Page 59 of The Burdens We Share
In a matter of moments, I feel my core tightening and rapid breaths escaping my lungs as my orgasm finds me. Just when I’m about to come, he curls his fingers and I cry out so loud in pleasure as my body starts to shiver with wave after wave of ecstasy. When the effects start to lessen, he removes his mouth from my clit and slowly removes his fingers from inside of me before he unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants, dropping them to the floor. I sit up straighter and practically salivate at the sight of his hard length pressing against the black fabric of his boxers. I reach for it, palming him through the fabric and he steps in closer to me, making my job easier.
I stroke him through the fabric and look up at his eyes, finding something different in them than what I’m used to. It almost reminds me of the Dallas I first met because I can’t read theexpression. As I run my palm against his length, I realize two things. The first is that he’s a lot bigger than anyone I’ve ever seen or been with, and the second is that I’m falling head over heels for this man.
I reach inside his boxers and stroke him. He makes a low humming sound at the back of his throat and it only urges me on. I use my other hand to push his boxers down and he helps me. I spot a glistening bead of precum at his tip and use my thumb to swirl it around, lubricating him before an idea comes to me. I push off the counter and sink to my knees, having to lean up a little higher because of his impressive height and I grab his cock in my fist, looking up at his lust-filled eyes. “What are you doing, Little Devil?”
“Sucking your cock,” I respond before I slide my tongue under his shaft and use it to trail one long lick up to his tip. He shivers beneath me before he threads his fingers through my hair.
He grunts, “Never has your nickname been more tempting.” I almost laugh, but keep my efforts focused on pleasing him the way he’s pleased me so many times.
I lick his tip and tease it before I slide him into my mouth at first only the tip and then by the second stroke I try to fit as much as I can inside my mouth. It takes a great effort to fit his cock in my mouth and my eyes widen in surprise when I find I only managed to fit about half. Tears spring to my eyes and he uses his hands in my hair to pull me backward, removing his cock from my throat. “You okay?” He asks, concern suddenly in his voice.
I nod, “I’m fine.”
He frowns, “Are you sure?”
“Yes. I just thought I could fit more down my throat. You’re huge,” I laugh around my embarrassment as I start stroking him again.
Dallas gives me a reassuring look, “You were doing amazing,Little Devil. If it’s uncomfortable for you, you don’t have to force it.”
I shake my head, “No. I want to.”
He clenches his jaw as if he’s unsure of whether or not to believe me, but I don’t give him the time to decide because I suck him back into my mouth, this time taking a little more of him than before. He holds on to my hair and I start to create a rhythm of sucking him into my throat, using my hand to stroke him as I go.
He starts to relax and I watch as his lids start to flutter in pleasure. I use my other hand to cup his balls and I feel his cock twitch in my throat. In moments, I watch as his body starts to tense up and he looks down at me with a feral look in his eyes. He bares his teeth around a groan as he holds my head in place by my hair and pulls out of my mouth, “I’m not ready to come yet, Little Devil.”
He wipes the tears from my cheeks and reaches down, grabbing my waist and lifting me off the ground. He wraps my legs around his waist and kisses me, my center pressed against his length. I’m so wet that he could slide in with no effort. He reaches down and fists his length, rubbing his tip between my folds and through my wetness. “Do you want me to fuck you?”
I nod, “Yes, please.”
“You’ve been such a good girl, Little Devil. I think you deserve it.” His voice is so deep, so dangerous, and laced with honey and venom.
I never thought I had a praise kink. Never in my life. But here we are now…
He presses his tip against my slick entrance and I cry out as he pushes inside me. For a second he just holds me, his hands holding my thighs up and his cock fully sheathed inside of me. I’ve never been with anyone this big in my life. It takes a moment for me to adjust to his size and then he looks down atme and his nostrils flare. “Are you on the pill?”
I nod, “Yes, and I’m clean.”
“Me too,” he says before he lifts me up and nearly off of his cock. A second later he sinks me back down on him and I moan.
There’s something about being held up like this and fucked, being so completely out of control and surrendering my body to him completely, that nearly undoes me. He makes a rhythm of it, lifting me and thrusting inside of me rapidly and I kiss his jaw as he grunts and groans.
He sinks inside me so deep, that I cry out and he freezes before he walks us over to the leather couch and places me on the edge. He lays me on my back and sinks back inside of me. He uses one hand to press down on my belly, making his thrusts more intense from inside and the pleasure is almost too much. In moments, I’m clenching around him on an orgasm and he just continues fucking me ruthlessly.
I press my knees together and cry out and he pushes my knees apart, demanding, “Keep your legs open, I want to see that pretty pussy.”
Oh my God, this man. His words are enough to make me come again.
He places my legs over his shoulders and crosses his arms around my legs, pounding into me harder and faster. “Your pussy is so tight, fuck,” he moans as he continues his rhythm.
In seconds, I’m coming again, clenching around him and I feel him stiffen, his orgasm surely close behind mine. He starts to slow his pace and the effects of my orgasm are so strong, that my body starts to tremble and shake in pure pleasure. My eyes even roll to the back of my head for a few seconds and his strokes slow before he pulls out of me and pumps himself, spilling warm spurts of his release on my stomach.
We’re a mess of breaths as we both work to gather ourselves. “Don’t move,” he says breathlessly as he turns and walkstowards the kitchen.
I look up to get the perfect view of his firm ass and back muscles. God, he is so perfect. He grabs a clean dish towel and runs it under some water before he wrings it out and walks back over to me. He gives me a very long and warm look as he starts cleaning me up and when he’s done, he helps me to a sitting position, lifts my chin, and kisses me.
“And just when I thought I couldn’t get any more attracted to you, Little Devil,” he shakes his head on a smile.
I chuckle and a yawn breaks my smile. He grins as he sweeps me off the couch with an arm under my knees and another supporting my back. “What are you doing?” I ask.
