Making the Cut (Saving Dallas 2)

“Relax, babe. I ain’t gonna hurt you. I told you, you would thank me for this.” I stilled completely at his words. Oh, no. No way was that huge cock of his getting anywhere near my ass.

“No, Luke. I-I can’t,” I stuttered, trying to sit up. Luke placed his hand between my shoulder blades to keep me down.

“Hush, Dallas. Trust me,” He said soothingly. Of course I trusted him, but it didn’t make it any easier. He positioned himself against the center of me that was now throbbing for attention. He entered me in one swift motion and the air was taken from my lungs.

“Ah!” I said loudly. Shit, that was deep.

“Shut up.”

At Luke’s words, I felt myself tighten around him and my body heated. I loved it when he talked to me like that, but two could play at that game. If I couldn’t talk, the muscles in my soaking wet core that he was buried in, most definitely would. I heard him suck air between his teeth as he pulled out slowly, then slammed into me again. It was too much and not enough. He was killing me, yet I never felt more alive than when he was in me. Luke began to fuck me slowly, placing his hands on my ass and spreading me open. It felt so good as he pounded into me over and over, talking to me in that silky, bedroom voice of his. I felt the familiar rush of ecstasy as began to fuck me harder, pushing me over the edge, but never slowing, even after my body seemed to sink further into the mattress. Luke’s fingers once again found the spot he so desired, and without hesitation, slipped his finger through the tight barrier, while still milking my orgasm from me by sliding his thickness in and out of my drenched pussy.

“Baby, you feel so good. I love how sweet you smell. Tell me whose pussy this is, Dallas.” He demanded, working his finger and his cock faster, in and out of me. The sensation was so much that I didn’t have the energy to answer him. Instead, I came. I felt the muscles in both places, constricting as he drove in and out of me. His finger left me, and the feeling was more foreign without him there than it was when he was inside me. He gripped my hips, driving into me mercilessly, and I thought, in that moment, that if he didn’t stop, I would die. I had no control over my body. Luke was holding my hips with his tireless arms. Every muscle I had was like jelly and just breathing was a chore. Luke took full advantage of my relaxed state as he slammed me back onto him over and over and over. This was definitely a punishment fuck and I wasn’t gonna make it. I was quite sure that he knew that too and that was exactly why he was doing it.

“Tell me who you belong to, Dallas,” he growled from behind me.

“You,” I managed to squeak, my face muffled by the pillow and the growing throb between my legs, affecting my speech. Luke reached around and began rubbing my clit. The cluster of nerves was so sensitive, that it was almost painful.

“That’s right, baby. You are mine.”

Luke increased the movement of his fingers, rubbing furiously against my clit and my dead limbs began to jerk.

“Come for me,” he demanded in a whisper, and I exploded around him. Luke drove deep one last time and collapsed on top of me. I could feel the mixture of our wetness beginning to slide down my legs. I remember Luke leaving and then returning, placing something cool between my legs, then covering me and turning out the light. I also remember the sound of the door closing behind him as he left the room.

Chapter 4

Dallas

It’s dark where I am. There is only a sliver of light that shines underneath the closed door. I can’t see anyone in the room with me, but I can hear screaming. Loud screams that sound like a woman pleading and begging for her life. Red. I recognize her voice immediately, even though it is muffled by uncontrollable sobs. I struggle to get to her, but something is holding me down. I try to break free, but whatever has me won’t let me go. The door opens slowly, and the room is bathed in light. I don’t see who is at the door, but the screams have stopped and there is only silence. Something is thrown at my feet and I look down to see a bloody tongue on the dusty concrete slab of my barn.

“Dallas, baby, it’s me. Wake up.”

Luke’s sweet voice is beside me and I am cradled in his arms. I look down and see that we are in my bed and the light is on. I thought I would find Luke fully dressed, but he was naked under the covers with me and looked like he had been there for quite some time.