Chapter 20 Dallas
CHAPTER TWENTY
Dallas
“I want you to fuck me. I want your cock inside me. I need you inside me.”
Madi’s eyes burned with need. Her pussy was soaked and waiting for me to fill it again.
“That’s what I want more than anything.”
My cock was killing me. I was desperately trying to take my time, but it was just leaving us both frustrated and needy. But I’d needed to hear her say she wanted me to fuck her.
I needed her submission.
Ragged begs parted her lips. “Please fuck me. Please.”
I couldn't take it anymore. I gripped her leg as I lined my cock up, thrusting forward. Her voice rang through the bedroom as she took every single inch, her eyes always locked on mine. Never leaving me. Tethering me to this world.
Pleasure pumped through my veins as I dragged my hips back, thrusting forward again.
And again. Her walls constricted around me, enveloping me in her slick, glistening heat.
All of my restraint snapped and I set a brutal pace, our bodies slapping together.
Her breasts bounced with each motion, her nipples taut.
I couldn't get enough of her. I’d come so many times this week just thinking about having her beneath me, but I didn’t do her justice. She was fucking perfect.
Her text message sent me over the edge. Knowing she was thinking about me while wet and pink in the tub snapped my patience. Fuck work, fuck all my responsibilities—I couldn't wait until tonight to be inside her. I wasn’t sure I’d ever left my house so quickly in my entire life.
I didn’t even remember the drive over. One moment I’d been in my bed, my cock hardening the second she sent that photo. The next I was at her door.
Willing to beg to let me touch her. She was turning me into a desperate man.
I leaned forward, letting her leg fall to wrap around my waist, my hand planting in the blankets above her head. Pleasure rippled down my spine, and I squeezed my eyes shut, clinging to my control so I didn’t come immediately.
Madi scraped her nails over my shoulders again. The pain bit my pleasure, drawing a growl from me. I knew that was going to leave a mark, and I loved it. I loved knowing I would wake up tomorrow with something she’s given me.
“Dallas,” she moaned. “You feel so good.”
I cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples. The primal part of my brain begged me to bite them. To leave marks the way she was leaving them with her nails.
She arched up in response, bringing my mouth crashing down. I groaned as I wrapped my lips around her nipple and sucked.
“Bite,” she gasped. “I like the pain. Bite them.”
Fuck. My cock was already harder than steel, but hearing her say that sent my blood roaring. I sucked, my throat working for a few seconds before my teeth clenched around the tight little bud.
Madi cried out as I bit her, her pussy tightening around me like a velvet fist.
“You make the prettiest fucking sounds while my cock is in you,” I growled.
“More. I want you to keep biting me.”
Having her in my arms was a gift. An absolute gift. Her hips moved, chasing the pleasure as I bit her other nipple, alternating between them, sucking and biting until both her breasts were red and her nipples were puffy.
Fuck. I knew exactly what I wanted. I growled as I suddenly pulled out of her.
“Dallas—”
I flipped her over with ease and put her on her knees. She sucked in a breath as I gripped her ass and lined my cock up with her pussy, driving into her again. I slid my arm beneath her ribs, pinning her in place as I fucked her.
“Holy fuck. Fuck.” Her voice was muffled against the blankets. “I’m drooling.”
God, that did a lot for my ego. My eyes closed as I railed her into the mattress, wondering just how long this bed frame would last us. She met every thrust, pushing her ass back with a moan or whimper on every motion, her fingers gripping the blankets.
Her dark hair splayed out. I gathered it up in my fist and tugged.
“Yes,” she gasped. “Fuck yes. Please.”
My thrusts faltered. That response to me grabbing her hair nearly made me come. I paused for a few seconds, holding my breath as I battled the pleasure threatening to send me over the edge.
It didn’t matter that I’d stopped, though. She kept moving, sliding back and forth on my cock, using me like a toy. My eyes burned into her, memorizing every curve and line of her body as she kept going. Her face turned to the side, her lips parted, cheeks flushed.
“Please come in my mouth,” she moaned. “When you’re ready. I want to taste you.”
Fuck me. I tightened my grip on her hair and pulled. Her head arched back as I started thrusting again, her hair knotted in my fingers.
“You feel so fucking good. I swear you were made for this cock.”
“I was.” She whimpered. “I was made for your cock.”
There was nothing sweeter than this sort of submission. All our thoughts were turned off, and I only felt the all-consuming need to have her. To fuck her.
“Breed me. Please.”
Breed her? My jaw slackened, my brain short circuiting. For a split second, all I could think was I needed negotiations for what I wanted to do. I needed to check in with her. I needed to do this the right way, the safe way, but—
I leaned in and growled in her ear, slowing my thrusts into deep strokes.
“Breed you?” I rasped, my voice deep. Dark. Primal.
“Ye-yes.” Her pussy milked my cock, pulsing as she whined. “Breed me. I’m all yours. Use me. Take me.”
Every word was punctuated with submission. She wasn’t telling me what to do, she was begging for it. Pleading for my cock to give her every drop.
“I love hearing you beg,” I said against her ear.
I continued to keep my voice low as I talked her through it.
“Every thrust is heaven. You’re perfect.
Absolutely fucking perfect. You’re taking this cock so well and you’ve earned every drop.
And you’re going to swallow every drop for me, aren’t you? ”
She shuddered suddenly, her pussy squeezing me. My eyes widened as I realized she was coming again.
“Fuck, look at you. Coming around my cock like a good girl. You were made for it.”
“I was made for it,” she moaned, shivering again. “Fuck.”
“That’s right, baby. I love feeling you shake beneath me.”
I was about to burst. I didn’t stop though, keeping the same rhythm until her body relaxed, her breaths ragged.
“Turn over on your back and open that pretty mouth for me.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Jesus. I pulled out of her and ripped the condom off as she flipped onto her back. I stroked myself as I moved up the bed, straddling her chest. My cock pushed between her breasts, the head plopping against her waiting mouth.
She stuck her pink tongue out, her eyes meeting mine again.
And goddamn it. It was the eye contact that sent me over the edge.
It was looking into Madi’s sweet brown eyes and seeing the submission there that made cum shoot from my cock, coating her perfect lips and perfect tongue and perfect face.
I wasn’t sure I’d ever come so much in my life.
Her lashes fluttered as she waited until I finished and then she swallowed, licking her lips.
I went still. I felt like I was floating. My head spun as I sank to the side, collapsing on the bed next to her. I kissed her hard on the mouth, enjoying her surprised jerk.
“I can’t believe you kissed me just now,” she said. “I just swallowed your cum.”
“And?” I kissed her again. “I like the taste of my cum on your lips, princess.”
She giggled as I peppered kisses on her face, then got up and grabbed us a towel from the bathroom. I spent a couple minutes cleaning us both up before snuggling back in next to her.
“That was even better than I thought it’d be,” she whispered.
“It was. And I’ve been thinking about it a lot.”
“Me too.”
I draped my arm over her hip and pressed my face against the curve of her neck, breathing in her sweet scent. We were still breathing hard, our legs intertwined.
All my life, I’d wanted to find someone. Maybe books and movies were to blame for selling me on the possibility of a great love story, but I believed they could happen. I knew they could happen.
Why not?
I traced lazy circles with my fingertips on her hip. A sense of dread hit me. I didn’t even know how much longer I had with her. “How long are you here for?” I whispered.
Madi cleared her throat. “About four more weeks.”
Four weeks.
Four weeks was just long enough for me to get to know her. To learn things like her favorite color and food and how she liked her back rubbed and if she wanted to wake up with my mouth between her thighs.
It was just enough time for me to feel hopeful that we’d have something more.
My brother’s warning about getting my heart broken came roaring back.
And he was right.
Madi would break my heart.
But I’d take the pain if it meant I had this just for a while. She deserved to be cherished. She deserved to have someone in her life that wanted to spoil her. To romance her.
“I want to spoil you,” I murmured. “Let me. For the next few weeks, be mine. Please.”
Madi sucked in a breath. “You don’t have to—”
“I want to. I really, really want to.”
She turned over and nestled her face against my chest. I tightened my hold on her, kissing the top of her head gently. Please say yes, I thought to myself.
I felt her lips form a smirk. “Trying to get me to stay?”
“Trying to show you how you deserve to be cared for.”
She swallowed hard. “Okay. Do your worst.”
I chuckled and planted one more kiss on her forehead. “I promise I will.”