Page 79 of Thorn Kiss
His calloused fingers slid over my pussy and I gasped, arching back. He cursed under his breath.
“You’re soaked, princess. Do you need relief?”
“I do.” I couldn’t keep the pleading from my voice. I’d bark like a damn dog if he told me to right now. “Please.”
Dallas grabbed my thighs and shifted me forward. I laid back, my hair sprawling around me as his hips nestled between my legs. He kissed up my body, moaning as he buried his face between my breasts.
“You’re perfect,” he mumbled. “Your tits are perfect. I may die here.”
“Dallas,please.”
“Begging me isn’t going to make me rush.” He met my gaze as his mouth closed over one of my nipples. Pleasure shot through me as he sucked, my moans following.
“Dallas.”
He smiled as two fingers slid against my pussy, pushing inside me carefully. I whimpered as I stretched around him, aching for more. I wanted to be full of his cock. I tangled my fingers in his hair and dragged his mouth to mine, winding my legs around his hips. The head of his cock bumped against me, followed by a grunt.
“Fuck.” His eyes squeezed shut for a moment, and I knew he was losing the battle. Whatever fight he was putting up against his need to fuck me, it wouldn’t last long.
I stroked his cock between us as I kissed the side of his neck. “Please,” I whispered, stroking him faster.
Dallas’s growl sent a shiver through me, my pussy pulsing as it reverberated in his chest. He wrestled my wrists together and pinned them above my head, his gaze locking with mine.
The head of his cock slowly spread me open. He never broke eye contact as his hips pushed forward, inch by inch. I whimpered as I stretched around him, my walls pulsing with tiny tremors. He was thick and long, but he was patient, giving my body time to adjust.
“Good?” he checked in.
“Yes.” I tilted my hips so I could take more of him.
He shuddered, his eyes squeezing shut. “Fuck, Madi.”
His breathless curses turned me on even more. His muscles tensed as he filled me completely. I could feel his cock pulsing inside me. Dallas released my wrists and I immediately wrapped my arms around him, digging my nails into his shoulders and back.
“Fuck,” he mumbled.
“Too much?” I immediately eased my grip, but he shook his head.
“No. You can scratch me. Bruise me. Leave your marks on me.”
I wanted to. I dragged my nails over his back muscles, and the sound he made lit a primal need inside me. I wanted him to have my marks on him.
His forehead knelt against mine, his hips still unmoving. I shivered around him, trying to roll my body, but he stilled me.
“Dallas,” I moaned. “Please.”
I raked my nails over his bulky shoulders again.
He hissed between clenched teeth. “You make the prettiest fucking noises for me, princess.”
His mouth was hot against mine, our kisses hungry. He’d yet to start fucking me though, his cock inside me, hard and throbbing. He broke our kiss to lean forward, snatching a pillow from the top of the bed.
“Lift your hips.”
I did as he asked, moaning as his cock came free. He wedged the pillow beneath me, my leg leaning against his chest and shoulder. His hand gripped my thigh as he pushed my other knee to the side, lining his cock up with me again.
“Look at me,” he demanded.
I met his gaze. He was holding me still, his head hovering right there.
