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I can’t help but smile at that. We climb into bed. The sheets are cool after the warm shower. I wrap my arms around him, pulling him close, feeling the warmth radiating from his body.
I rest my chin on his shoulder. “I’m just happy to be here with you.”
“Same,” he whispers. His breath warms my skin. “But you have permission to wake me up with your cock.”
And there’s the Kay I adore. “I’ll think about it.”
I can practically see him pout. Of course, I’ll wake him with my dick. He’s mentioned it enough that I plan on trying it at least once.
The tension from the week slowly fades away, replaced by the comfort of his presence. I know his world is chaotic and more dangerous than I’ll ever know. But this little pocket of peace right before sleep is something to strive for. I kiss the back of his head and he hums as he wiggles in my hold. Sweet, sleepy Kay. I’ll figure out if I should be terrified of him another day. Right now, I just want to hold him.
22
CASEY
I keep my eyes closed, faking sleep. Dallas grips my hip. His calloused, lubed finger presses firmly into my flesh. He’s working me open with patience that’s both tender andinfuriating. I suppress a moan, not ready to let him know I’m awake.
The room is quiet, save for the soft sounds of his breaths and the distant hum of the city outside my window. The morning light is a faint glow behind my eyelids. I can picture Dallas, his dark hair tousled from sleep, his eyes focused on his task, a smirk playing on his lips.
He shifts, his weight dipping the mattress, and he presses against me, his cock hard and leaking as he slides it along my crack. I keep my breathing even and my body pliant, as he pushes into me. Inch bygloriousinch. I want to moan, to buck against him, but I hold still, letting him take me as he wants.
He starts to move, a slow, steady rhythm that sends waves of pleasure crashing through me. I can’t keep the moan from finally escaping my lips. It’s a low, guttural sound that seems to spur him on. His grip on my hip tightens, his thrusts become more urgent, and I’m lost in the sensation.
“I know you’re awake,” he growls, his voice so husky.
I can’t help but smile. I push back against him, matching his rhythm. I want this so bad.Needit. “Fuck me, Dallas.”
His hand snakes around my hip, wrapping around my cock, stroking me in time with his thrusts. I’m a mess of need, my body on fire, my heart pounding hard in my chest. I reach back, gripping him closer, needing something to hold on to as he fucks me harder and harder.
“Don’t you fucking stop,” I say. My nails dig into his flesh. “Harder! Please. Fuck.” I grip the sheet. He flips me to my stomach, not leaving my body as he does. He pounds into my ass as he straddles me. I can barely move, but I don’t care. Dallas sets a punishing pace and I pant beneath him. “Yes. Yes. Don’t stop.”
“You like this?” He grabs me by my hair, almost losing his grip since it’s so short. He lifts my head.
I moan out a, “Yes. Don’t you dare fucking stop.” My dick drags across the bed with each thrust. Thank fuck I love silk sheets. I don’t think cotton or jersey would feel as good.
Dallas wraps a hand around my throat, and I tense for just a moment. He doesn’t tighten, just holds me there. As if he owns me. His hand my collar. My life in his hands.
I stumble first. Crying out as I come. Dallas releases my throat and I bite my pillow hard as I pant out trying to catch my breath.
He comes with a groan, his body shuddering against mine, his cock pulsing inside me. He slumps over me, possessing my entire body. We’re both slick with sweat and cum. I don’t want to move. I want to bask in the feeling of peace after pleasure.
We lay like this for what feels like eternity. Perfect with his cock in me until he’s soft.
When Dallas does pull out, his cum leaks from me. He fingers my ass, pushing as much cum back inside as he can. I reach for my nightstand, blindly grappling for my favorite buttplug. I wantto keep him with me as long as possible. Dallas chuckles when I hand him the plug.
He circles my hole and kisses my shoulder when he pushes the toy in. “I love hearing you moan.”
“I love waking up with a cock in my ass. You have my permission to do it every day.”
“You were already awake by the time I entered you.”
I choke on a laugh. “Entered me? That sounds so silly. So formal. My good sir, I have entered you.” I fake an accent and he flips me to my back.
“Brat.” There’s a smile on his face. So gentle. Soft. I want to squirm away from the intensity of his gaze, but I don’t.
I look into his pretty eyes. They’re so perfect, so innocent. He doesn’t know the murderer he’s in bed with and if I can help it, I’ll keep it that way. He doesn’t need to know how truly fucked up the world is.
But he knows. I looked into his sister’s case. He knows how fucked up the world is, but he’s still so damn innocent. So trusting.
