Chapter 24
“Dallas. Dallas.” It takes a while for the waves to calm and for my awareness to float back down to something resembling earth.
He takes his time, licking my clit lazily, easing me into another deep ripple of bliss. Then he kisses his way up my body, sucking on my nipples until I think I might come again. He lays himself onto me. He kisses my mouth.
I weave my fingers through his hair, grabbing handfuls of the thick silk of it. I need him. I need to hold onto him.
“You’re okay,” I hear him murmur. “I’m here. I’ll take care of you.”
As a stranger, Dallas Wilder might be described as the strong, silent type. Aloof and untouchable. But here, he’s both rough and insistent—and kind. He is taking care of me. Against all odds, I feel safe with him. Safer than I ever have, if I’m being honest.
I allow his words to soothe me in this moment, blocking all expectations beyond it. It’s enough, anyway. If I never hear the words again, it was enough to hear them now.
No one’s ever said them to me before Dallas Wilder and I love them.
The hard feel of his big body and the press of the massive ridge inside his jeans against my still-fluttering pussy galvanizes me.
Sealed away in this luxurious cocoon with this hunky dream man who can do the craziest things to my body …
it allows me to let go. To feel. I couldn’t hold back my wild side if I tried.
He’s lit a fire in me and all I want to do is feel more of him.
To give myself to him, like a gift. Because Dallas Wilder is a gift, of the highest order, and one I never saw coming.
It’s like the universe stepped in and said, girl, you’ve been through the ringer and survived it, so we’re presenting you with a reward: an entire weekend with a well-hung, extremely-good-at-this sex god who’s going to cash in your V-card and make you feel like the world is wide open.
He’s going to be the best experience you’ve ever had, and for one weekend, he’s going to set you free.
But it doesn’t seem fair that I’m naked, still rippling with the lingering pleasure he gave me, and he’s fully clothed, his hair messed up, his brute strength and his burly weight holding me down, looking more gorgeous and hot than I know how to handle.
I unbutton the top button of his shirt and end up pulling a couple of buttons off with my quiet frenzy of need. “Take this off.”
His dark eyes spangle and I can see that he loves my desperation. “Easy, sweet. I told you, I’m going to give you everything you need.” He pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it aside.
“Whoa,” I whisper. Slowly, I reach for him, running my hands over the hair-dusted planes of his muscular, inked chest. His body is unreal, his muscles ridiculously sculpted.
God, I freaking love how masculine he is, like a big male animal.
I’ve never thought much about my own femininity before, but I feel it now.
I want to use it, to tempt him and to please him.
I run my hands over his hard body, practically panting because my cravings are on overdrive.
“You ready for more, Amelie Thibodeaux?”
“Dallas. I need …”
“I know what you need.” Dallas undoes his belt buckle and unzips his jeans, kicking them off.
Holy Mother. He’s freaking enormous.
As much as the sight of his giant manhood shocks me, it also makes my mouth water. He’s massively engorged and hot-looking, dusky and … leaking.
Help.
“Don’t be scared of me. It’s going to feel good. Better than anything ever has.”
Even though I crave him like a drug, I can’t help but be daunted by what he’s about to do …
with this. I curl my fingers around his huge length, easing my palm along his shaft, mesmerized by the hard textures of him and the throbbing thickness.
A gush of moisture seeps. Fascinated, I swirl it. Dallas sucks in a low breath.
He’s crouched over me and he lowers his weight until the base of his thick cock is pressed against my wet, pulsing pussy. As Dallas kisses me again, my body acts independently of my brain. My hand holds him there and I squirm against him.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Amelie.” The husky desire in his deep voice is the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. “You want me to make you come again, don’t you, baby?”
Yes. Yes. “Dallas?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m on the pill.”
“Yeah?” Maybe I’m imagining it, but I get the feeling that, deep down, he doesn’t like this. He’s wondering why I would be.
“Sadie made me go to the clinic with her. It was a couple of weeks ago. You know … because we’re going to New York and supposedly starting ‘a new chapter of adventure and abandon,’ she called it.
And the free clinic is closing down so she said it was now or never.
They said it was effective within two to seven days.
I know it’s been at least eight or nine days. So … it’s safe.”
“Safe,” he repeats. His eyes are darker than I’ve ever seen them, as though he’s on the brink of losing all control.
He eases my legs wider, using my hand to position his gigantic cock so the head of it rubs against my clit.
“There’s not a damn thing about you that’s safe, Amelie Thibodeaux, but I guess that’s a good thing, if you don’t want me knocking you up yet. ”
Yet. “I don’t—oh-h-h god.” I don’t know exactly what he means by that, but Dallas’s thick cock pushes barely inside me and all I can do is moan. I’m shamelessly wet, and the broad head of his cock eases into the tightness.
He pushes deeper, and the stretching friction rubs against a deep trigger of agony-ecstasy that makes me cry out. The pain is sparked with so much needy pleasure I’m already at a tipping point.
“Dallas,” I gasp.
“Look at you, taking me like a good girl. How can anyone be so perfect? You’re my fucking dream girl. Are you going to come for me if I give you more?”
He already knows I am. He’s completely in control, his thumb skating over my clit, teasing it as he forces me to take more of him.
He plays the circling rhythm as his big cock pushes deeper, rubbing against some insanely sensitive sweet-spot inside me.
The wave rises fast and uncontrollably, overflowing in a wild rush, shattering me with rapturous bursts of such intense pleasure they change the alchemy of my soul with each beat.
I love him.
I want him.
I need him.
I can’t even question the tumble of emotions that surge in rhythmic sync with the physical bliss of him, the pleasure is simply too good.
My inner muscles squeeze tightly around him, my orgasm pulling him deeper, like a succulent, alluring invitation.
He thrusts into each spasm, spinning the ecstasy higher.
I can feel every ridged vein and every throbbing pulse of him as he fucks me with so much dark, desperate joy, it changes us both. I can feel that this is the most pleasure he’s ever felt. I can hear it in his breathing and his low oaths.
We clicked when we met in the bar in a way that felt unexplainable. We click when we’re having sex in a soul-altering connect. Even though I’ve never done this before, he feels disconcertingly like the one. He’s fully, deeply inside me and I love him there, almost more than I can bear.
My inner muscles work his big cock lovingly until he growls like he’s riding the exact same wave of agony-ecstasy I am. Hot throbs of his cum force another wash of pleasure and I come again, spiraling into an orbit of compounded bliss that completely undoes me.
The waves are long and lush, milking him over and over as he pumps his hot seed deep inside me.
We’re both breathing hard as our slick, secret bond pulses and spills. I’m full and literally overflowing with his beauty, that’s how it feels.
After a while, the ripples begin to ease. A weary contentedness floods me with a calming euphoria.
“Dallas Wilder,” I whisper, kissing his face.
“Amelie Thibodeaux, you’re an angel and I’m keeping you.”
I’m used to his pronouncements by now and in this sacred, life-changing moment, I let them settle into me and comfort me like warm little truths.
I shut my mind to the old familiar life lessons that have taught me to never trust warm little truths.
Because they’re almost always lies dressed up as hope.
Either way, I’ve never spoken truer words that these: “I’m glad I waited for you. ”
“You’re mine, Boo,” he murmurs, smoothing my hair and kissing my mouth. “You were always meant to be mine.”