Each stroke of my tongue opens her wider for me until I am dead center, lashing 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 instant, into her.
Fuuuuuck.
I don’t know if I thought it or said it out loud.
I forgot this. Somehow in the years of struggling to make music while making ends meet, I forgot how perfectly I fit inside her, how her body was always seemingly molded for mine. It’s a tight fit, but the friction only serves to massage my dick while I slide all the way inside.
“Goddammit, Robyn. It’s like you were made for me.”
She moans into my ear and it only encourages me to keep talking dirty.
“Were you waiting for my cock, baby? Needing me to fill that perfect pretty little pussy of yours, sweetheart? All you had to do was ask.”
She rocks hard against me, all requests for taking it easy seemingly forgotten.
“Go deeper, Dallas. I want all of it in deep.”
Lord have mercy on my soul, this woman will be the death of me.
I ram hard into her and the blunt force of impact shoves a noise from her throat I could hear while being stabbed and die a happy man.
“That’s it, good girl. Take it all.” I go in deep and hard a few more strokes before I have to back it down or risk embarrassing myself. Even though I didn’t volunteer the information, it’s been a while for me, too.
Her legs wrap my waist and in an acrobatic move we’ve never before performed, I lift her up onto my dick and impale her again and again like we’re training for a sex triathlon while she clings to my body.
“Oh my God,” she moans into my ear. “You feel so good inside me. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
I rake my teeth across her throat because I am really and truly gone from the world of right and wrong and acceptable behavior while fucking.
“I have no intentions of stopping until you beg me to. And maybe not even then.”
Her walls clench around me in a quivering throb of warning. She’s close.
“Can you take it, Robyn? If I keep on fucking you right through your first orgasm?”
“I don’t—” She interrupts herself to let out a moan and grips me tighter. “I don’t know.”
“Only one way to find out.”
With that, I pull out and lower her back onto the mattress. Her expression twists into one that tells me she’s unhappy with this development. I let out another low, dark laugh, realizing I can read her mind a little, too.
“Don’t pout, pretty girl. I’m going to make it all better.”
Sliding my slick erection down her center and back inside of her eases the tension in her facial features. Placing my thumb on her damp clit and my mouth on her left breast I begin the divine torture that is drawing out her orgasm. I rotate fucking, sucking, and circling until she screams my name. Then I move to the right breast and begin again, nipping the tips of her breasts with my teeth just hard enough to hurt.
“Louder, baby. I think there are hotel guests at the end of the hall that still can’t hear you.”
An incoherent string of supplications for me to stop, don’t stop, harder, punctuated by ohmygods and fucks and more of my name slip out of her mouth like adulations she’s memorized for this specific occasion.
I’d been confidently assuming I’d make her come at least twice if not more before I took my own release from her body, but I am caught off guard when Robyn’s walls begin launching an aggressive assault on my dick. Her pussy becomes a tight fist determined to milk me dry, and I lose myself in the push and the pull of it, coming right along with her as she spirals out into oblivion.
Letting go never felt so good.
12 | Robyn
DALLAS COLLAPSES ON MY BARE CHEST, OUR SWEAT-SLICK BODIES melding together like liquefied metal. My previously erected steel façade obviously had some weak areas I forgot to address. Particularly in the area around my vagina, it would seem.
As much as I want to chastise myself for letting this happen, the residual euphoria from being so thoroughly fucked won’t allow it.