Chapter 31 #2
Dallas draws back before pushing back in, still keeping his movements slow and steady.
Only this time, when he pushes himself back in, the feeling changes from pain to pleasure.
A fullness settles between my legs, and I release a long moan, muffled by some other inaudible words because I can’t think or see straight.
“Look, Poppy,” he says, forcing my eyes back open. His gaze is settled on the spot where we’re connected, so I follow it. “Look at how perfectly your pussy is taking me. Watch how my cock disappears inside of you. My god, it’s like you were made for me.”
I can’t answer.
The feeling is so intense; I feel like I might die right here. It’s a good kind of intense, though.
“How do you feel?”
“It feels so good,” I manage to get out. “So good.”
“Does it hurt anymore?”
I shake my head.
He sits up taller, resting both hands under my knees and pushing them up toward me. Then he looks down at where we’re connected, biting his bottom lip and driving his cock in and out of me.
“Dallas,” I moan his name, snapping him out of the trance he was in.
He leans forward, my legs on both sides of his stomach. The move only drives his cock deeper inside of me, forcing my lips to part. He captures all the air in my lungs when he crashes his lips to mine. Tongue swirling in my mouth, hips moving against me, and my hands clawing at his back.
He pulls back, hovering over my lips. “Now I’m going to fuck you properly, Poppy.”
He moves his body just enough that he’s able to hold himself up on his elbows, caging my head in between them. His fingers find their place tangled in my hair.
Dallas pulls his hips back and I feel the tip of his cock pull out of me just enough before he slams into me full hilt.
“Yes!” I scream.
Finding a steady rhythm, he moves in and out of me, doing exactly what he said he was going to do.
I know I’ve never done this before, but I can’t imagine it being any better than this.
My body is on fire, electrifying every inch of my skin.
His breathing is fast, but steady. The only noise is our breaths mingled together, and wet skin slapping against one another.
He doesn’t once take his eyes off me. He’s watching me with such intensity that it makes everything between my legs build that much more.
“I…don’t know how much longer I can last, Dallas. It feels so good. I feel so full.”
“I know. I can feel your pussy squeezing me, baby,” he says, barely able to get the words out from being so out of breath. “Come for me when you’re ready.”
“I’m ready,” I practically scream. “Dallas! Ahh.”
And my orgasm rocks me from the way he thrusts his hips into me, and the gruff tone of his voice. Everything about Dallas is enough to drive me to this point. I’m giving myself to him, and he’s protecting it—protecting me.
“I’m coming.”
“Yes”—thrust—“you”—thrust—“are,” he says, barely holding it together himself. The way his body tenses, I know he’s coming, too.
My arms wrap around his neck, pulling his head down to kiss me through it. I want his lips on mine, to breathe him in at this moment. I’m unable even to hold the kiss as I pant into his mouth.
“You’re mine,” he whispers into my lips, so low that I almost miss it. “God, I’m so ruined by you.”
“I think I like being ruined by you,” I reply.
He kisses me again, a silent confirmation as he stills inside of me. I feel the pulse of his cock between my legs, his chest rising and falling, but he doesn’t move. He just keeps kissing me as if I’m the oxygen he needs.
Little does he know, he’s been mine since the start.
When he finally pulls away, he lifts, slowly pulling out of me.
“Don’t move,” he says, leaping off the bed and exiting the room.
He emerges seconds later with a wet washcloth he found in my bathroom and places it between my legs.
“Your first time is going to make you sore. You may even see a little bit of blood, but it’s okay. ”
I just sit there and stare at his eyes, and the way he’s taking care of me. I thought I would be mildly embarrassed by an older, more experienced man taking this from me. I don’t feel an ounce of that.
I feel wanted.
I feel cared for.
“Thank you.”
He shakes his head. “You never have to thank me for taking care of you. I love doing it.”
I sit up and feel the soreness creep in between my legs. Settling on the edge of the bed, I take his hand in mine. “I like you taking care of me.”
“Good.” He looks from me to the door, pain written all over his face. “I fucking hate the idea of having to leave you tonight.” His hands grip his hair as if he’s frustrated with himself. “But I have Mitch and Ty back at the house, and I have to be there for Sage.”
I stand, cupping his face. “Dallas, I get it.”
He closes his eyes. “I don’t want you thinking otherwise, honey.”
“I won’t.”
“You promise?”
I nod.
We both move in silence as we get dressed. I wait for the negative thoughts to creep into my brain, the voice telling me that I won’t hear from him again. But they don’t come. They remain dormant and hushed, and I can’t help but smile at the thought.
Once he’s ready to go, he pulls me into him, wrapping his arms tightly around my body, holding me so tightly that a part of me wonders if he’s going to end up staying.
“Good night, honey,” he says against my hair, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.
I walk him to the front door, turning the front porch light on for him. Just as he steps down the last step onto the walkway, he turns around.
“I tossed the package that was delivered to my house somewhere on your couch. Don’t you dare open it without me.” He winks and turns around, walking across the grass to his house.
I fall asleep with a new soreness between my legs, and my mind consumed with thoughts of Dallas.