𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏'//𝑫𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒔 𝑾𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒏×𝑶𝑪

💥|TWENTY-ONE|💥

💥|SEXUAL CONTENT AHEAD|💥

WHEN WE REACH Dally's room, he doesn't miss a beat, tossing me on the bed and throwing my duffel bag somewhere. He puts his knee between my knees crawling up my body on his hands and knees.

His hand slides up my shirt as he glides his tongue along my neck. I moan, arching my back off the bed to press into his body. "Look at my pretty girl," Dally whispers against my skin as he unclasps my bra.

A breath escapes my mouth as I throw my head back and tangle my fingers into his hair. Dally's hands find the bottom of my shirt, and he pushes it up along with my bra; my hands go above my head in the process, and I feel him start to knot the material with my wrist. I pull at the makeshift restraints.

I give Dally a confused look, he gives his signature lopsided grin. "Trust me, Angela." He whispers. For some reason, I did trust him. I trusted him a lot more than I should.

"Okay," I murmur back, laying my head against the pillow. I moan as his mouth closes around one of my nipples. He sucks the small bud between his teeth, nipping softly as his other hand massages my other breast. I could feel myself melting in his touch.

Dally's free hand slides down my stomach, unbuttoning my jeans. He slips his hand into my damp underwear. He slides two fingers into me with ease causing another groan of pleasure to leave me. His mouth and hand switch breasts causing more pleasure to course through my body in waves. If heaven exists, I'm touching it.

"Fuck Dallas!" I cry, tangling my bound hands into his hair. A muffled grunt of pleasure slips from Dally's mouth as he kisses up my chest.

I can feel the material of my makeshift binds rubbing my skin raw. Shocks of pleasure course through me as Dallas moves his fingers in a sissoring motion, sending me off the rails.

I pull at the back of Dally's T-shirt, clawing at the muscular skin I could feel below the thin material. As if he read my mind, Dally sits up and rips his shirt off, throwing it somewhere. I want to cry in protest when his hand slips from my heat. He fumbles with the buckle of his belt before quickly discarding his pants and underwear leaving him bare to my gaze.

I look up at him with lust-filled eyes as he leans down, crashing our lips together. I moan into his mouth as his hands explore my heated body, pushing my bound hands up with one of his hands. He leaves marks down my body, ripping my pants and underwear off. I lay completely naked in front of Dally in the most vulnerable position I've ever been in. My hands were tied, literally.

Dally looks up at me through hooded eyes as he leaves soft kisses up my thigh. I feel my insides coil as he gets closer to my heat. The truth was I'd never been eaten out before. What if I tasted bad? Or what if— "Oh my God." I gasp as Dallas flattens his tongue and licks up my folds, latching his mouth around my clit and circling it with his tongue.

His hands find my hips, and he yanks me closer, hooking my legs around his head. The noises that left my mouth reflected my feelings. Needy and desperate. With every stroke of Dally's tongue, I felt the coil in my stomach tighten.

My hips instinctively thrust toward his tongue. My eyes roll back into my head, my mouth falling open as he plunges his tongue into my pussy. A hum of satisfaction leaves him and he pulls away, wiping his mouth against my thigh. "W-Why'd you stop?" I cry, my legs twitching from the impending orgasm that I was denied.

Dally chuckles, gently pulling me on top of him. I moan as he slides inside me with ease, my bound hands going around his neck. His thrust starts slow, and he holds me gently until I let out a desperate moan for more.

"Oh fuck!" I cry, tears forming in my eyes at the force of Dally's thrusts. He flips us so I lay on my back, and he drapes my ankles over his shoulders at a new angle, making my body ignite with pleasure.

The bed rocks from the force of his thrusts as he holds onto the headboard with one hand, the other snaking around my throat. "Did he ever fuck you as good as I do?" He rasps in my ear, squeezing my neck, causing stars to dance across my vision. I had never known Dallas Winston to get jealous. I liked it.

"No," I whisper, my legs starting to shake and twitch as my orgasm from earlier quickly builds up again.

I yelp as I feel a harsh slap to my ass, the stinging sensation mixing with the pleasure, overstimulating my body. "What did you say?" He demands.

"No!" I groan, my walls clenching around Dally, causing him to let out a throaty moan. "Y-you're better." I cry, letting out an ear-shattering moan as the coil in my stomach comes undone.

At the same time, Dally pulls out of me, his hot seed spilling across my stomach. Both of us pant as his body slumps against mine. We are silent for a minute, the only sound being our heavy breaths.

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"I thought you were mad at me?" Dally asks, out of breath, as he picks a shirt from the floor up, wiping his mess from my stomach.

Blush rises on my cheeks, though from how sweaty and hot I was, I doubt Dally would tell. "I am," I tell him.

He looks up at me through his lashes while he raises an eyebrow. I huff and look away as he starts untying my hands from my shirt and bra. How the hell he learned how to do that, I didn't know. I didn't want to know.

"Are you gonna stay?" He asks, tossing the shirt somewhere in his room. Jesus, he needed to clean this place.

I tense at his question, and he leans back on his heels, crossing his arms over his chest as he waits for my answer. I shouldn't stay. I really, really shouldn't. But I didn't want to go. It felt right being here. "I'll stay," I mumble.

Dally's lips twitch up into a smirk, and he huffs out an amused laugh as he climbs off his bed. I watch as he goes to his dresser, digging out a pair of underwear and a T-shirt. He slips the underwear on and moves over to me. He plops beside me and holds the shirt out for me. I nod in thanks and wince as I sit up and put it on. Dally notices my wince and glances down at my ribs before looking back up at me.

"You have your pain medication?" He questions.

I grimace and lay down "I don't want to." I tell him. I wait for him to try and convince me to take them or just straight-up demand I do. I'm surprised and relieved by his answer.

"Okay"

I look up at him with a raised eyebrow "That's all you going to say?" I question suspiciously.

"Was I supposed to say something else?" He questions mimicking my expression. I laugh at the way he made his face look, cupping his warm cheek with my soft hand.

"No. " I murmur slipping my hand on his cheek back into his hair to run my fingers through his soft locks.

Dally chuckles gripping my wrist with his hand, rubbing soft circles on my inner wrist.

Silence falls between us before I flip onto Dally's lap and pull him up to press our lips together.  Dally's hands snake around my waist holding me close as our lips move together in sync. The kiss is soft. It's gentle and vulnerable. Dally is the only one I've ever kissed like this.

We pull away, laying our foreheads together and staring into each other. "I love you Dallas," I whisper, nervousness spiking through me as I watch his face for his reaction.

Dally's face is void of any emotion, his eyes scan my face, and he brushes a piece of my hair from my face. He kisses my forehead, then each cheek, then down my jaw.

I let out a soft breath, letting my eyes close and my head fall back as Dallas leaves kisses and soft nips down my neck, his hands trailing over my body gently.

"You shouldn't romanticize me, darlin'," Dally warns as he flips me onto my back, one of his hands sliding up my shirt.

"I know," I whisper and I did. Nobody has romanticized Dally before. There were very good and public reasons for that.