CHAPTER 17
Dallas
The sun isn’t quite shining through the windows, but I’m awake and stroking Paige’s back while she sleeps. She looks like an angel in my bed—an erotic angel with her plump ass barely concealed by the sheet. I wonder what she’d look like in one of those gauzy lingerie things, the kind that pushes up a woman’s tits, making her waist appear tiny and her hips so fucking perfect. Hell, my girl’s ass would look amazing with only a G-string between her plump cheeks.
Add in a pair of fuck-me heels…
My dick gets on board, blood rushing to it.
She stirs, mumbling, “Is it time to get up?”
“Nope.” I drop a kiss on one of her shoulders. “It’s Sunday, and on non-game day Sundays, I make breakfast and feed my woman in bed.”
“You do?” She rolls over, treating me to mouthwatering breasts and tight pink nipples, and eyes me skeptically. “I didn’t read that about you.”
“This is just for you, bright eyes.” I can’t be offended; it’s my own fault for being an unapologetic ladies man for so long. Until now. Now I’m on the straight and narrow with the woman in my bed. “However, if you prefer I stay in bed and knock out another orgasm or two, I’m the man for the job.”
A rosy blush starts at her chest and travels up her neck, all the way to her face. “Both.”
“Mmm. My girl is so damn greedy for what I can do for her.” I push her onto her stomach and climb on top of her, rubbing my straining dick against her perfect ass. “Lay just like this and let me take care of you, sweetheart.”
“Okay.”
I roll off her and run my hand up her thighs, then between her legs where my fingers find her pussy wet. “I’m going to fuck you like this, bright eyes. Nice and slow at first, then when you can’t take it anymore, I’m going to feed your pussy my cock.”
Her pussy clamps down on my fingers.
I nip at her shoulder. “Kiss me first.”
She turns her head, and I lean in to capture her sweet lips. In a matter of seconds, my fingers are buried fully in her tight pussy while she sucks on my tongue. I pump my fingers in and out, making her body jump.
“Please… I want your cock now.” Paige’s face turns bright pink. Knowing her, it’s half because of her excitement and half because she said the word cock.
Removing my hand, I get up on my knees behind her and pull her hips up so her pussy lines up with my dick. I tease her ass with a finger that’s covered with her arousal. “Get a condom out, beautiful.”
With a whimper, Paige crawls sideways to the edge of the bed and grabs a condom from the box I left on the bedside table. “Here.”
I use my free hand to grab it because there is no way in hell I’m stopping what I’m doing. She pushes against me, sending my finger deeper into her ass.
“You like that.” It’s not a question. I know she does.
“Yes,” she says on a whimper.
“Gotta stop to put on the condom.”
“Don’t stop!”
“Give me a second and I’ll make you feel real good again.” I put the condom on and rub the head against her.
“Please—just a little bit longer with your fingers.”
She’s so perfect like this, her legs spread, her ass up as she waits for me to give her what she needs. “Since you asked so nicely.”
I start to tease her clit again. She nearly falls forward into the headboard, but I catch her at the last second.
“I got you.”
She sighs thickly, in a good way. “Magic hands.”
“What about my cock?” I rub it against her pussy, then press the head inside. “You like this?”
“Yes,” she moans. “Yes. Yes. Yes.”
With a smile, I push the rest of the way in and savor the feel of her pussy clamping down on me like a velvet-covered vise because Paige is so tight I can barely move at first. I pop my thumb from her ass and rub my hand down her spine, urging her to relax. She’s not a virgin and contrary to popular commentary, I’m not that fucking big.
What’s the use of an extra-large cock if it can’t be used to please a woman?
I grab her ass, pulling it to me and thrusting again.
Slowly.
Deliberately.
Making sure she’s wet, willing, and with me the entire way.
Her honey-colored hair spills over her back and onto the pillow, and I grab a thick section of it, pulling it tight. She moans, her pussy getting so wet that it eases my tight strokes.
She starts talking about how good I feel. How hard I am and how wet she is. How much she loves my cock, my hand, and my mouth.
I don’t think she knows half what she’s saying, but I’m not going to stop her. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard in my life. Sex with Paige is the best fuck I’ve ever had.
I smack her ass a little, enjoying the way it jiggles and how my handprint looks. She squeals and presses against me.
“Want more?”
“Yes. Yes. Yes.”
I give her what she wants, smacking her plump ass until it’s cherry red, she’s creaming all over me, and I’m mumbling stats under my breath so I won’t come before she does.
“Play with your clit, baby.”
Without hesitation, she touches herself, her cool fingers brushing against my cock every so often. A few thrusts later, she goes off like a rocket, screaming my name.
I join her two seconds later, breathing heavily and feeling like a motherfucking champion. This is better than the Super Bowl.
“I’ve died and gone to best-sex-ever land,” Paige says as I pull out of her. She flops down on her back, chest heaving and her pretty tits bouncing with each breath.
“Can I quote you on that? Maybe take a picture and put it up on Insta?” I ask teasingly.
She rolls her eyes. “Like you need help blowing up your ego.”
I hold up my hand. “I swear to only let you blow my dick.”
In response, I get a pillow to the side of the head. I crumple to the bed, like I’ve just been hit by the Cowboys biggest defensive end.
“I thought you wanted exclusivity.”
She gives me an adorable mock glare. “I’m very close to changing my mind.”
“Would my previous offer of breakfast in bed prevent you from going to the dark side?”
She taps her jaw, her eyes sparkling as I remove the condom and tie it off before tossing it in the trash can on the left side of the bed. “Maybe.”
Running my hands down my chest, I bite my lip and tug on my balls before moving on to stroke my dick. “What about if I fuck you again?”
“As in right now?” Her gaze drops to my hand. “Holy crap.”
“I’m in my prime, both sexually and physically. I only took it easy on you last night so we could have fun today.”
“We had sex two more times last night.”
“That was two less than I’d hoped for.” I manage to keep a straight face. While I can go all night long, three times in one night for a woman who obviously hasn’t had sex in a long time was enough. Sure, the caveman side of me would love to see her walking a little sideways, but the real man in me isn’t interested in quantity like he is in quality.
I’m a giver like that.
She licks her lips, her pink tongue giving me a semi. “I really need breakfast first. And a shower.”
Letting go of my cock, I lean forward and take her mouth in a possessive show for no other reason than I want to and can. “Go relax in my tub. I’ll serve you in there.”
“Really?” Her eyes open, and I’m struck at the emotion shining in them.
“Yes, really. Enjoy yourself.” I glance to one side. “I might have some Bath and Body Works bubble stuff in there.” She starts giggling, and my heart flips in my chest at the sound. “Don’t you tell anyone either.”
“Far be it from me to report that Dallas Drake likes to get his bubble bath on.” She laughs even harder until I kiss her again, silencing her with my tongue and lips until she moans into my mouth and puts her hands on my chest.
Reluctantly, I sit up. “I’m not going to fall for your womanly ways.”
“My what?” She smiles in confusion and happiness all the way to her eyes.
“You know. Tempting me with your naughty bits so I’ll pleasure you again.”
“You’re not exactly giving me chaste thoughts,” she points out.
“I know I’m not.” I stand up and stretch, pushing out my chest and making sure I move my hips so my erection swings. Her eyes go straight to it.
My prim librarian is all about the naughty side of life, and I fucking love it.
“Dallas, I think I want to—”
“Take your bath. I’ll be back.” I grab a pair of pajamas pants from the top dresser drawer and get out of there before I can’t leave.