoing, so I reluctantly pull my dick from her mouth and watch her bite her bottom lip coyly as she stares up at me. “Why’d you stop me?”
“Because I was about to come down your throat. And I want to be balls deep in your pussy when that happens.” I reach out and wipe her red lipstick from her face even though most of it is gone now and help her up from the floor.
I go to help her lie on her back, but she bends down to my jeans, takes my wallet from the pocket, and tosses it at me before I can.
“I assume you need this then?”
“I do.” Taking the condom out, I toss my wallet back to the floor and then tear open the foil, covering myself as I lean back and Willow begins to crawl over me. “Fine, you can be on top first, Goose. Don’t matter to me. I’ll still own you.”
“I’m counting on it.”
I position myself at her entrance and watch as she slowly sheathes me with her warmth, clenching my dick like a velvet glove, and taking me to heaven in a matter of seconds.
She looks down between her legs as she keeps working me in deeper.
“Go slow, baby. There’s no rush.” I grip her hips, helping her move. “Adjust to me. Let me in.”
When she finally takes me in all the way, she stares down at me, her blonde hair hanging around her face like a curtain. “Dallas…”
“Fuck, baby. You feel so fucking good, so tight and hot,” I say as Willow lifts her hips and I thrust up into her, setting a pace as we begin to rock against each other.
I squeeze her waist, using her hips to help guide her as she moves up and down my cock, our heavy breathing filling the room.
“That’s it, baby. Use me.” I bury my hands in her hair and pull her lips to mine as she speeds up, grinding her pelvis against mine, the sound of our skin slapping in the background, our words hitting my ears like the perfect soundtrack.
“Dallas…oh God…”
“Keep riding me, baby.”
“It feels so good.”
“Hell yeah, it does. Fuck…”
“Shit. Right there…”
“Are you gonna come, Willow?”
“Yes,” she moans as she falls apart, clenching my dick so hard that I struggle not to follow her over the edge. But I keep my composure, letting her ride out her release until she takes a moment to compose herself and collapses onto my chest.
“God damn it, you’re so fucking sexy when you come. Hell, I need to taste you.” I roll us over, slip out of her, and then drop my head down to her pussy to lap up her release.
“Fuck. Dallas, I can’t.” She tries to shove me away, but I pin her hands down on her stomach.
“Yes, you can because this wetness right here? It was my cock that made this happen,” I mumble against her flesh, feeling like a man possessed.
And I am.
I’ve fallen under Willow Marshall’s spell, and I don’t care what the consequences are.
I’ve never felt like this about someone before.
And it’s not just the sex, even though that is fucking blowing my mind to a monumental degree.
It’s her quick wit, her beauty, the hurt in her eyes that’s lurking beneath the surface.
It’s her headstrong stubbornness, her independence, but also her ability to let me take control when I know she wants to fight me on it.
I feel like she’s the part of my life that I’ve been missing.
But is it too soon to know that? Or even think it?
And I wonder if she feels it too.
As I lap at her clit, I release her hands and watch as she reaches up to pinch her nipples, sighing and moaning every time my tongue flicks her sensitive nub.
My body reminds me to focus on the task at hand, worrying about feelings and conversations that need to happen later, so I dive back into making this woman feel incredible and making sure she knows she’s doing the same for me.
“Fuck, I could eat this pussy every day.”
“I might just let you,” she teases as I push back up on my knees, line my cock up to her core, and slide home.
I take one of her legs, drape it over my shoulder, and then lean forward to change the angle as I thrust, folding over her so I can meet her lips with my mouth. “Your cum is addictive, Willow. And you take me so fucking well, like your pussy needs my cock.”
“More, Dallas.” She cups my face and kisses me, moaning in approval and nodding each time I thrust—I’m trying to get as deep inside this woman as I can.
“Do you feel this?” I reach down and drag my hand between her breasts, feeling her heart hammer beneath my fingers, and then take her hand and place it on my chest in the same spot. “Do you feel what you do to me?”
“I do.” She throws her head back. “God, keep fucking me. Please, please, please!”
“Shit, you’re gonna make me come,” I grate out, grabbing her hips for leverage now, afraid I can’t hold back much longer, speeding up my thrusts as her words spur me on.
“Yes, please.”
“Fuck. I love hearing you say please.”
As I hover over her, pounding her pussy harder and deeper, she lines her lips up to my ear and whispers, “Please come inside me and fill me up.”
And that’s when I lose it.
I come on a groan that bounces off the walls, stilling inside of her as my dick fills up the condom, feeling like my soul has left my body.
I grip her hips so hard I’m sure to leave bruises, but my orgasm keeps going, powerful and intense.
And then I collapse on the woman who officially just ruined me for all others when the last drop has left my body.
Willow drags her nails up and down my back. “Dallas…”
Breathing heavily, I manage to croak out, “Yeah, baby?”
“Who knew manners were your kink?”
I lose it, laughing out loud as I roll off her, watching her come apart as well, clutching her hands to her chest.
“I sure as fuck didn’t.”
She turns her face to me and says, “I don’t know why that was so hot, but it just spurred you on.”
My hand meets her cheek, and I say, “It wasn’t just the words, Willow. It was you.”