Loving Dallas

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relentlessly into her, gripping her ass with flesh-denting fingers while she calls out my name.
    Fuck. Yes.
    I need more of her, need her spread out on the bed for me, so I stand and lift her in my arms. Her breathless cry drives my efforts as I practically sprint to the bed. Once I’ve lowered her as gently as I can manage, I divest her of the pretty lace dress that’s been taunting me all night. Robyn must sense that my patience is wearing dangerously thin because she unhooks her bra and flings it across the room like a grenade.
    “You are so fucking beautiful,” I tell her, the words exiting my mouth without my permission. “It shouldn’t even be legal to look this fucking delectable naked.”
    She blushes all over like I’d hoped she would and I want to lick every single flushed inch of skin. Supple breasts tipped with pale pink nipples beg me to devour them. Who am I to deny them?
    My mouth descends on the left then the right, and all I can think is What does she put on her skin to make it taste so fucking sweet? I don’t often indulge in dessert but I’d help myself to an entire meal of Robyn Breeland every single day if my life allowed.
    Her fingers rake hard into my hair and she uses the leverage to pull my face to hers.
    “Please, Dallas. Please, now.” It’s a blatant plea and her voice is shaking.
    Fuck me running, she’s begging.
    Robyn is literally begging me to fuck her and I am adrift in a sea of hedonistic pleasure-filled waters I don’t know how to navigate. All I can do is give in to my need for her, the need to part, fuck, and fill her right this moment.
    My arms wrap her upper body and drag her roughly up the bed. We’re on top of the covers but there’s no time to remedy this. Robyn’s hands pull greedily at my shirt and I help her yank it over my head. It goes the way of her lacy white bra to an unknown corner.
    Her fingers deftly begin unfastening my jeans and I can’t help but let out a low chuckle at how eager my girl is tonight. We’ve passed the point of no return and I am so fucking relieved she isn’t the type to play games with me or start spouting shit about what this means or change her mind at the last minute.
    Her eyes are filled with fiery desire burning brighter by the minute. They drop to my cock when it springs free from my boxer briefs. I kick those to the floor along with my jeans, realizing a second too late that I need my wallet.
    “Fuck.”
    As if she’s reading my mind—hell, maybe she is—Robyn twists beneath me and leans over the side of the bed.
    “I’ll get it,” she rasps out.
    Her bare ass is like a juicy apple I want to take a bite of. Before I can act on that particular impulse, she’s back up and thrusting the condom wrapper at me.
    I tear the foil with my teeth and toss it aside once I’ve plucked the contents out like a precious pearl from an oyster.
    “Was it always that big?” Her eyes are round as she watches me roll the latex over myself.
    “I’ll be careful with you, baby.” I part her legs with one hand and I can feel how stiff her body has become. “Promise.”
    “It’s, um, been a while, Dallas. So just, you know. Go easy at first, please.”
    I nod, knowing my caveman behavior probably scared the shit out of her. Or maybe it really is the size of my dick or the fact that she hasn’t had sex in a while. Another possessive surge of testosterone powers through me and I’m suddenly feeling competitive, which is not a sensation I’ve ever associated with sex. It’s not a sport, nor should it be treated like one, and yet, something about her admission makes me want to claim her, imprint myself all over her so that no one else will ever measure up.
    “Dallas.” Her hands come up to either side of my face. “Stay here, in this moment, with me. Please.”
    I nod again because I can’t seem to find words.
    She arches up to brush her lips against mine and the kiss turns dirty in an instant, pulling me down onto her and in the next

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