Saving Dallas 2 Making the Cut(4)

“Tell me how you want it, Dallas,” he said walking towards me. He gave me a light push and I fell back on the bed, unintentionally opening my legs giving him a full view of my pussy that was wet from my latest orgasm and his very skilled mouth. “Fuck.” I heard him say under his breath, as his eyes found the wet folds between my legs and drank in the sight of them. He pulled his eyes away and found mine once again. I noted the dark, dominant look he got and my body tingled with excitement and anticipation. This was my, out-of-control-I’ll-fuck-your-brains-out Luke. “I want you to fuck me. Hard,” I said, a little more demanding than I had intended.

“You sure, babe?” My body froze as I registered that look of pity in his eyes.

“What are you doing, Luke?” I whispered, beginning to lose my momentum.

“Nothing, babe. Just making sure,” he said, softly.

“Luke…” I said, exasperated.

“I got you, beautiful. Don’t worry,” he said, winking at me and pulling his pants off in one swift movement. Crisis averted. He climbed on top of me, kissing his way up my stomach.

“Fuck me, Luke,” I said, wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling him to me.

“Shhh,” was the only response that I got from him.

“Don’t you shush me! Fuck me!” I all but screamed.

“Shut up, Dallas,” he said, his voice a little firmer this time, causing my excitement to grow. His mouth had found my nipple and his tongue was rubbing circles around it, driving me crazy. I liked this game. “I’ll say whatever I want and I am telling you to…”

Before I could finish he was off of me and had me flipped on my stomach. Grabbing my hips roughly, he pulled me back to him and entered me slowly. He was hard and soft. Fast and slow. Mean and sweet. And he was driving me fucking crazy. I just knew by the way he grabbed me that he was going to drive into me full force, but instead he took it slow, and as much as I hated to admit it, it felt divine. Feeling him inside me, I knew at that moment that Luke knew more about my body than I did. In no way, shape or form could I have handled it any harder than the way he was giving it to me. My face was buried in the mattress, my ass was in the air, and my hands were fisted in the comforter under me. Luke was sliding in and out of me in a steady rhythm, while his hand moved up and down my spine. All I could do was moan into the mattress.

“You feel so good, baby. I love looking at your perfect ass while my cock slides in and out of you.” Ho-ly shit. If I could have gotten wetter, I did. “I love seeing your sweet juices on me. I love tasting it on my lips, and I love the way your pussy tightens around me when you cum.”

As if he had told me to, I came. My orgasm intensified when Luke grabbed my ass and slammed into me harder-giving me a taste of that punishment fuck that I loved so much. My body was still convulsing when he stilled inside of me, digging his fingers into my ass, calling out my name.





I don’t know how long we laid like that-me on my knees and Luke on my back, still buried inside of me. I could have stayed in this position for the rest of my life. My body was relaxed, my mind was clear, and my eyes were heavy. I stiffened when I noticed the only sound I heard was mine and Luke’s breathing. Luke stiffened also and he immediately placed a hand on my head and began rubbing my hair.

“What’s wrong, babe?” he asked, his voice thick with sleep and worry.

“Where is everyone?” I was getting a little panicky. What if they saw us? Or heard us?

“Gone. It’s just me and you.” He kissed my temple, then eased out of me and disappeared to the bathroom. Gone? They left us alone? Was that safe? I sat up quickly and scooted off the bed, thankful that my legs, which felt as if they were made of jelly, managed to hold me up.

“Is it safe?” I asked Luke, barging into the bathroom. He was standing at the sink, completely naked and shaving. I looked down to see the redness between my legs, a result of Luke’s five o’clock shadow, and blushed. Shit. Why was this so embarrassing?

Luke smirked at me, “Yes, baby, it’s safe.”

I joined Luke at the sink and cleaned myself up, trying to keep the panic from rising. I had to get my shit together. I was making progress though. Yesterday, I would have sobbed uncontrollably at the thought of being alone. Baby steps.

“Are you hungry?” I asked Luke in the mirror. He smirked at me again and I smacked his arm understanding his smart ass facial expression.

“For food.” I clarified, smiling.

“Starving. I think the girls did some shopping this morning.”

At this rate my heart would be a big pile of mush if people kept doing sweet shit to melt it down.