Saving Dallas 2 Making the Cut Read Free

me once again.
Luke grunted as he claimed my mouth with his and carried me into
the bedroom. I broke the kiss and loosened my arms from around him.
He let me go and once I was on my feet, I began to walk backwards
until I felt the backs of my thighs against the mattress of the
bed. I loved how he watched me-possessed me-worshipped me, when I
stood before him like this. I felt my cheeks heat at the look on
his face as his eyes scanned me wearing nothing but my thin, lacy
black bra.
    “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