I allow his words to soothe me in this moment, blocking all expectations beyond it. It’s enough, anyway. If I never hear the words again, it was enough to hear them now.
No one’s ever said them to me before Dallas Wilder and I love them.
The hard feel of his big body and the press of themassiveridge inside his jeans against my still-fluttering pussy galvanizes me. Sealed away in this luxurious cocoon with this hunky dream man who can do the craziest things to my body … it allows me to let go. Tofeel. I couldn’t hold back my wild side if I tried. He’s lit a fire in me and all I want to do is feel more of him. Togivemyself to him, like a gift. Because Dallas Wilder is agift, of the highest order, and one I never saw coming.
It’s like the universe stepped in and said,girl, you’ve been through the ringer and survived it, so we’re presenting you with a reward: an entire weekend with a well-hung, extremely-good-at-this sex god who’s going to cash in your V-card and make you feel like the world is wide open. He’s going to be the best experience you’ve ever had, and for one weekend, he’s going to set you free.
But it doesn’t seem fair that I’m naked, still rippling with the lingering pleasure he gave me, and he’s fully clothed, his hair messed up, his brute strength and his burly weight holding me down, looking more gorgeous and hot than I know how to handle.
I unbutton the top button of his shirt and end up pulling a couple of buttons off with my quiet frenzy of need. “Take this off.”
His dark eyes spangle and I can see that helovesmy desperation. “Easy, sweet. I told you, I’m going to give you everything you need.” He pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it aside.
“Whoa,” I whisper. Slowly, I reach for him, running my hands over the hair-dusted planes of his muscular, inked chest. His body is unreal, his muscles ridiculously sculpted. God, I freakinglovehow masculine he is, like a big maleanimal. I’ve never thought much about my own femininity before, but I feel it now. I want to use it, to tempt him and to please him. I run my hands over his hard body, practically panting because my cravings are on overdrive.
“You ready for more, Amelie Thibodeaux?”
“Dallas.I need…”
“I know what you need.” Dallas undoes his belt buckle and unzips his jeans, kicking them off.
Holy Mother. He’s freaking enormous.
As much as the sight of his giantmanhoodshocks me, it also makes my mouth water. He’s massively engorged and hot-looking, dusky and …leaking.
Help.
“Don’t be scared of me. It’s going to feel good. Better than anything ever has.”
Even though I crave him like a drug, I can’t help but be daunted by what he’s about to do …with this.I curl my fingers around his huge length, easing my palm along his shaft, mesmerized by the hard textures of him and the throbbing thickness. A gush of moisture seeps. Fascinated, I swirl it. Dallas sucks in a low breath.
He’s crouched over me and he lowers his weight until the base of his thick cock is pressed against my wet, pulsing pussy.As Dallas kisses me again, my body acts independently of my brain. My hand holds himthereand I squirm against him.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Amelie.” The husky desire in his deep voice is the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. “You want me to make you come again, don’t you, baby?”
Yes. Yes.“Dallas?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m on the pill.”
“Yeah?” Maybe I’m imagining it, but I get the feeling that, deep down, he doesn’t like this. He’s wondering why I would be.
“Sadie made me go to the clinic with her. It was a couple of weeks ago. You know … because we’re going to New York and supposedly starting ‘a new chapter of adventure and abandon,’ she called it. And the free clinic is closing down so she said it was now or never. They said it was effective within two to seven days. I know it’s been at least eight or nine days. So … it’s safe.”
“Safe,” he repeats. His eyes are darker than I’ve ever seen them, as though he’s on the brink of losing all control. He eases my legs wider, using my hand to position his gigantic cock so the head of it rubs against my clit. “There’s not a damn thing about you that’ssafe, Amelie Thibodeaux, but I guess that’s a good thing, if you don’t want me knocking you up yet.”
Yet.“I don’t—oh-h-h god.” I don’t know exactly what he means by that, but Dallas’s thick cock pushes barely inside me and all I can do is moan. I’m shamelessly wet, and the broad head of his cock eases into the tightness.
He pushes deeper, and the stretching friction rubs against a deep trigger of agony-ecstasy that makes me cry out. The pain issparked with so much needy pleasure I’m already at a tipping point.
“Dallas,” I gasp.
“Look at you, taking me like a good girl. How can anyone be so perfect? You’re my fucking dream girl. Are you going to come for me if I give you more?”
He already knows I am. He’s completely in control, his thumb skating over my clit, teasing it as he forces me to take more of him. He plays the circling rhythm as his big cock pushes deeper, rubbing against some insanely sensitive sweet-spot inside me. The wave rises fast and uncontrollably, overflowing in a wild rush, shattering me with rapturous bursts of such intense pleasure they change the alchemy of my soul with each beat.
I love him.
