Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 13377 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 67(@200wpm)___ 54(@250wpm)___ 45(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13377 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 67(@200wpm)___ 54(@250wpm)___ 45(@300wpm)
Heat floods my cheeks when I think back to last night and this morning. I have to gulp down my lust as our conversation shifts to the science of making ice cream in a Ziploc bag. Frankie's enthusiasm to try anything is motivating and keeps my mind from wandering to the dirtier corners where I want to get Dallas alone once again.
We find ourselves in a familiar rhythm, preparing dinner and testing out a few of Frankie's bags of ice cream concoctions. Time flies by, and before I know it, I find myself gazing up from the balcony off their living room after Frankie heads to bed. The moon is sitting high in the night sky as the reflection of stars across the river twinkle over subtle waves. The calm and cool breeze feels great compared to the storms we've had.
Dallas joins me by wrapping his arms around me, keeping me warm in his embrace as we watch the quiet flow of the river.
"I'd love for you to spend the night, Rye," Dallas mutters. "But if you want to go home, I can have a car take you. I'm sure at least one of my drivers is on call."
I rest the back of my head against his chest, slowly shaking my head, "No. Don't do that. I don't want to drag anyone away from what they're doing. This isn't an emergency, and I don't have a problem crashing on the couch."
"What did I tell you about sleeping on the couch?" he says in a low growl. "That's not going to happen around me."
"What would you like to happen around you?" I ask him, rubbing the top of his hands as they continue to hold me around the waist.
"I'd rather feel something around me," he says against my ear, licking the shell and making me shiver.
The mild vibrations send signals directly to my nipples that harden under my shirt. He reaches his hands up to rub them. After noticing their perky delight, he slips a hand under the bottom to pinch and caress them. I grip the top of the balcony's glass wall to hold myself steady while Dallas uses his free hand to slip into my jeans.
My body shakes with anticipation as Dallas uses his mouth along my neck, his hand on my breast, and his fingers in my pussy to deliver an intense orgasm. There's a slight sliver of fear as I cry out when another orgasm washes over me.
"You can be as loud as you want out here. Those doors are soundproof," Dallas says, his voice dripping with dark promise.
However, I don't get to test that out just yet as he captures my lips in a passionate kiss that forces me to turn around and face him. My arms wrap around Dallas's neck as his knee nudges my legs apart after he slides my jeans down to the ground.
6
DALLAS
There's not a soul outside right now. At least no one that I can see or hear. But I have to admit that's a part of the intrigue. When Mariah spreads her legs for me, knowing we can get caught at any moment, she reveals she's just as adventurous as I am.
It doesn't take long to pull my cock out and bury it inside her walls. I sink myself into her, having to stoop down and push up for her pussy to engulf every throbbing inch. I don't want this to end quickly, but I also don't want to get caught out here by Frankie or a nosy neighbor.
Every stroke we make together feels like the perfect fit. Her walls contract and release around me, hugging my cock like it's missed me since the last time we were together a few hours ago this morning. The sound of her moist enjoyment coating every inch of my erection drives me to push in and out of her.
Instincts tell me to hoist her into my arms, having Rye's legs wrap around me as she begins to writhe against me. She's determined to make herself come. My knees nearly buckle as I walk us over to the patio furniture and bend that tight little ass of hers over a chair.
The animal inside of me that craves her, that wants to drown in her, drives me in and out of her with such force that she covers her own mouth from screaming out in ecstasy. Her wet satisfaction makes it easier for me to move in and out of her over and over again until I feel that earth-shattering quake of her thighs when she climaxes.
The crest of our orgasm carries us back inside and down the hall into my bedroom, where we spend the night trying to best one another with our sexual prowess. When the morning comes, we're spent but glowing at the possibility of our new lives.