Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 92688 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92688 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
He never stopped kissing me.
Not as he fucked me with one finger.
Not even when he added a second.
It wasn’t until his dick began pressing into me that he reared back, presumably so he could watch himself disappear into my body. I pushed my shoulders up and locked my arms so I was once again on all fours, but as tempted as I was to reach for my dick again, I didn’t.
Despite my desperate need to come, I wanted Dallas with me when it happened.
Dallas was slow to work himself into my body, choosing to fuck me with shallow thrusts instead of just sinking into me all at once. The move worked because it was me who began pushing back against him hard and harder to get more of him inside of me. When he bottomed out, I let out a cry of relief.
Dallas’s heavy hands closed around my hips to hold me in place as he began fucking into me with slow, deep thrusts that had me seeing stars. The pace didn’t last, though, because within a minute, he was pushing into me more frantically, and his fingers pressed into my skin hard enough to likely leave bruises. I could barely hear his heavy breaths and grunts over my own, but God, did I love the sound. My orgasm was hovering just on the edge and I knew Dallas wasn’t far behind me, because he began pumping into me at an unfathomable pace. The pressure, heat, and nearly unbearable friction had me calling out, “Yes, Dallas, please, yes!”
I was about to reach for my dick when Dallas’s arm wrapped around my upper body and he dragged me upward so I was just on my knees. His mouth covered mine over my shoulder as he pounded into me. The new position had him hitting my prostate on every pass, which brought my orgasm closer and closer to the surface with every thrust of his dick. Skin slapped against skin as our sweat-covered bodies slid against one another. I screamed into Dallas’s mouth when his calloused hand closed around my dick and began pumping me hard and fast. Between him hitting my gland and the expert hand job, I was a goner within seconds, and I bit down on the arm he had lashed across my upper chest as the orgasm ripped through me. Dallas let out a loud grunt as he slammed into me once, twice, three times and then held there as his release began filling the condom. His pulsing dick caused a violent aftershock to rock through me. I could feel his breath against the back of my neck as he clung to me, his hips involuntarily jerking against my ass as he continued to thrust into me.
The high seemed to go on forever, but when it finally did ease, Dallas’s weight pushed me down onto the seat. His hand was still wrapped around my dick, but he either didn’t care that it and now his seat were covered in my cum, or he didn’t notice. I was too tired to really worry about it either way.
I reveled in his weight pinning me and his half-hard cock still buried deep inside of me. I couldn’t say how long we lay there for, but my breathing had almost returned to normal when he finally shifted off me and carefully withdrew from my body.
As the after-effects of the orgasm waned, reality came crashing down. I managed to pull my pants up as I sat up. Dallas handed me a wad of fabric, presumably to clean the cum off my belly. Ironically, it was the bandana he typically wore around his neck – the one he’d stopped wearing around me.
I cleaned myself as best I could and then tucked myself back in my pants. My ass stung as I shifted my weight so I could pull my jeans all the way up and fasten them.
There were a million things I wanted to say to Dallas, but I could sense the distance he was already putting between us, so I kept my mouth shut. He didn’t need to be able to speak for me to know what he was going to say.
It had been a mistake.
All the post-coital bliss evaporated just like that, and I quickly reached down to find my coat. “I should go,” I said. “It’s late.”
I reached for the door handle on my side of the seat, but Dallas’s hand closed over my arm. He reached forward to the console between the front seats and grabbed his phone. As badly as I wanted to escape, I couldn’t just leave him without letting him have his say.
But if I’d expected his words to somehow miraculously fix the ever-widening rift between us, I was gravely mistaken.
I’m sorry.
I stared at the two words on his phone screen for a long time before I nodded. “Goodbye, Dallas,” was all I managed to get out before I stumbled out of the truck. I managed not to run to my own car, despite wanting to. Once inside the car, I murmured, “Please, please,” to the piece of shit car. I’d fucking die if the damn thing chose this moment to take its last breath. Fortunately, it turned over on the second try. The driveway wasn’t wide enough to turn around in, so I had to back out, which was a good thing since I didn’t want to risk looking at Dallas even for a second.