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“Where? Here?” he asks, and he moves his hand to my mouth. He presses two fingers on my tongue, and I close my lips around them. “Or here?” He pulls my sleep shorts to the side with his other hand and presses a single finger in me.
I nod, unable to speak, but wanting to encourage him to domore.
Dallas chuckles and pulls his fingers from my mouth.
“Let’s take these off so I can look at you,” he murmurs, and I lift my hips. He slides my shorts down my legs and throws them to the side. My bra comes next, and I’m naked in front of him. “There you are.”
“Do you like what you see?” I ask.
“I love what I see.” Dallas yanks his shirt off then reaches across the mattress and drags me to the end of the bed. He opens my legs and kneels on the floor. “Lie back.”
“You don’t have to. You know I can come by?—”
“I’m doing this because I want to. Eating your pussy is a fucking dream.” He spreads me with his fingers, and I always forget how intimate this is. There’s no place to hide, and he can see every part of me. “Put your feet on my shoulders, baby. Let me enjoy.”
“Well. If the boss insists.”
I flop onto my back and close my eyes. I don’t even have a chance to get comfortable before three fingers work into me, and I squirm on the sheets.
“Just as tight as I remember, and just as pretty,” he says appreciatively, and heat floods my body with the compliment. “Pink. Wet. Fucking Christ, woman.”
I reach out, desperate to touch him, and I thread my fingers through his hair. He starts the same way he always does: slow, with a gradual push and a curl. A light touch of his thumb, and a hum of approval when I lift my hips and work him deeper inside of me.
“Greedy,” he says, and he nips at the inside of my thigh.
“You would be too if you knew how nice your fingers are.”
“Which do you like better? My fingers, or when I do this?”
Dallas adds his tongue. He mimics how I used my toy all those weeks ago, and I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.
“That.Definitely that. For someone who doesn’t have a lot of experience, you’re alarmingly good at this.”
“Maybe I watched videos. Maybe I read every single book you have on your bookshelf. Maybe I researched.”
“You’re such a liar.”
“Am I?” he asks, and he takes my hand out of his hair. He guides my fingers to my chest, then down my stomach and to mypussy. “Or am I not too proud enough to admit that I might need some help to make sure you scream my name when you come?”
Hell.
This man is crafted from every woman’s fantasy. He gets off from my pleasure, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.
I open my eyes and look down at him. His face is flushed and his breathing is ragged. His pupils are blown wide, and his erection is so hard, I’m afraid he might be in pain.
“You don’t need help, Dallas. You’re perfect,” I say, and he blushes even deeper with the praise. “I told you that you’re so good. That you take care of me like no one else ever has. And that’s true. Look how wet I am. It’s all for you.”
His throat bobs and his grip on my thigh turns almost painful. “Hold your pussy open for me,” he says roughly.
I smile at his determination and use my thumbs to spread myself open. He picks back up with his rhythm. Three fingers inside me. A tongue torturing me. A palm on my breast, twisting my nipples.
Dallas is patient. He doesn’t rush. He doesn’t make me feel like I’m taking too long. When he pulls away from my chest, I know he’s touching himself, and that nearly does me in.
“Close,” I say, and I writhe on the sheets. “Dallas, I’m so close.”
“I know you are, baby. I just felt you clench around my fingers. You’re almost there, and you’re doing so well.”
I lose it. I moan, long and low, as I come undone on his tongue.
