Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 105306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
I glance up, hair falling in my eyes.
eighteen
ryann
“A wet dream is better than no dream.”
– Drake Colter
“Wait.”
The words leave my lips before I can stop them or think them all the way through.
Wait.
Don’t go just yet.
His face is right there between my legs—no need to rush off even though Drew has busted in and ruined the moment. We can still salvage it, yeah? My thighs are still vibrating, my core still trembling with a million quakes—and he’s done nothing but press the tip of his nose up my center.
His legs are hiked out, wide shoulders holding my thighs apart quite possibly the sexiest thing I’ve had the privilege to see.
God, he’s sexy, this giant man-child.
Legs like tree trunks and arms just as strong, he’s poised in the middle of my spread legs, brows raised, waiting with bated breath for me to say something.
“Truth or dare,” is the next thing out of my mouth because it feels as if we’re still playing the game.
His eyes get darker still. “Truth.”
Ugh, I thought for sure he was going to say dare, and I planned to dare him to take my underwear off and finish what he started.
“What are you thinking right now?” I hate myself for asking a question that’s so cliché, but I honestly want to know what’s going through his head. Maybe he wants to get off me and watch a movie. Maybe he wants to—
“I hope you make a ton of noise when I make you come.”
Oh.
Well then…
I raise my hips.
The massive paw that’s on my thigh slides upward, over my pelvis and over my belly, up over my stomach. Fingers trailing along my silky skin, palm cupping one of my breasts.
Dallas tugs down my panties.
Slides his other hand under my ass, pulling me toward his mouth.
The sheer size of him. The strength.
The warm, wet tongue that licks me up and down while his hand plays with my boobs.
“Oh God…”
He is in no rush.
Licks.
Pulls back to look at me, licking again. Thumb stroking that nub at the top of my folds. Ugh, honestly…so fucking good…
The sounds he’s making are louder than mine, the moaning and grunting—like he’s having the time of his life sucking the pleasure out of me.
Now both his hands are on my hips. Pushing my knees, lifting them so they’re around his neck, face buried. Lips and mouth sucking, licking.
It’s too much.
It’s so good.
So, so… “Oohh…” I moan. Pant. “Don’t stop, yes—right there, right there, yes…”
The best part of it is watching him, the top of his head his large hands holding me down. Spreading me. His nose, pressed into my body.
Shit…
I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come, I’m gonna—
“Oh fuck!” I moan like no one is listening. “Oh God, Dallas, fuck…”
He milks my orgasm for all it’s worth, sucking until I can no longer stand it, pushing his shoulders away from my body, hips and thighs and pussy trembling.
He licks me again.
Wipes his mouth on my inner thigh. “You taste so goddamn good.”
Do I?
I don’t think about my crotch that way; then again, I haven’t had anyone’s face down there, so I haven’t had to worry about what it tastes like.
He readjusts his big body on the bed, and where do you suppose my eyes go?
To the front of his boxer shorts, to the straining, hard dick pressing against the fabric, desperate to play peekaboo through the slit.
I don’t know what to say, how to act while we sit here, my body still coming down from the euphoric high of my orgasm.
Damn, that felt good.
Leaving my underwear pushed past my girl parts, Dallas trails the tip of his finger down to my knee, up to my hip, neither of us making any move to pull my panties back up, although…
“Ryann?”
“Ryann.” He says my name again until I look over at him at his spot on the bed; Dallas has repositioned himself, so he’s leaning against the headboard, pillow on his lap, eyes watching me intently as they’ve often been doing.
“Huh?”
“You said, ‘Wait,’ so I asked what you want me to do.”
I’m on the bed, still lying with my legs slightly parted, the entire daydream nothing but a figment of my own lustful imagination.
Cheeks hot, face flushed, I give my head a tiny shake.
“I kind of have to pee.”
Nice thing to blurt out. Real smooth and sexy.
Dallas gives me a berth to climb off the bed, scrambling for the pair of jeans I had on earlier in the evening, stepping into them so I’m not half-ass naked in the ha—
“Don’t bother,” he tells me. “Just stick your head out to see if the coast is clear. Everyone is probably in bed.”
Not likely. It’s still considerably early.
“Um, your brother just busted in on us.” Everyone is not asleep.
Still, I toss the jeans back to the floor. He has a point. If I’m not self-conscious enough to have pants on in front of him to begin with—I could have put on joggers or something—there’s no sense in throwing jeans on if I’m just going to come back here to take them off again, and the bathroom is directly across the hall…