falling over the saddle

chapter 4 - Kylie

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when I get to Dallas's place I swear to god I almost die off shock... mixed with some mild love. the guy, well, man was dressed in a tight muscle tee that helped outline the hard lines of his pecs and basically every single muscle on his stomach. he had rolled up one of the sleeves so I could see the thick veins running up his forearm which led to a gorgeous, toned bicep... Jesus Christ I was going to die of a heart attack. could he see the arousal on my face? as I scanned his body and saw the gray sweatpants that covered his lower half I swallowed visibly and wiped a hand over my hair. he was big. his thighs, his calves, his hips his... yeah, you get the point.

"sweetheart? you okay?" he grabs my chin with one of his calloused fingers and tilts my head up to look at his face. god, his face. his brown hair is falling over one of his eyes as he's looking at me and his dark eyes are staring at me like I'm his. Like he cares for me.

"no," the words exit my mouth in a breathy exhale and weirdly, I don't regret them. I wanted this. I wanted him.

"why not sweetheart?" he says and grabs my neck, not possessively but almost like he's holding something precious, something he can't break. but I want him to break me, I want him to physically break me for anyone else. his hand slips to the back of my neck and grips the hair at the back of my head.

"because... Because..." I physically can't get the words out my mouth. because you're not on your knees begging to touch me is what I want to say but I don't know if that's what he wants. if he even wants me to be here right now anyway. so, I clear my throat and separate from his body to avoid kissing that gorgeous mouth of his. right as I'm about to speak he grabs my hips in both his hands and brings me to his chest so I can feel everything. he wants this just as much as I do. probably even more, if that's even possible.

"because we aren't conducting the interview like mature adults," I say, but I don't move away from him. I don't dare.

"we're not doing the interview." he shuts the door behind me and pushes me against it with such a gentleness that I almost melt into his arms.

"we're not?" the question sounds so ridiculous coming out of my mouth in this context that I crack a small smile. a smile that makes him physically growl against me.

"no. we're not. would you like to know what we are going to do?" he says.

I nod.

"well, I'm going to get on my knees, pull down those tight little leggings that have been driving me crazy since the moment you turned up at my house, then I'm going to look at, what I know, is a very, very pretty pair of legs but I won't touch you. I'm not going to do any of this until you say you want to. until you say yes. I won't touch you until you say yes, I won't beg and I won't force you. is that clear?" he says it as he caresses the skin of my hips through my leggings. when he senses my hesitance he pulls away and looks into my eyes.

"that sounds... perfect and it's a yes to all of that but I'm kind of inexperienced I haven't really um... done that before." I'm not embarrassed of my virginity. it was perfectly normal for a girl in her twenties to be a virgin. I wasn't really saving myself for anyone in particular and I certainly didn't want to wait for marriage I just hadn't found the guy who talked to me the right way. I wanted dirty, criminal talk that actually made me feel something. but... the way Dallas talked to me, the way he spoke so gently, so admiringly made me want to sink to my knees.

"I don't care about that, sweetheart," he gets on his knees and dear God he looks up at me through those thick lashes and pulls down my leggings, "this okay?"

all I manage is a weak nod that makes his previous look of arousal turn into a look of vulnerability.

"words, baby, I need words." he hooks his fingers around the edges of my panties and I gasp as the cold air hits my body.

"yes, yes this is okay." I grab a handful of his hair and let my body relax against the door. he pulls my panties off and leaves them hanging around my ankles. I see him put his head against my legs and I laugh nervously. he kisses his way up my legs towards my sex and I feel my whole body start to shake. this was it. this was what I had spent lonely, horny nights dreaming off. the way his mouth felt on my inner thighs, my hips, my sex was like nothing a vibrator could come close to. what was most sexy was the way he would look up at me as he used his mouth like a freaking weapon and moan. his hands ran up my thighs to grab my ass and pull one thigh over his shoulder just to delve further into my sweet sex.

"mm, Dallas I think- I think I'm close. I don't know," the words die in my throat as my eyes roll back and I feel a deep, pleasurable feeling in the pit of my stomach. with a moan and a finger from Dallas I come undone on his mouth. he looks up at me with dark eyes, removes my thigh from his shoulder and stands up.

"are you okay, sweetheart? because if you are, I'm going to be fucking you for the rest of the night and if you aren't I'm going to kiss every bit of you that aches from my tongue fucking you into oblivion," he says the words so nonchalantly, like he hadn't just said one of the dirties, sweetest things ever said in history.

"the first option with a bit of the second one," I smile at him which makes him swipe his tongue across my bottom lip and kiss me.

he pulls away just to say "good fucking girl"