Saving Dallas 2 Making the Cut(41)

Luke had that eerie ability to read my thoughts and body, because just when I thought to move myself in a more comfortable position, he stopped. I watched as he expertly removed my legs from his shoulders and pulled me to him. I now stood above him on shaky knees as he made his way up my body, kissing everything in his path until his lips found mine. I could taste myself on him as he began massaging my tongue in the same manner he had my now throbbing pussy. I placed my hands on his chest and pushed slightly, breaking our kiss and dropping to my knees in the small space that had formed between us. I jerked the towel from around Luke’s waist. My intentions were to go slow as he had, but the need for me to taste him overpowered.

My hand found his shaft and guided his thickness into my mouth. I could taste the saltiness from the bead that had formed on the head of his large cock and tightened my grip, hoping to force another drop from him to satisfy my growing need. I ran my tongue over the tip, sucking lightly on the head, trying to calm my beating heart. I looked up at his face to see his jaw taunt. I knew he was attempting to control the involuntary jerking of his hips, as his hands fisted in my hair and gave me a slight push. I opened my throat to him, and removing my hand, let him glide into my mouth, until he touched the back of my throat. He growled with pleasure as he forced himself in and out of my mouth. My hands found my breasts and began to massage my hardened nipples, causing bolts of pleasure to shoot through me. I refrained from touching anywhere else; afraid that the monumental orgasm that was forming inside me would be wasted at the expense of my own hands and not from Luke’s massive cock. His pace quickened as he watched my fingers roll my taunt, pink nipples between them. With a grunt of what I could only assume was frustration, Luke pulled out of my mouth and reached his hands out to mine. I grabbed them and let him pull me from the floor. We were both on the verge of release, but knew it would be so much better if he were inside me when it happened.

He led me to the bed, and gave me a gentle push so that I was on my back in front of him. He positioned himself between my legs and with gentle ease, slid inside me.

“Damn, baby,” he whispered into my neck. I moaned in agreement as he filled me, my walls tightening around him. “Tell me you love me, beautiful.” His mouth sucked softly at my neck and his breath cooled the wetness, causing my body to tremble from the sensation.

“I love you, Luke. It will always be you.” At my confession, his lips found mine and he kissed me deep, as his hips drove into me, filling me with that wondrous sensation over and over. His love making was so intense, so intimate, and I felt so desired that I felt a single tear escape my eye as I came around him. As Luke stilled inside me, flooding me with his own release, I knew that my place in this world was right here with him. I would never want or desire another person other than him. He would be leaving tomorrow and the emptiness inside started to grow, even as he lay on top of me. I could still feel his cock pulsating inside me, and I silently wondered if this was the last time that I would ever feel him. What if something happened to him? What if Frankie and his goons caught Luke off guard and hurt him?

“Babe,” Luke said in the darkness, pulling me away from my thoughts.

“Yeah?”

“You’re thinking too hard again. Everything is going to be fine. There is no way that I wouldn’t come back for a chance to be inside you like this again. I’ll come back to you, and when I do, you will never have to be away from me again.” Luke smoothed my damp hair off of my forehead and kissed me. “I just wanna hold you, baby. I love having you in my arms.”

I kissed him softly on the lips as a response and let him readjust us in the bed. I fell into a deep sleep cradled in his arms, something I would miss most when he was gone.





I had an eerie feeling someone was staring at me. I opened my eyes and found myself staring at a mess of blonde hair on top of the most precious little tanned face I had ever seen.

“I want some cereal,” Logan demanded, rubbing his eyes with the backs of his hands. I smiled at him, honored that it was me he asked to fix his breakfast. “I didn’t want to wake up Uncle Luke and if I asked Nanny, she would make me wait for everybody else. I want the remote first.” Well, there went my hopes of thinking it was me he wanted over everyone else. I was just convenient. At this point, I would take what I could get.

“Cereal it is,” I said, touching the tip of his nose with my finger. I tried to slide out of bed, but Luke tightened his grip, holding me back.

“Did someone say cereal?” his husky voice asked from behind me. He sat up and leaned over me so that he could look at Logan. “How about I make us all breakfast and we can lay in here and watch cartoons, so we don’t wake the whole house up?” Logan didn’t hesitate, as he crawled into the bed and wedged his way in between Luke and I. My eyes met Luke’s as I moved over to give Logan some room and he shrugged his shoulders, as if this was something Logan did often.