15. Dallas
DALLAS
“Oh shit,” Char bit as she leaned back once more.
An eye for an eye, that’s what she said.
I growled as her taste overwhelmed me. I needed to forget.
I absolutely had to. I’d never sleep again if I didn’t.
I wanted to drown out the awful sound of that explosion with her scent.
I wanted her cries of passion to lock themselves around my head just so I wouldn’t have to bear the thoughts and feelings rushing around in my chest. I couldn’t stop thinking about what he said, though.
What Baitfish said to us before we ran out of time.
An eye for an eye.
Those were his last words. His last shot at communicating with us, and that’s what he chose.
Why? What the hell was it for? Baitfish was never religious.
None of us were. As far as we were concerned, if religion ever took on a physical form, we’d find a way to slaughter it.
Gods didn’t look down on us. Gods didn’t favor us.
We were the darkness everyone else’s children fled from.
We were the boundary between destruction and decency.
Why the fuck would he tell us that with his last breath?
“Mmmmm,” I groaned as I lapped up her slit again, “I’ve waited for dessert.”
The giggle that fell from Char’s lips had nothing on the way she gasped when I slipped a finger into her pulsing entrance.
She groaned, rolling her hips against my hand as my tongue explored her depths.
I looked up at her, watching her tits jiggle with every ragged breath she took.
I crooked my finger and found that little pebbled spot just behind her sensitive clit, and I felt her legs jump around my face.
I turned my lips toward the excess of her inner thigh and kissed softly, relishing the way she jerked for me.
I’d have her begging by the time I was done with her.
“Dallas,” Char said breathlessly, “oh fuck.”
I sucked a patch of her skin in between my teeth and she bucked.
A growl bubbled up the back of my throat, coating her thigh as I hung on.
I circled my finger inside of her, feeling her walls fluttering around my intrusion.
Then, ever so softly, I slipped another finger in before she bucked against my hand.
“Goddamn it, Dallas,” she groaned.
I flattened my tongue and slid all the way up to her clit.
She hissed for air, with lovely sounds falling from those plump lips of hers.
Every part of her intoxicated me. Her scent.
Her sounds. The feeling of her thighs clamped around my fucking face.
Even the warmth of her juices as they dripped into my palm sent me into a frenzy, and my dick pressed heavily against my zipper.
I quickly reached down with my free hand and pulled it out.
“Oh shit,” Char choked out.
I flicked the tip of her swollen mound and she jerked. I did it again. God, she was so easy to figure out. So easy to control.
I needed something to be easy for once.
“Char,” I growled.
Her hands slid into my hair. “Dallas, please. More. I-I-I?—”
I sucked her clit in between my lips, and she cried out.
“Dallas! Yes!”
She rocked against me, moving with my tongue as I drank every last droplet of her down.
My cock twitched with delight, dripping with a need for release as I wrapped my hand around its base.
I stroked upward, imagining it to be Char’s tight little pussy as my fingers crooked against that sensational spot against the back of her clit.
And just like an instrument I played all my life, her thighs clamped around my face when her back arched.
“Oh—my—God—Dal—las.”
She choked out her sounds and it threw me into a fucking frenzy.
I sucked that oversensitive mound of hers between my lips and assaulted its tip with my tongue.
I stroked my dick furiously as she bucked ravenously against my face.
My balls hung low, needing a release as I stood up from the chair.
I kicked it behind me to move it out of the way.
I bent Char in half, sucking her clit dry as I pumped my fingers.
And as I squeezed my dick, forcing my orgasm to stay at bay, I felt her body quivering beneath me.
“Oh God. Oh God. Oh God,” she squeaked out.
“What’s my name?” I growled.
She gasped. “Daddy. Please. Oh my Go—Dall—Daddy! Oh!”
“There’s a good girl,” I grunted as her juices coated my face, “come for Daddy. Just like that. There you go. Squeeze those fingers for me. Such a good girl.”
“Oh. Oh. Oh. Fuck. Yes. Shit.”
Her words matched in time with the pulsing of her pussy and I couldn’t stand it any longer.
She was effortless, and I wanted to sink myself into her and never come up for air.
I ripped my fingers out of her cunt. I kissed her clit, as if to thank it for the distraction.
And as I lined myself up at her entrance, her hazy, ecstasy-ridden stare met mine.
I held her stare as I sank into her, my eyes never wavering. My body, never bowing. And as her pussy swallowed me whole, she locked her legs around my waist.
“Oh Daddy, you feel so?—.”
My hips bottomed out against hers. “I feel so… what?”
She sighed as her head fell back. “Perfect.”
I gripped her hips as the word overwhelmed me. “Not as perfect as you. Now hang on.”
“Wh—why?”
I snarled as I drew my cock out, all except for the tip. “Because I’m about to fuck you like I’m not.”
The second I slammed into her, nothing but my name dripped from her mouth.
I stuffed her full, watching her juices slick my dick as I plunged repeatedly into her depths.
The sounds of skin slapping skin filled the space around us.
Her pussy drank me down, milking me as my balls pulled into my body.
I gritted my teeth and closed my eyes. One more.
I wanted one more beautiful orgasm from her body.
One more to pull me over the edge so that I was too tired to think.
“Dallas,” she said breathlessly.
I spanked the outside of her thigh. “Try again.”
She yelped before her pussy clamped down around me. “Daddy. Daddy. So close. Don’t stop. Please. Just like that. Don’t. Change. A thi—ah! Oh!”
Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as her pussy sucked me back in.
She drew me closer, her heels digging into my lower back as my balls finally unleashed.
My hands slammed into the countertop on either side of her body.
Her tight little cunt dripped her arousal down my ballsack as thread after thread of hot seed shot from the tip of my dick.
I filled her to the brim as her pussy tried pushing me out.
Our intermingled juices, spraying me as she lost all sense of control over her own body.
Stars burst in my vision as I hovered over her, watching every last ounce of pleasure hold her hostage. But I knew that if I fucked her again, I wouldn’t stop. Even if she asked, I wouldn’t be capable of it.
And she deserved better than that.
“Dallas, wait,” she whispered.
I pulled my cock out from between her legs. “Good girl.”
An eye for an eye.
Just as quickly as her presence had ripped me out of my mind, the second my body moved away from hers, it all came crashing back.
I turned away from her and stuffed my dick back into my pants.
I closed my eyes, willing the tears of hatred and anger to stay at bay.
Jesus Christ, when the hell did I become such a little bitch?
It wasn’t as if we hadn’t lost a man before.
It wasn’t as if this was the first time we’d bury someone.
It was the first time it hurt, though. It was the first time it ever felt personal.
And goddamn it, Baitfish deserved retribution.
“Dallas?”
The worry in Char’s voice made me angry, and she didn’t deserve my anger. It wasn’t reserved for her.
“Dallas,” she said as she placed her hand on my shoulder, “come here.”
I pulled away from her, though. “Have a good night.”
“Dallas?”
I had to get away from her. I’d unleash if I didn’t. “Sleep well.”
“Dallas, wait!”
I charged my way out of the kitchen. “And remember, the bar’s closed until further notice.”
“Dallas! Just wait a sec—ah!”
I heard her stumbling in the kitchen, but I forced myself to keep moving.
If I didn’t, I had no idea what I’d do next.
Maybe I’d explode. Maybe I’d continue fucking her until my cock bled.
Maybe I’d yell at her, or curse at her, or scream at her for making this harder than it had to be.
For fighting us so much that it distracted us from more important things.
“It’s not her fault. It’s not her fault. It’s not her fault.”
“Dallas!” Char called out.
But as I slammed my shoulder into the front door, all I kept saying to myself was that one particular phrase.
“It’s not her fault. It’s not her fault. It’s not her fault.”
I needed a ride. If a good fuck didn’t clear my mind, then a nice ride would.
The smell of smoke still littered the air and it turned my stomach inside out.
All of my food threatened to come up, and I paused after sitting down on my bike.
I bent my head forward. I caved myself in, willing the food to stay down.
Willing my throat to stop jumping. Willing my gut to shut the fuck up.
And when I felt the bile retreat back into its rightful place, I dug the bike keys out of my pocket.
Footsteps approached me to my right.
“You better announce yourself first,” I glowered.
“It’s just me,” Mace said.
I looked over at him as I jammed my keys into the ignition. “What do you want?”
He thumbed over his shoulder. “Church. We’re all meeting at the clubhouse.”
Of course. “I’ll head there now.”
“I’ll stay with you.”
I shot him a look. “Mace, I’m fine. I can?—”
But he simply shook his head. “None of us are fine right now. I’m riding with you.”
And I didn’t have the energy to fight with him. “Let’s go then.”
So much for clearing my fucking head.