Page 94 of Big D!ck Energy

“The live chat?” Davina asked.

“Absolute chaos. Several hashtags are already trending on social media too.”

Davina stood, stretching, “Lunch?” she asked, turning to me. I nodded. “Burgers?”

Davina sent Abby to pick up food since we weren't up for a photo op. The studio door clicked shut behind Abby, sealing us in silence. The air felt different now, like it was charged with everything we’d just said and everything we hadn’t.

Davina stood by the mixing board, her back to me. Her shoulders rose and fell with a deep, unsteady breath.

“Dallas,” she started, her voice barely a whisper.

I was across the room before the second syllable left her lips. I didn’t think. I just moved. My hands found her hips, spinning her gently to face me.

I didn’t give her time to speak. My mouth crashed down on hers.

She gasped against my lips, a sharp intake of surprise that melted instantly into a moan as she kissed me back just as fiercely. Her hands flew to my face, pulling me closer as if she could fuse us together through sheer force of need.

Our tongues met, and the taste of her drove me wild. I backed her against the desk, the soundproofing swallowing the thud of her body meeting the wood. My hands slid from her hips to her thighs, gripping hard, and I lifted her in one smooth motion.

She broke the kiss with a gasp, her legs wrapping instinctively around my waist as I settled her on the desk. Microphones wobbled. Papers fluttered to the floor.

“Dallas,” she breathed, her chest heaving against mine.

“I meant every word,” I growled, my mouth traveling to her jaw, then down the sensitive column of her throat. A soft cry escaped her lips as I nipped at her pulse point. “Every. Single. Word.”

My fingers went to the buttons of her burgundy blouse. They slipped in my haste, but then the first one gave way, then the next, and the next. I pushed the silky fabric apart, revealing the black, sheer lace of her bra. Her breasts were full and heavy, spilling over the cups. I ducked my head, taking one pebbled peak into my mouth through the lace.

She cried out, her back bowing off the desk. “Oh, god…”

The wet lace was a tease. I needed skin. I reached behind her, fumbling with the clasp. It sprang open. I shoved the bra aside, and her breasts fell free, beautiful and heavy in my hands. I took one tight nipple into my mouth, sucking deeply, swirling my tongue around the hardened bud.

Her fingers clenched in my hair, holding me to her. “Yes… just like that…”

I lavished attention on one breast, then the other, biting and sucking gently until she was writhing beneath me, her hips rocking against my stomach. The primal sounds she made were the best thing I’d ever heard.

But I needed more. So much more.

My hand slid down her stomach, over the curve of her hip, and shoved her skirt up around her waist. My fingers traced the edge of her panties, already damp beneath my touch.

“You’re so wet,” I murmured against her breast.

“For you,” she panted. “It’s always for you.”

I hooked my fingers in the lace and shoved them roughly to the side, exposing her completely. I didn’t hesitate. I dropped to my knees on the studio floor.

“Dallas, what are you…”

My mouth was on her before she could finish.

I licked a long, slow stroke from her opening to her clit. She jolted, a shattered cry tearing from her throat. Her taste exploded on my tongue. She was intoxicating. I did it again, slower this time, savoring her before focusing on her clit, circling the swollen bud.

Her thighs tensed around my head. “Fuck… fuck…”

I pushed two fingers inside her, curling them, and she was so hot, so tight and wet. I pumped my fingers in a steady rhythm, my mouth never leaving her clit. I sucked and licked. I flicked my tongue over her in rapid circles as I listened to her breath hitch and stutter.

“I’m… I’m going to…” she choked out.

“Come for me,” I demanded, my voice rough against her skin. I pushed a third finger inside her, stretching her, and redoubled my efforts with my tongue, sucking her clit hard.