Chapter 17 #2
While he’s mesmerized and wets his lips with his tongue, I slide down his body and kneel in front of him, my hands on his thighs.
I lean closer so that only an inch separates my face from his erection.
Before he can protest, I lower my head and rub the gemstone of the plug over his briefs against his shaft.
Dallas grabs the back of my hair and pulls my head back, hissing. His nostrils flare out. “Naughty girl…”
I try to grin around the plug. Drool dribbles down my chin.
He pulls the plug out and sets it in the sink behind him without looking. “You are a very naughty temptation.” Now, both his hands are in my hair.
Living up to the adjective, I lean my entire body forward, grab his ass, and keep my eyes on his while I nuzzle his erection.
I don’t have the foggiest idea of what men like with regard to their cocks, so I’m winging it.
But I must not be too off-base because the low groan that escapes Dallas’s lips is primal.
“Arianna…” he growls.
I drag my nose up his length. I want to see it, touch it, scent it. “Please…”
His nostrils puff out as he draws in a deep breath before releasing my hair and, in one swift move, tugging his briefs down to his thighs.
I inhale sharply as his shaft bobs free, nearly slapping me in the face. It’s so long and thick. I’m momentarily stunned, and then I drag my nose up the length, fascinated by how smooth the skin is. Silky.
Precome leaks from the tip, and I flick my tongue over it as I grip his ass again.
Dallas wraps one hand around the back of my neck and the other around the base of his cock. “Only do what you’re comfortable with, Arianna,” he tells me.
I had no idea I’d be comfortable with any of this, but I am.
He makes me float off the floor more than once a day.
I want to do the same for him. I want to make him moan and whimper.
My arousal is dripping down my inner thighs at the thought of having this kind of power over him.
This dominant man is trembling before me.
Without hesitation, I open my mouth and draw him inside.
Dallas’s head tips back, and he groans loud enough to shake the room. His hand is still gripping my neck without pressuring me. He’s just holding on as if he might collapse if he lets go.
I lower my mouth slowly down his shaft, taking as much of him as I can until my gag reflex kicks in. I don’t think he wants me to vomit on him, so I ease off, but I go farther on the next pass as I grow accustomed to this new sensation.
His ass is fantastic. Firm beneath my fingers. I want to kiss him everywhere the way he does me, but for now, I won’t push my luck. I’m surprised he’s letting me suck him. Hell, I’m surprised he’s even letting me see him.
When I hollow out my cheeks and drag my mouth nearly to the tip, Dallas lowers his head. “Baby, I’ve been hard enough to come all day. I’m not going to last. In a second, I’m going to explode. If you don’t want to swallow it, you need to back off now.”
I double my efforts, sucking harder and deeper, telling him without words that I most definitely want to swallow his come. I want to do everything with this man. I may be inexperienced, but I’m willing to try. He brings out a side of me I never knew existed, and I like it.
Sure enough, moments later, his erection grows harder, and a second before he comes against my throat, his entire body stiffens. I have no idea how much to expect, but I swallow every drop as it bursts out of him in long streams.
When he’s spent, he eases out of my mouth and cups my face. “Fuck, Arianna. That was…unexpected.”
I lick the corners of my mouth and grin. “Did I do it right?”
He growls. “Baby, you did it so fucking right.” He grabs my biceps and hauls me to my feet before bending down to swing me into his arms. Cradling me against his chest, he carries me into the bedroom, tugs the quilt down the bed, and deposits me in the center with a bounce.
I giggle and pull the covers up while he turns off the lights.
Soon, my man is next to me. We’re face to face. He strokes my cheek reverently. “You are precious.”
I smile and tip my face into his touch.
“We’re going to the city tomorrow.”
“Oh?”
“To get rings. Three of them.”
I giggle again. “Okay. You don’t want to surprise me?”
He threads his fingers in my curls. “I would if it didn’t mean spending the day without you. That’s not going to fly. I want you with me. So, we’ll go together. Pick out what you want. Have lunch somewhere. We’ll get married on Saturday.”
I gasp. “Saturday? That’s in three days.”
“Yep. If you want a special dress, we’ll get that tomorrow, too.”
I push to sitting. “Dallas, we can’t get married in three days.” I know I’m wrong, though. We can, and I have no doubt we will. Both of his cousins got married this fast in the past month. I shouldn’t be surprised.
“Sure we can. Tiago and Reagan get home on Saturday morning. We’ll get married in the afternoon so they can be here.”
I stare down at him in the faint light coming through the window. “You’re serious.”
“Very.” He reaches up and strokes a finger down my breast, circling my nipple.
I arch into his touch.
“When is your period due?” he whispers.
My breath hitches. “I just had it last week.”
A slow smile spreads across his face. “So, you’ll be fertile on Saturday. Perfect.”
A shudder wracks my body. “Or we could use condoms for a while.”
He shakes his head and grabs me around the waist, tugging hard, so I roll onto my back. “Nope.” His knee comes between my thighs, and he rubs against my pussy. “I’m going to fill you up and put that plug in your cunt so my come can’t leak out of you.”
I gasp. My breasts grow heavy at the suggestion. “Dallas…” My fingers tremble as I drag them up his arm.
He lowers his face to my neck and nuzzles behind my ear. “The idea of being filled with my come makes you so fucking horny that you’re shaking.”
He’s right. Darn him.
He nibbles on my earlobe. “While we’re in the city tomorrow, I’ll book us a hotel room for the weekend. We’ll go there after the ceremony. That way, we can fuck all night and not worry about my brother and cousins harassing us in the morning.”
I like that idea.
He continues to murmur against my ear. “I’m going to fill your sweet cunt over and over and make you stay on your back for thirty-six hours. There’s no way your body will be able to reject my sperm. I’ll have you knocked up before we check out of the room.”
I shudder yet again. Goosebumps rise on my skin. How did I go from being alone in my apartment night after night to sleeping with this giant bossy man to marrying him and getting pregnant in less than two weeks?
It’s got to be in the water. I feel sorry for Brody and any other man who comes to this estate.
I’m still stroking Dallas’s arm several minutes later when I ask, “Are there any female grandchildren in the Wilde family?”
“Yep. A few. Brody and I have a sister who’s twenty-two.”
I jerk my face toward him. “How did I not know that?”
He shrugs. “I guess it never came up.”
“She’s younger than me.”
“Yep. My parents divorced, and my father remarried years later. He had a daughter with his second, much younger, wife.”
“What’s her name?”
“Emilia.” He suddenly groans.
“What’s wrong?”
“She’ll want to come to the wedding. I need to call her.”
I realize I know very little about the man I’m marrying in three days. “Do you have any other siblings?”
“No. Just Brody and Emilia. Brody and I were grown and out of the house before Emilia was born, but we stay in touch. More than she’d like.” He chuckles.
“Let me guess, you’re overprotective brothers.”
“Don’t you know it.”
“And your parents?”
“My mother passed a few years ago from cancer.”
“I’m sorry.”
“My father and his wife are in Europe somewhere. I doubt they would be bothered to come to the States for something as trivial as their son’s wedding.”
My breath hitches. “I’m sorry,” I repeat.
He shrugs. “It’s okay. Brody and I are used to it. We’ve been keeping track of Emilia since she turned eighteen. That’s when my father and his wife decided to start enjoying his retirement all over the globe.”
“Where’s Emilia now?”
“In Dallas. She just finished college.”
I snuggle into my man. At least I know a bit more about him. I couldn’t ask him questions about his family before he found out about mine. If I had, he would have asked me the same questions, and I wasn’t prepared to answer them yet. It wouldn’t have been fair.
I close my eyes and take several deep breaths.
I’m getting married on Saturday.
Madness.