“You taste so sweet” Dallas coos, swiping his tongue across your bottom lip tasting the cherry flavored balm covering your lips “i wonder how sweet you taste somewhere else.” a chill runs down your spine, shuttering your position on his lap, legs lazily thrown over his hips as the simple kiss had turned into this. Dally was the first person you dated after being with your shitty ex, in retrospect Dallas was everything your ex was not. always gentle to you, teasing but sweet it was hard not to fall for him but what you were doing with Dally now; it was new with him—almost scary. “what’s on your mind?” you’re hesitant to answer him, wondering if he will laugh at you but you tell him anyway. for a moment you can see Dally’s lazy eyes widen, a curious feature dancing around his orbs, pride swelling his chest “oh, so you’ve never came before? hm” he takes your face within his hands, kissing around your beauty marks until he reaches your lips again “that just won’t do” he whispers, engulfing your lips with his. Dallas is observant of every lick, touch and kiss he draws on your body, smiling when your whimpers for more growth in pitch. his hands are swift laying your back on the couch, undressing you gracefully and pulling back to admire the beauty of you—and what marks he’s left behind on your skin. “pretty girl~” he muses, settling between your legs, his lips attaching back to your sensitive neck “i’m going to make you feel so good.” your knees stayed glued together as dally undressed himself, his fingers grazing over your legs—looking up at you before spreading you between your thighs, his tongue swiping over the bottom lip at the view. “pretty girl with a pretty pussy, how did i get so lucky?” heat rises to your cheeks, vulnerability settles in your bones as ran moves to your tits, rolling his tongue around the perked pebble. too caught up in the sensations riveting through your body, you don’t notice his hand creeping down to your cunt, his finger sliding between your glistening folds. “you’re this wet for me? so sweet of you” Dallas chuckles, his tongue still licking at your bud and his finger sinking in your tight hole. your hands automatically grip into his shoulders digging marks behind, but he doesn’t care—hurt him, mark him if you have too. Dally knows he’s making you feel good, he doesn’t care what’s the aftermath of it—he adds another finger pounding into your cunt, his breath catching speed at the obscene noises mimicking back in his palm. “fuck you’re so tight, feel so good—this pussy all mine isn’t it?” you manage to whimper back a yes too engrossed in the pleasure to say anything else and then the clouds of white start to taint your vision. it’s an indescribable feeling, running along your legs until it reaches your dripping cunt sending shock waves through it. Dallas groans watching you unravel under him, his name falling from your lips, he pulls his soaking fingers from your sensitive cunt and pops them in your mouth, a smile spreading on his face “felt good didn’t it princess? wait till i’m inside of you.”
