Page 123 of Big D!ck Energy

“I'm bringing it back but only for special occasions.” I brushed my nose against hers. “Like when my wife thinks I’m leaving her and I need to remind her that I'm annoyingly persistent and completely incapable of functioning without her.”

She sniffled. “That's a very specific occasion.”

“I have a lot of specific occasions.”

She laughed, and the sound unlocked something deep inside me that had been wound tight since I'd walked through that bedroom door.

Grabbing her jaw, I kissed her, thrusting my tongue in and out of her mouth. She melted into me, her hands still twisted in my shirt, and a soft moan escaped that went straight to my cock.

We stumbled backward, navigating the minefield of scattered clothing, until the backs of her knees hit the mattress. The gym duffel tumbled to the floor, spilling its contents, and I couldn't have cared less if the entire house was burning down around us.

I lowered her onto the bed, following her down, my body covering hers. Her legs wrapped around my waist, and I groaned against her mouth.

“I love you,” I said between kisses, the words falling like promises against her lips. “I love you. I'm not going anywhere. You're stuck with me.”

“I love you too.” Her hands sliding under my shirt, nails dragging across my back in a way that made me see stars. “I'm sorry, I believed her. I should have…”

“Don't.” I kissed her again, deeper this time, swallowing her apology. “Don't apologize. Just let me show you.”

My mouth crashed back onto hers, swallowing her next breath, my kiss a furious, tender, desperate claiming. It was everything at once. My hands, the same hands that could break a man in the ring, were impossibly gentle as I framed her face, my tongue explored the sweet, familiar heat of her mouth.

I broke the kiss only to trail my lips along her jaw, down the delicate column of her throat, pausing to suckle the frantic pulse that fluttered there. A low growl vibrated against her skin. Mine. The unspoken word was a physical sensation. I moved lower, my mouth blazing a wet, open-mouthed trail to the neckline of her shirt.

“Off,” I snarled, my voice thick with a need that mirrored her own. I didn't wait, my fingers hooking under the soft cotton and pulling, the sound of the seams straining a tiny protest before I tore it up and over her head, tossing it blindly into the sea of clothes around us.

My breath hitched. I drank her in. She was braless, her breasts swelling with each panting breath, her nipples pebbled into tight, aching peaks. I didn't touch them with my hands. Not yet. I just looked, my gaze a physical caress that I hoped she felt more intimately than any touch. Obsessed. I'd said the word, and now I let her see it, raw and undisguised.

“God, you're perfect,” I murmured, my voice reverent. I finally lowered my head, my lips closing around one taut nipple. I circled the sensitive bud before I sucked deeply, drawing a sharp, keening sound from her throat. I paid the same devout attention to her other breast, my free hand finally coming up to knead and roll the damp flesh, pinching the nipple gently between my thumb and forefinger.

I kissed my way down her quivering stomach, my tongue dipping into her navel, my stubble a delicious abrasion against her soft skin. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her leggings and underwear, pulling them down her legs in one swift motion, leaving her completely bare to my hungry gaze.

I settled between her thighs, my shoulders pushing her legs wider. I didn't move to enter her. Instead, I just looked, pure want consuming me. “Every single curve,” I breathed, my hands sliding up the insides of her thighs, making her tremble. “I dream about this. About the taste of you.”

And then my mouth was on her.

The first swipe of my tongue was a flat stroke from her entrance to her clit, and Davina screamed, her hips bucking off the bed. I groaned against her, the sound one of pure male satisfaction, and held her hips down with an iron grip. “Stay still. Let me love you.”

I feasted on her. There was no other word for it. My tongue was relentless, circling her clit, flicking it mercilessly, then plunging deep inside her, tasting her essence. I alternated between slow laps and rapid, flicks that had her sobbing my name, her hands fisting the sheets. I slipped two fingers inside her, curling them, finding that spot deep within that made her body jolt. I pumped them in and out, the slick sounds echoing in the room, a stark contrast to the tender words I murmured against her sensitized flesh. “So good. You taste like heaven. My heaven.”

She was hurtling toward the edge, her entire body tensed. “Dallas… I'm going to…”

I pulled my mouth away, my own breathing harsh. “Not yet.” I surged up her body, capturing her mouth in a searing kiss, letting her taste herself on my lips. The intimacy of it was dizzying. I fumbled with my own shorts, pushing them down just enough to free myself. I was hard and thick, pressing insistently against her wet heat.

I looked down at her, my expression fierce with love and lust. “You're mine, Davina. Say it.”

“I'm yours,” she panted. “Always yours.”

I drove into her in one smooth, powerful thrust, filling her completely, stretching her in the most perfect way. We groaned in unison, a single sound of primal satisfaction. For a moment, I just stayed there, buried to the hilt, my forehead resting against hers, our breath mingling. The connection was absolute.

Then I began to move.

It started with slow, deep, rolling thrusts that made her whimper with each exquisite withdrawal and fill. But the slow burn quickly escalated. The desperation, the fear, the relief—it all poured out of us, fueling a frantic, mounting rhythm. My thrusts became harder, faster, the slap of skin on skin a brutal, erotic sound.

“Is this what you need, baby?” I grunted, my voice strained. “Do you feel me? That's all for you. Every fucking inch of me is yours.”

“Yes! God, yes! More, Dallas. Harder!”

I obeyed, my pace turning punishing, driving into her with a force that shook the bedframe. The world narrowed to the feel of her wrapped around me, the sweat-slicked slide of our bodies, and the animalistic sounds pouring from both of us.