Saving Dallas (Saving Dallas 1)
Luke sat back on his heels stroking his massive cock that I knew was going to rip me to pieces. He looked so good on his knees in front of me, completely naked and stroking himself. I could feel my body responding. I was dripping wet and my nipples were so hard they almost hurt.
“Fuck me. Please.” The yearning I had for his cock had me saying things I had never said. I was begging this man to fuck me, beat me, use me as a slave -- I would have done anything to have him inside me at that moment.
“Get on your knees.” My breath hitched in my throat at the sound of his deep voice and the direction of order. Not needing to be told twice, I got on all fours crawling bringing me face to face with him. I could see the veins bulging in his neck and hear his ragged breath. “Turn around,” he said, once again in his authoritative voice. I turned around sitting up on my knees bringing my back to his stomach. He grabbed my hip with his hand firmly -- his palm pressing into the side of my ass. I sucked the air in between my teeth, not from enjoyment, but from pain. I had forgotten about the bruises and soreness up until this point. Apparently, Luke did too and mistaking my intake of breath for pleasure instead of agony, he ground harder.
“Ah! Ah!” I cried, arching my back and slightly pulling away from him. His hand immediately released me then I could feel his thumb rubbing over the top part of my ass. He let out an exasperated sigh and collapsed on his back beside me putting his arm over his face.
“What the fuck am I doing?” he asked all the hot bedroom talk completely out of his voice.
“Yes, what the fuck are you doing?” I asked him, still on my knees and completely confused.
“This is wrong. This isn’t me and it’s not you either. I am no better than that sorry bastard I beat the shit out of last night,” he said, still talking with his arm over his eyes and sounding completely defeated.
“Ok, I’m confused. I want this. I begged for this. What’s the problem?”
“The problem is I have done things wrong for so long, and with you, I want to do them right.”
“Are you fucking kidding me!?” I practically screamed. I jumped off the bed and stomped in the bathroom. “Here I am, allowing you to see me naked, twice,” I said sticking my head out of the bathroom to make sure he was listening. He was now sitting up in the bed with a pillow covering up his package. “Then...” I continued while stomping around the bathroom, “I let you sleep with me, but only after you drove me to an undisclosed location. Then I wake this morning to be confronted with Blondie the Bitch, pour my heart and soul out to you, bring you to my house, give you the code to the gate, do a fucking strip tease for you, and you can’t even fuck me?” I was panting by the time I turned the shower on and stepped in. “And now you are on some guilt trip about celibacy. Let me guess, you want to wait twenty dates? Well this is not the ‘forty year old fucking virgin,’” I screamed to the showerhead.
Suddenly the curtain was snatched open and Luke was standing there in all his glory. “You are cute when you’re mad. First of all…,” he said holding a finger up silencing me when I started to snap on his ass again. “I don’t feel guilty about anything. I just like you, a lot and I want things to be different with us. Secondly, I’m sorry about last night and today. I know things are moving fast, that’s another reason I want to slow down a little. And thirdly, that was the best lap dance I have ever had in my life. Were you once a stripper?” I playfully slapped at him while he laughed at me, my fury gone, replaced with only mild disappointment. He wrapped his arms around me, kissing me tenderly.
“Well, will you at least join me for a shower?” I asked poking my lip out.
“Babe, nothing could stop me from getting in here with you,” he replied stepping into the shower.
“Oh yeah?” I reached around cutting off the hot water causing us both to squeal and lose some of that sexual tension that was building between us once again.
Chapter 5
A cold shower was just what we both needed. We managed to keep our distance from one another, barely making eye contact. I stepped out of the shower, drying off quickly, and made my way into the walk-in closet -- shutting the door behind me to give Luke some privacy.