June had come once. But once wasn’t enough. I needed to see her shatter around my cock again before letting myself go.
I sat back, keeping my cock lodged inside her as I settled my hand over her, pressing my thumb to her clit. Her breath caught in her throat, her eyes flying open as I circled her slowly.
“Fuck,” she whimpered. “I just came.”
“And you’re going to give me another,” I said softly. “Aren’t you?”
“I don’t know . . .” she trailed off as her fingers flexed, her eyes pinned to me as I kept going.
“I caught you,” I said with a satisfied smirk. “After all this time, you can give me one more.”
Her eyes narrowed. “I swear to—fuck.”
I loved the way her words died on a groan as I rubbed her clit faster, flexing my hips just enough to make my cock move inside her. She tightened around me, but I was in no rush. As desperate as my cock was, I was a patient, thorough man.
“I can’t. I can’t come again.”
“You can,” I said. “And you will. And then you’ll come a third time, too. We can be out here all night, baby, I don’t care. All I care about is feeling this pussy come on my cock again.”
June shook her head, but slid her hands up her stomach to her breasts. I watched as she twisted her nipples and my mind went blank, the sight of her nearly sending me over the edge.
“There you are,” I whispered. I circled her clit faster, edging more whimpers from her. “Look at you, baby. You’re so fucking perfect taking this cock, aren’t you?”
She gave a soft nod as she teased herself. I licked my lips and realized what I was missing—the taste of her cunt on my tongue. I suddenly pulled out of her and moved back, ignoring her protests.
“What the fuck? I want you back—oh.”
I clamped my mouth down on her pussy, dragging my tongue over her clit. She immediately gasped, her fingers curling into my hair.
“Fuck. Your beard feels so good.”
“Ride it,” I demanded against her cunt.
Her hips rocked against my mouth, her grip on my head tightening. I moaned as the taste of her filled my mouth, my cock throbbing. I thrusted my tongue inside her, desperate for more.
“Dallas,” she whined. “Please . . . please . . .”
Her words trailed off, a sharp inhale following. She tensed around me, her thighs holding my head in place. I wasn’t goinganywhere. It didn’t matter that my jaw ached, I kept lapping at her cunt like it was the only way I was going to live. The sounds she made had me right on the edge. I growled against her pussy as she suddenly arched again, her cry splitting my ears.
Having her come on my cock was one thing, having her come on my tongue was another. I groaned as her orgasm took hold, my own body shaking as pleasure rushed through me. The feel of her convulsing beneath me sent me over the edge and I moaned, cum bursting from my cock.
The whole world tilted on its axis as I came for her, filling the condom up. My only wish was that every drop was going inside her.
Her thighs went lax and she sighed, stretching out beneath me. I melted against her, resting my head on her lower stomach.
I didn’t know how long we stayed like that. Eventually, her fingers ran through my hair and I looked up at her. Vulnerability shone on her face, her brows pulling together.
“Let’s get inside,” I murmured. “Let’s take a shower together. Let me take care of you.”
“I don’t need you to.”
“ButIneed to, June.”
She swallowed hard, but gave a subtle nod. “Okay. If you insist.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
June
