19. Char
CHAR
His smirk was absolutely devilish as it spanned his cheeks. “No one will be looking for me until morning, if you’re curious.”
Maybe I was tired. Yeah, we can blame it on being tired. I was tired and had no fucking clue what the hell I was doing. But, goddamn it, Dallas was sexy as hell. His muscles blanketed me. His warmth called to me. The instant I pulled out of his grasp, every cell in my body erupted in protest.
And his invitation was all my carnal desires required.
“Fuck it,” I whispered as I charged him.
I had to stand on my tiptoes to reach his face, but the instant I did, my lips crashed to his. I had no idea what in the hell to think, but I knew Dallas wasn’t lying. He was the first one of those idiots to give me any sort of straight answers, and it felt like a victory had been won.
Which meant it was time to celebrate.
“Fucking hell,” he growled as his tongue pierced my lips, “get over here.”
I grabbed his shirt and ripped it over his head.
I wanted to see his muscles. I wanted to feel them against my skin.
And I had to admit, hearing that him and those guys weren’t gonna take shit from some dumbass cartel was sexy as fuck.
Sure, I had questions about why in the hell the DEA didn’t want to acknowledge what was happening, especially if things had gotten that bad.
I couldn’t shake the feeling that the police had a reason for not wanting the DEA around.
Still, I didn’t care. Dallas’s lips were so greedy and soft. His tongue ran along the roof of my mouth, making me shiver as his fingertips made quick work of my jeans. The button came undone, the zipper slid down, and even I smelled the wanton lust rising from between my legs.
The curiosities I had were for another day.
In that moment, all I wanted was him.
“Oh, fuck,” I moaned down the back of his throat.
Before I knew it, Dallas picked me up and threw me over his shoulder.
I squealed as I looked over at the front door, mortified that the damned thing was still open.
I outstretched my fingertips as I felt my clothes falling from my legs.
A resounding smack settled against my ass cheek, and I groaned as the pain wafted through my body.
And when he had the lower half of my body completely naked, he pinned me to the nearest wall.
Him and his guys seemed to like that signature move.
“Oh,” I moaned softly.
He sucked my lower lip in between his teeth. “Your sounds are fucking gorgeous.”
His tongue traced down to my neck before he lapped at my pulse point. I ground against him, losing control of my body as he shoved his hand down his pants. I wanted to feel him. I wanted him to fill me up. I didn’t care what came of it in the morning. All I wanted was to enjoy something in life.
Just for a little bit.
“The—the door,” I said breathlessly.
He pulled my panties off to the side. “You wanted it open, right?”
“But—but we—we can’t just—oh, fuck.”
He stroked my pussy’s slit with his rock-hard cock and my head fell back against the wall.
Every vein in my body sizzled with delight.
He swirled the tip of his dick around my clit and my legs jumped around him.
My muscles twitched, pulling him closer as he paused the tip of his girth at my entrance.
“Look at me,” he commanded.
I locked my half-hooded gaze with his. “Dallas.”
He inched himself inside and held my stare. “Don’t you dare close those eyes.”
I forced them to stay open. “Oh, Dallas.”
He slid every inch painfully slowly inside of me. “Fucking Christ, Char. So tight for me.”
“Dallas, please,” I whimpered.
And when his hips bottomed out against mine, he slid that hand of his up to my swollen nub.
“Beg for it,” he growled.
I bucked against his hand. “Please. Just… move. Do something. Anything.”
He leaned in close and slid his nose against my collarbone. “Anything?”
He nipped at my skin and I jumped. “Anything. Just… I—I want?—.”
He whipped his gaze up to mine. “Yes. Yes. Be a good girl and tell me what you really want.”
My pussy clenched around his cock as his thumb tickled the tip of my clit.
I didn’t want to say it. It would tell too much.
It would be too much. He’d know my secret.
The pain in my heart as I laid down in bed at night.
He didn’t deserve that kind of truth. The kind of truth that could ruin me.
But, as he slowly swirled his thumb, I would have given anything for him to go faster.
Even my worst nightmare.
“Dall-as,” I choked out.
He kept up his soft ministrations as his dick held steady. “Tell me what you want. It’s that simple.”
I panted softly for air. “Please, I just—just a bit faster.”
“After you tell me what’s right there on the tip of your tongue.”
“Oh,” I whimpered.
That’s when he leaned his lips to the shell of my ear. “Tell Daddy Dallas what you want. Look at me like the good little girl you are and say it.”
I needed more from him. I needed release. I needed—I—I just?—.
“To forget,” I whispered.
His body froze. “What?”
I finally graced his gaze with mine. “I just want to forget about my life for a little bit, Dallas.”
I didn’t think he could get any closer, until he leaned in. Until his lips feathered against mine. Until his nose nuzzled my cheek in a way that damn near brought tears to my eyes.
“Easy peasy,” he muttered.
His ministrations struck back up as his thumb tickled the tip of my clit.
He slid his cock out and plunged it back into my depths, and the sound of my wetness stroking his length sent me spiraling.
I wrapped my arms around his neck. I pulled his face against the crook of my neck.
I bucked ravenously against his body, feeling electricity spark my tired form back to life.
He bit into my shoulder. He sucked at patches of my skin as his girth thickened against my walls.
My eyes rolled back and my toes curled as I locked my legs around him, pulling him deeper than any other man had ever been before.
“Oh, Dallas,” I groaned as I raked my nails down his back. “Don’t stop. Please. Dallas. Oh, fuck!”
“That’s it,” he growled, “give yourself to me. Let me show you what your body is capable of.”
“Dallas!” I cried out as my head fell back against the wall again.
“Yes! Squeeze that dick. Milk my cock, sweet girl.”
“Shit, shit, shit, shit,” I whimpered as I rolled my hips against his.
My tits bounced. My nipples puckered. His thumb pressed heavily against my clit as my walls collapsed around him.
I slammed my fists against his chest before curling my fingers into his biceps.
Pleasure wafted over my system, arching my back so deeply that I thought it might pop.
He slipped his arm around the crook of my back.
He held my hips to his as he swirled them, tickling my oversensitive nub with his body.
He stole my breath as I fell over the edge.
He stroked every part of me wonderfully.
In unison. As if the chorus of my body had been waiting for his conductor’s baton.
My body shivered. Unearthly sounds poured from my lips as the sounds of skin slapping skin sounded around us.
His cock thickened. It pulsed against my walls, dragging me further into the realm of ecstasy that Dallas had created just for me.
How could a man who infuriated me so much make me feel so… alive?
“That’s it, take all of me,” he growled as he fucked me through my world-tilted orgasm.
His hand dropped back down to my clit and I tried backing away.
“No, no, no, no. I—I can’t.”
He wrapped his hand around my throat and pinned my torso to the wall. “I know you’ve got one more for me, good girl. And I intend to rip it from your tired body.”
“Oh,” I groaned as his thumb slowly circled my clit.
And when I felt my walls pulsing around his rock-hard erection, my body gave into him a second time.
“Ooooooh, fuuuuuuck,” I droned.
He dizzied my world. The room tilted on its axis as he filled me to the brim.
As he worked my tired clit. As my body jumped for his viewing pleasure.
I lost all sense of time and space. I didn’t even know where I was any longer.
All I knew was him. Dallas. Invading me.
Taking me. Playing with me, like the little toy that I was to him.
“Dallas!” I cried out as my second orgasm crashed over me.
And that’s when he sank his teeth into my neck. “Fucking hell, Char. Goddamn it.”
With his cock fully sheathed between my legs, he poured himself into me.
As my walls pulsed, I milked him dry, with my pussy swallowing down every ounce of arousal he afforded me.
His hand grew weak around my neck. I panted for air as my forehead fell to his shoulder.
I wrapped my lazy arms around his neck, refusing to let him go even as he pulled out from between my legs.
Even as I heard him shuffling his jeans up.
Even as he moved my body around, refusing to release me as he fixed his clothes.
Then, I found myself suddenly levitating.
“Bed?” Dallas asked.
His voice sounded so far away. “Next to the kitchen.”
I didn’t remember him rearranging my clothes.
I didn’t remember him putting my panties back in their place or stuffing one of my tits back into my tank top.
Hell, I barely remembered him lying me down, or covering me up.
All I registered was the way his mark dripped into the cotton of my panties while I listened to him retreat from my room.
“I’ll lock the doorknob on my way out,” he said as his voice echoed in the distance.
And that was the last thing I remembered before darkness arrested my vision.