Page 102 of Big D!ck Energy

He kissed his way up my trembling body. Settled beside me, brushed hair from my damp forehead.

“Okay?” he whispered.

I could only nod. I reached for his waistband, fumbling. “Need you. Now.”

He helped, pushing fabric down, freeing himself. Thick and hard, the tip glistening. I pushed him onto his back and straddled his hips, hovering above him.

Reaching between us, I guided his cock to my entrance as I sank down slowly, letting him fill me. We groaned together, a mixture of relief and pleasure.

Fully seated, I paused, adjusting to the fullness with my hands braced on his chest, and looked down.

His hands settled on my hips. “You're so beautiful like this. Taking what you need.”

I began to move. A slow, rolling grind. Lifting almost all the way before sinking back.

His grip tightened on my hips. “Just like that. Take your time. Take all of me.”

I leaned forward, changing the angle. He groaned, head falling back. I kissed his throat, his jaw, maintaining that slow rhythm.

“Dallas,” I moaned against his lips.

“I know.” He gasped. His hands slid up to cup my face. “Come for me again. I want to feel you.”

His words hung in the air. I held his gaze, still moving above him, feeling him fill me completely.

Then his hands tightened.

In one smooth motion, he rolled us.

The world spun. Cushions shifted. Then my back was against the throws, and he was above me, caged between my thighs, still buried deep. My gasp was swallowed by his kiss.

He broke away, breath ragged against my lips. Found my wrists. Pinned them gently but firmly above my head.

“Look at me,” he whispered.

I did. His face was a mask of concentration and barely leashed need.

He withdrew almost completely, the slow drag making me whimper. Then pushed back in. A deep stroke that punched a moan from my chest. The pace was agonizing. Each withdrawal a torment. Each thrust a burst of pleasure.

“This is what I thought about,” he breathed, burying himself to the hilt. “Having you under me. Open for me.”

I writhed, but his grip held me in place, a delicious contrast to the tender invasion.

He leaned down, lips at my ear. Thrusts never faltering.

My muscles fluttered around him, sharp and involuntary. He groaned and dropped his forehead to my shoulder.

“Yes. Just like that.”

He moved faster. The angle shifted, and the head of his cock rubbed a spot that curled my toes. A thin sound escaped me.

He nuzzled my neck. “I thought about the sounds you'd make. I'd hear you laugh with Brooke and wondered what you'd sound like when you came.”

Heat pooled low and heavy.

“Dallas...”

“Tell me what you need.”