"I'm a mind reader." She ran her fingers through his hair.
"I am, too. Right now…" He looked up at her and lapped at her mound. "I can tell you want to grab my hair and pull me into your pussy."
She fisted her hands in his hair. "Would it do any good?" She tugged lightly. "You seem to want to torture me instead of please me."
"I am a mean bastard, but when you climax higher than you ever have before, you'll thank me." He rubbed his face in her soft, trimmed hair and glanced up at her.
"You talk a good fuck, but I need you to prove it."
His hips slammed forward at the nasty word coming out of her sweet mouth. A lady, an angel, but with a little bit of devil poking its way out just for him.
Grabbing her wrist, he pulled her off balance as he stood, and caught her up in his arms. "Comin' right up, ma'am."
She kissed his shoulder. "Gotta get you naked, first."
Her sweet gesture made his belly flutter. He walked to the far side of the bed, furthest from the window. He didn't want anyone to see her, but she was so beautiful in the sunlight, he hated to close the curtains. He laid her gently on the mattress.
Kira's hair fanned around her head. Against the red comforter, her pale skin glowed with life. She ran her hands on the satin then writhed her body over it. "Slippery. This will be fun."
He unbuttoned his jeans, unzipped, and tugged them off, along with his socks.
"Tightie whities? Really?" She stared at where his cock tented the briefs.
"Gotta keep everything in control." It struck him that his underwear was a metaphor for his life.
"Time to lose control, Dallas." She propped up on her elbows and gestured toward his groin. "And time to lose those drawers." She licked her lips, deliberately teasing him. "Take it off, cowboy, and let loose of your epic restraint."
Was he that easy to read? That was what he'd become over the years, and even more so since Layna's betrayal. "How's this for no restraint?" He turned his back to her. The sun pouring in the window warmed his back and highlighted him like he was on stage. His shadow loomed large on the wall in front of him. He lifted his arms and flexed.
"Oh yes, big guy." Her voice purred low and sexy. "Give me something to dream about."
He grabbed the sides of his underwear and flexed again, concentrating on his back muscles.
"Damn, cowboy! You should be doing this on stage."
"Ha." He could loosen up a bit in front of her. In public? It'd scare the shit out of him. "This is a private show, for one…" He leered at her over his shoulder. "…lucky lady."
"Oh baby, do it."
He slowly peeled his drawers down his ass, letting them catch under it, showcasing it for her.
"Sweet ass. Shake it for me."
"Shake it?" He shrugged. "I wouldn't know how to begin to do that."
She laughed. "Wiggle it then? Please?"
"For you, sweetheart, I'll try." He jerked his hips side to side, then found a circular rhythm, one that he'd like to use with his cock deep inside Kira's hot pussy. His head leaked a drop of pre-cum.
"Cowboy, I'm going to be thinking of this tonight when the girls and I are at the strip club. Nobody will compare to you."
Time to stop fucking around and get down to it. He pulled off his underwear, turned, and flashed her a full hard-on as he flexed his muscles.
Her gaze zoomed to his stiff cock. The drop of natural lube glistened in the sun. She sat up then crawled across the bed to him, her eyes feral, her tongue tracing her lips.
Heat bloomed at the base of his spine and every male part around it started tingling. He stepped closer to the bed.
With her face an inch from the tip of his cock, she stopped. "You're so big, Dallas. Thick and long." She looked up at him. "I want this in my mouth. In my pussy. Between my tits. And in my ass."
Flares shot up his spine and popped off in his head. He grabbed her hair and tipped her head back. "Taste me."
Her lips curved into a wicked smile as she shifted closer and took his head into her mouth, licking his slit.
His ass tightened, his balls contracted, and with one more flick of her tongue, he'd be gone. He pulled back. "Sweetheart, you don't know how close I am, how desperate you make me." Dallas eased her back onto the comforter. "But this cowboy's a gentleman, and it's 'ladies first'."
She wiggled and shivered. "I like the sound of that." She lay on the bed, a temptation he couldn't resist.
He lay perpendicular to her, his head at her hip. His palm made circles on her thigh. "All I can think of is these gorgeous legs wrapped around my head."
"Mmmm." She arched her back. "Please."
He liked it when she begged. Rolling her onto her side away from him, he kissed her tattoo, licked the seam of her ass, and lifted her leg. Nuzzling his way between her legs, he lowered her leg.
Her thighs pressed on each side of his head, cutting off all sense of hearing. He grasped her legs, holding her there. He licked the tender flesh of her inner thighs, the taste of her skin melding with the juices of her arousal.
"Sweet, like honey." He ran his tongue along the soft, peachy lips of her pussy. "I could stay here forever."
****
Kira's brain fuzzed and dimmed. Her sexy cowboy with his head between her legs had already stoked her so high and hot, she could come with his next lick. She'd never experienced anything as tender and sensual as Dallas's seduction.
Lying on her side, she looked down and forced her eyes open. The dimming in her head was due to the sun dropping below the mountains, but the fuzzing was all him.
His dark head lay on her thigh, his short hair soft against her skin. His hands on her legs held her where he wanted her as his lips created magic that pulsed in her core and flooded her pussy.
"God, you taste good." His muffled voice reached her as he sucked her swollen folds into his mouth.
Reaching down with one hand, Kira tunneled her fingers through his hair. Her breathing sped and her hips and ass tightened. Tingles of pleasure raced through her belly and climbed her spine to batter at the precarious control she held over her looming orgasm.
He shifted and his tongue plunged into her slit, fucking her in a slow rhythm that started her shaking.
"Dallas, I'm close."
"Sweetheart, hang on. I haven't eaten my fill yet."
She dropped her head back and concentrated on holding off, centering her thoughts on his talented mouth.
Placing hot, open-mouthed kisses on her pussy lips, he touched her everywhere he could reach. Her thighs, her mound, then, finally, her clit. His lips sucked her bud, gently at first, then he nipped it between his teeth and set his tongue fluttering quickly, ingenious little flicks that sent a bolt of heat racing up her spine to blow her control to pieces and send her spinning wildly into a manic orgasm.
He held her bucking hips as she left her body and twisted through waves of pleasure so intense, she couldn't catch her breath. Darkness engulfed her, punctuated by lightning streaks of delight as his tongue worked faster, sending her deeper.
Another orgasm ricocheted through her, making her scream with bliss. She reached complete weightlessness and slowly descended, returning to her body, regaining her brain function, and quivering down low where Dallas softly kissed her and lapped up her juices.
"Sweetheart. Nothing has ever been so right."
"So good," she managed to pant. Twin orgasms that shook her, body and soul. Could she survive the orgasms he'd give her with his cock pounding deep into her?
He lifted her leg, left the bed, and within seconds spooned himself behind her, holding her tight, kissing her ear, her neck, and whispering gentle words. His cock lay hard and hot against her ass.
"Dallas." She forced open her eyes to see the spectacular colors of the sunset over the twinkling lights of Vegas. "You were brilliant."
He chuckled, and the vibration worked its way into her. "Glad I pleased you, ma'am." He nibbled her shoulder. "Twice, if my accounting is correct."
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A lazy smile curved her mouth and she turned to look at him.
In the evocative lighting, his eyes shone, dark and passionate.
He kissed her, filling her with the taste of beer and whiskey combined with his natural spiciness and the lingering taste of her own juices. His scent invaded her and she breathed deeply of musky male.
Her nipples puckered and a chill raced along her spine. She wanted more. Wanted all of him, inside her, on top of her, taking her, taking what he wanted from her.
"Kira." He whispered the words against her lips. "Let me make love to you."
Her chest froze, her heart sped. Not fuck. Make love. "Yes. Take me, Dallas." She could feel herself sliding in too deep. Did she care? She'd never really been in love. This could be her chance to experience what Gigi called "the best feeling she could ever imagine."
He rolled on top of her, pressing her down into the comforter. "Am I too heavy?"
His concern warmed her. "No. You feel…perfect."
Rearing up a little, he lifted a brow. "No one's ever called me perfect before. You sure you're in your right mind?"
"Uh, I really don't know where my head is at right now." She cupped his cheeks in her palms. "But I don't want to let this mood go." Pulling up, she pressed a quick kiss to his lips. "Got a condom?"
He grinned and showed her his right hand. "Yep." Ripping the packet with his teeth, he opened it then rolled the latex onto his big shaft. He moved up, using his thighs to spread her legs.
Dropping back on the bed, she grasped his biceps. "I need you inside me."
With a groan, he cupped her pussy and slid one finger into her opening. "You're wet and hot and I don't want to wait another second."
"Then don't."
"Kira." He waited until she focused on him. "If I get too rough, if anything hurts, you yell 'stop' and I will."
Her chest ached with the thought of his concern for her. "I think I'd like it rough, cowboy." She reached down and grabbed his cock.
It pulsed in her hand and he jerked his hips forward.
Guiding the hard shaft to her pussy, she lifted her hips from the bed, filling herself with the big head of his cock.
"Damn, Kira." His voice shook. "Give a guy a break."
Chapter Five
Kira smiled at the power she held over him. "No." She lay back on the bed, looking up at him with eyes that blurred with her rising lust. She wasn't giving Dallas any chance to slow down.
He shook his head once, twice, then his gaze locked with hers as he slid his thick staff deep inside her.
The feeling of fullness burned through her, tightening her core and throbbing in her tender clit. "Feels so good." Had she said it aloud or just in her head?
"You're…" His head dropped as he withdrew and pushed back in again. "So fucking tight."
She clenched around him, closing her eyes to absorb every sensation.
"Aw hell." He pulled back and slammed into her. "I'm gonna embarrass myself, but sweetheart, when you do that little thing you just did, I know I won't last the full eight seconds."
A surprised laugh escaped her chest.
He narrowed his eyes. "I wanted this to go a while. But you're too damn hot."
"Ride me, cowboy. This time, fast and wild. Next time, slow and sweet."
"I promise. Next time…hours and hours." Moving up to kneel between her legs, he planted one hand on the bed above her shoulder, grabbed her leg, and lifted it, holding it in the crook of his arm. "Can't hold back, Kira. You're so fucking sexy."
The new position, the angle of his cock, let him drive into her deeper. Beads of sweat formed on his brow. His hips worked, pumping his thick cock into her, dragging it out and pushing in again. Each stroke grazed against her g-spot.
Grabbing fistfuls of comforter, she let herself slide into the fog that promised another unruly orgasm.
He grunted and moaned her name as he pistoned into her, her body held in place only by his arm at her shoulder.
"I like it rough." She panted the words as her vision went white, her hearing faded, and rushing sensations shimmied up her body from her core.
Dallas moved faster, pumped into her harder, his groans becoming louder until he shouted, "Fuck, Kira, take it, take all of me."
She exploded into darkness, knowing only the hard banging of Dallas's hips against hers, the joy of her climax echoing through her, and the sure knowledge that her cowboy could have her, body and soul, if he wanted her.
With two final pumps, Dallas nose-dived into the comforter beside her, then rolled, taking her with him to lie on top of him.
His breath panted from his chest, his heart beat rapidly, and his forehead shone with sweat.
She kissed the spot over his heart. She could lie here forever.
"Aw jeez, sweetheart, I'm sorry."
She lifted her head and looked into his dark eyes. "Sorry?"
"I didn't mean to be so rough."
Digging her nails into his chest, she made her smile sensual. "Cowboy, it was perfect. I like it when you're unleashed."
"You do, huh?" He grinned. "Kira, sweetheart, when we have sex, there'll be very few times when I'm on the leash."
"Good." She imagined him taking her from behind, or in the shower, or against a wall, or making her ride him hard and fast. "You're a fantasy come true."
With a groan, he pulled her in for a kiss. He possessed her, his tongue twining with hers, tasting her then sucking her tongue into his mouth where he captured it with his lips. He slowed the kiss when his cock hardened against her belly. "We've gotta get ready, don't we."
She checked the clock radio. "Half an hour. Figure fifteen minutes for a shower and makeup."
He traced her cheek with one finger. "You don't wear any makeup."
She batted her mascara-enhanced lashes. "Nature didn't give me these thick, black lashes, you know."
"Mm. Okay. So, that leaves us with fifteen minutes." He poked his hard shaft into her hip. "What should we do?"
Although she wanted desperately to repeat everything they just did, there was something hanging over them that she wanted to clear away. She made a face. "Can we talk?"
He dropped his head and threw his arms out to the side. "Words designed to soften any erection."
She laughed and smacked his chest. "Better to do it now than when we get back from the party tomorrow morning."
"True." He eased out from under her. "Hang on a second." He headed to the bathroom.
Kira stretched, feeling sore muscles and tingly flesh, but loving every twinge and ache because it came from Dallas making unleashed love to her.
She piled pillows up at the headboard and pulled back the comforter, climbing under the sheet. This conversation would be less awkward without nudity.
Dallas came out of the bathroom and pulled on his underwear. "Water?"
She nodded, he headed into the next room and came back with two ice cold bottles. Sitting back on the pillows next to her, he sighed. "Want me to start?"
"Yes, please." She touched his arm. "But tell me only what you feel comfortable sharing."
"All right." He picked at the label of his water bottle. "It was last summer, August, I think. I met Layna at a rodeo in northern California. We spent the night." He looked at her then glanced away. “I stayed the week. We hit it off. She came back with me to Reno."
He'd fallen hard and fast. It didn't seem like the Dallas she knew.
"After a few months, she hadn't found a job, and wanted access to my bank accounts, saying she wanted to take care of things around the apartment when I was on the road." He took a long pull of water. "When I said no, we argued."
Kira's nerves jangled. She could see where this was headed.
"Sometimes…" He looked at her, his eyes full of sorrow. "I'd come home and she'd have bruises."
She reached out but drew her hand back. She wanted so badly to comfort him, but he needed to get this out.
"She explained that she was a klutz, and that she want
ed to join the gym, but I wouldn't give her access to my accounts, so she couldn't." He smacked the bottle on his bare thigh. "I offered to set up automatic payments, and I gave her cash, lots of cash, enough to buy food and clothes and whatever else she needed. But she was angry that I didn't trust her with my account information."
He went silent for so long, she thought he might not be able to say any more.
Dallas hauled in a breath. "Around Thanksgiving, I knew it was over. I asked her to move out. Offered to pay for her gas back to California and a couple month's rent and expenses."
He stood and walked to the window. "She started shaking, begged me to reconsider. When I held her and told her we were through, she picked up her keys and looked at me. Her eyes were dead, lifeless. She said, 'You give me no choice, Dallas,' and she walked out."
"No choice?"
His head turned and he faced her. "I didn't know what it meant until the trial."
****
Every muscle, every bone in Dallas's body hurt as he told Kira the story of his last girlfriend. The last woman he'd made love to, the last woman he'd trusted—who made him the hollow shell he was today.
Kira sat up in bed and crossed her legs under the sheet, keeping it tucked firmly around her. "Until the trial? But that wasn't until last month."
He crossed his arms over his bare chest. "How did you know about that?" He barely held back his anger.
Her eyes opened wide.
"Your investigator, right?"
"Dallas, honestly, I didn't ask him to keep track of you." She reached out a hand. "Please. Come and sit."
He let go of the distrust that gut punched him at the smallest sign of a lie. Trudging over to her, he sat on the edge of the bed.
She dropped her hand. "He called me." She shook her head. "His contact in Reno let him know the results of the trial, and he thought I'd want to know." Clasping her hands in her lap, she started to speak a few times, before she said, "I'm sorry."
"It's okay. I'm guessing you wouldn't have come up to this suite with me if he hadn't told you I was innocent."
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