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"I feel like I've always rushed with you," he whispered into my ear. "Because when I'm inside you, I can't think of anything else. All I want to do is fuck you until I come, then fuck you again. But I don't want to rush anymore. I want to enjoy you, to feel you. Really feel you. I'm sorry if I was in too much of a hurry." He shook his head, his brow creased.
"I never felt like you were in a hurry," I told him. "I'm flattered I turn you on so much."
There was no right way to fuck, only different ways. As long as you were attentive to the needs of your partner, and yourself, then anything goes. He never made me feel neglected or unappreciated. Exactly the opposite. I liked his enthusiasm. My pussy liked the attention; it was good for my ego. What girl doesn't want to feel wanted by someone she loves, whether it be sexual or emotional? In his case, it was both and I was here for it.
"You do." He thrust slightly faster a couple of times before slowing himself back down again. "I'm sorry," he said again.”
I cupped his cheek with my hand. "Never be sorry for being you. I wouldn't want you any other way. You're perfect just as you are, okay?" I raised my eyebrows at him, letting him know I meant what I said and wanted him to not only listen but agree. He was wonderful guy. I needed him to know that. I wanted him to see himself the way I saw him. As a guy who was more than worthy of my love and affection. Deserving of touching and being touched, embraced, held. Loved.
He managed a smile before giving in to the need to pound more rapidly. Much more like himself. He let out a long breath, like he'd held it in when he held himself back. Now, he gave me everything, driving into me over and over until he went still and came inside me.
As if him letting go triggered something in me, I came again, harder than before, once again pressing my lips together to hold in the sound. My pussy tightened around Dallas' cock, as if we might lock together forever. For those few moments, we were all but fused, two people become one.
Gradually, my muscles relaxed, letting him go again. For now.
"You're so incredible," he said breathlessly. "So amazing."
“No, you," I told him. I caught Jay's eye again. He looked uncomfortable, like he hated to be on the outer with us. Like he was trying to figure out what he could say that would make everything right. He glanced towards Atlas and sagged slightly.
Yeah, nothing was going to be that simple. At least not for a while.
I lay back, my heart gradually slowing, catching my breath.
In the corner of my consciousness, I was aware of movement outside the room. Footsteps and voices drawing closer.
A couple of moments later, the door was unlocked with a click and pushed open.
Chapter Ten
Chelsea
I expectedto see Jones with a minion or two in tow, but it wasn't him who walked through the door.
Instead, a woman stepped into the room. Around my age, maybe a handful of years older, her hair was cut short to frame her face. Her septum was pierced with a simple silver ring. Rows of matching sleepers decorated her earlobes.
She stalked towards us, the thighs of her leather pants making a swishing sound as she walked.
"I see you're awake," she said smoothly. The soles of her tall boots clicked on the floor as she walked toward the bed.
Atlas was on his feet now, watching her carefully.
"What an astute observation," I said sarcastically. I sat up, keeping the sheets over my breasts. I didn't give a shit if she knew what we were just doing, but I wasn't giving her an eyeful either.
She smiled, but the look in her eyes was shrewd and dangerous. "I'm known for my astute observations, Doctor Miller. And my ability to get what I want."
"What do you want?" Atlas stayed near the door, watching the couple of minions who'd entered the room behind her.
She ignored him. "I suggest you fix your clothes. Carlos will be here soon to have you all moved to another location. He told you about that, didn't he?" She didn't seem to care either way. "If you think he'll wait for you, you better think again. He won't hesitate to haul you all out naked in front of everyone." For some reason, that seemed to irritate her.
"I'm sure he wouldn't," I said.
"He better fucking not," Dallas growled. "He'll have to go past us."
She snorted derisively. "Sweetie, he'll just kill you if you get in his way."
I bristled at the threat. Not to mention her calling him sweetie. "If he wants my cooperation, he better not touch a hair on any of their heads."
"It's not your cooperation he wants," she said. "He doesn't care about that. He has other people to cooperate with him."
