“No, that’s not…” She blushed, and I raised an eyebrow. “Um…I’m not on anything.”
“Good.”
“What?” Brynn squeaked, adorably.
“You heard me, beautiful. I’m not wearing a condom with you. I don’t want anything between us, and I won’t be pulling out.” I kissed her hard just as I surged forward until I was balls deep inside her. She cried out into my mouth, and her body locked up tight—including her pussy which clamped around my dick, severely testing my control. I hated that I’d caused her pain. “Breathe, beautiful,” I mumbled against her lips. “I’m so sorry. It will pass. Just breathe for me.”
Brynn slowly inhaled, and as oxygen filled her body, she began to relax, little by little. I kissed her again, drawing back the passion that had been chased away by the pain. My hands explored, testing her sensitive spots and building her anticipation. When I was nearing the point I wouldn’t be able to hold back any longer, I shifted my hips experimentally.
“Oooooooh,” Brynn moaned as she closed her eyes and circled my waist with her legs.
Thank fuck. I began to move, slow and steady at first. Then I picked up speed as her moans and cries of ecstasy echoed around the room. “Damn, beautiful,” I rasped. “You’re doing so good. Taking all of me like you were made to do. Oh, fuck yeah.”
“Oh, Dash–”
“Dallas, baby,” I corrected. For some reason, as much as I hated it, I needed to hear her calling my real name. “You call me Dallas when I’m fucking you.”
“Dallas?” she repeated, staring at me as she tried to focus.
“My real name, beautiful.”
Her cheeks turned pink, and she smiled back at me, her amber pools a little clearer. “I like it. It’s sexy.”
I grinned. “Good. Now, let’s see how loud I can make you scream it.”
Brynn’s whole face flamed red, but she forgot all about her embarrassment when I pulled out and slammed home hard enough to make the bed bang into the wall. Luckily, my room was at the end of the hall and separated from the next one by my private bathroom. Besides the noise of the bed, I was glad we were removed enough that people wouldn’t hear Brynn’s sounds that were for my ears only.
I repeated the slow exit and hard thrust back in.
“Dallas!” she cried out, arching her back and bucking her hips up to meet mine.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” I groaned. I lost all control and began pounding in and out, fast and a little wild. The headboard was destroying the paint job on the wall, and I didn’t have one fuck to give. “Oh, yeah, Brynn. Fuck! Fuck! Oh, fuck!”
Brynn was writhing in need, yelling my name and begging for more. Her pussy was fighting to let go of my cock, and my spine began to tingle again. I bent my head and sucked on her nipples as I slipped a hand between us to rub her clit.
“Come, beautiful,” I commanded. “I want to feel this hot little pussy milking my cock.”
She pressed her head back into the pillow beneath it and let out an ear-piercing scream as her climax rolled over her.
“This mouthwatering, lush body was made to carry our babies,” I growled in her ear. “I want you to take every fucking drop inside you.” Then the feel of her pussy walls massaging my cock pushed me over the edge with her, and I roared, “Brynn! Fuuuuuuck!”
7
Brynn
Tonight hadn’t gone at all how I’d expected. Instead of spending hours cleaning an office building, I was cuddled against my boss, naked in his bed after giving him my virginity. I wasn’t quite sure how the night had taken such a sharp turn—besides the whole stumbling across them cleaning up a murder scene thing—but I didn’t regret what had happened between us.
Not when it brought me so much pleasure. Physical and emotional.
Our chemistry was strong, and my heart had melted when Dash had said there was only me from now on. Maybe some people would judge me for falling into bed with him so quickly—especially without a condom—but they could go jump off a cliff for all I cared. Life was too short for that kind of negativity. And tough.
Dash was offering me a chance at happiness, and I was going to grab hold with both hands. It had been so long since I’d had someone who truly cared about me in my life. Dash had already shown more concern for my well-being than my sister had since I’d arrived in town. She was too busy walking on eggshells with her creepy boyfriend to worry about me. She probably wouldn’t even notice if I didn’t come back when I’d told her I’d be home after work. But with how closely he paid attention to me, I had a feeling Dash wouldn’t miss if I was even a minute late if he was expecting me to be somewhere.