Saving Dallas Forever (Saving Dallas 3)

“Well, you try to talk to them. Do your best to make them see things from your point of view. If it doesn’t work out, or if it creates a war, at least you tried. Don’t be so hard on yourself, LLC. You’re a great leader, a great brother and you’re good with people. You will find a way to make this work so that it benefits you both.” I was proud of my pep talk, although I was sure it wouldn’t do much good.

“Thanks, babe. Now, get your fine ass off my cock before I fuck you and make everyone late.” He grabbed my hips and threw me off him, not giving me the chance to remove myself. I landed on my back with a bounce, and before my back was back on the mattress, he was between my legs and moving the hair out of my face. “Kiss me,” he whispered, his eyes lingering on my lips. I pulled his head to mine, my fingers tightening around his short locks and slid my tongue through his full, smooth lips. He thrusts his hips into me, the hardness of his cock pushing through his thin shorts and against my hot center that was wet and ready for him. All too soon, he pulled away, leaving me lying in a breathless heap, full of need and want.

“Just a quickie,” I suggested, closing my legs trying to find a hint of a release.

“No such thing with you, babe. If I get started I won’t want to stop. Here’s an idea, play with yourself while I get dressed.” I gasped at him in astonishment at his absurd request.

“I most definitely will not,” that is, not until you leave. Masturbation was something I was perfect at, but I preferred to do it alone, and in the dark, without him watching me.

“Come on, babe. You know you want to,” he said with a smirk, as he removed his shorts and left me with an eyeful of him in a pair of tight, grey boxer briefs. How did he keep them from cutting off circulation to that huge dick he housed in there? “Please?” he begged with an exaggerated pout, sticking his lip out.

“No.” I said firmly, wishing he would hurry up and leave so I could get to business, or stay and finish the business himself. He walked back to the bed, kneeling before me as he pulled my knees apart, running his finger between my lips and to my entrance, then repeating the motion. My eyes rolled back in my head and my back arched involuntarily at the feel of his touch. He slid his long, middle finger inside me, treating me to a delicious fingering as my hands grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it up, revealing my breasts. I covered them with my hands, giving them a light squeeze before I pinched my nipples, arching my back again, as the sensation of what I was doing to myself and what he was doing to me took over my body’s movements. He grabbed my right hand, pulling it down to place it on to my pussy. I instinctively found the small nub that was throbbing in anticipation of my touch. I moved my fingers in a circular motion, applying just the right amount of pressure in just the right spot to bring me to that orgasm I longed for. I felt Luke shift as his finger was pulled from inside me, but was too deep in the moment to care, as his words caressed me just as his finger had.

“That’s right baby. Play with that sweet pussy for me. I love watching you like this, pleasuring yourself. Just like me, you know just the right places to touch to send you over the edge. When I get home tonight, I am going to fuck you again, and again, and again. I’m going to start from your toes, and lick all the way up to your neck, stopping at your sweet pussy so I can get it wet and ready for my big cock-“ I cut off his speech with my moans, as I let his words and my fingers bring me to that seventh heaven I refer to as orgasm central. That beautiful place that washes all sense of reality from your mind as it is replaced with a mind-blowing sensation that is the best ten seconds of your day. My body relaxed, sinking further into the mattress as I came back to reality from my orgasmic state of “I don’t give a fuck.” When my eyes fluttered open with a smile, I found a fully dressed Luke, standing before me, smirking in victory.

“You’re an ass.” I muttered through my smile, pulling my shirt down and crossing my legs.

“I am a very happy ass who will be readjusting his cock all night when he thinks of the last time he saw you.” He leaned down and kissed me sweetly, rubbing his thumb over my jaw as his hand held my neck. “I love you, babe. See you when I get back.”