New Life in Rianate 6 - Sex Stories

New Life in Rianate 6

... ripped through the box and laughed. “Ohmygod, baby! This is perfect!” He got me a Duck Dynasty coffee mug, with the quote from Si, saying “Hey Jack!” and a big picture of the logo. Then, there were four awesomely decorated pens; they looked like a million dollars. And, there was a small, black velvet box. “Dallas…” “Open it.” I opened the box and saw the Fleur de Lis necklace. Absolutely beautiful. I couldn’t thank him enough. “Dallas! I’ve always wanted one!” I hugged him around his neck and Dallas kissed my temple before sliding behind me and raising my hair to snap it on. “I know you did, that’s why I got it,” he gently replied. Dallas draped the necklace over my chest, locked it on my nape, then put my hair back down. I put the box on the table then claimed his mouth with the biggest kiss I could work up. Dallas’s soft lips felt amazing against mine, so good that I could feel a tingling down below. He put his hand on my butt, squeezing and kneading me as my hips rocked against his. “Thank you,” I whispered on his lips. The necklace was breath-taking, the mug could be used for more Chocolate Serial Killers (I was feeling that sugar rush), and the pens, I could sketch and doodle around in my notebooks. “You’re welcome… I’ve got one more present,” Dallas replied. I sat up then looked into his hazel eyes. “Is it a really good present?” “Big, too.” Dallas nuzzled my neck and I started to giggle. I knew what his “big” present was. He carried me to the bedroom, with my arms ...

... around his neck and our lips pressed together. Dallas didn’t put me down; he kept me in his thick arms, and I kept my long legs wrapped around his waist. I wiggled down from his grip then grinned. My shirt was off in two seconds, and I knew Dallas was staring at my purple bra. “Your turn,” I smiled. Dallas pulled off his tee shirt to expose his sinewy chest. (Oh, sexy body.) Like always, I grazed my fingertips over his Maxi, taking in the amazing knots and curves of the blue ink. The bit of ink that crawled onto his neck was my favorite because I’d given him more hickeys there than I could count. Dallas gently pushed my stomach, resulting in my clumsy fall on the bed. When I hit the mattress, I made an unattractive “oof!” sound. “Haha,” Dallas snickered. “You butt,” I giggled. He crawled onto my body, kissing from my navel up to my lips. His benign touch made my pussy warm up, and my nipples instantly hardened. Dallas kissed my lips once more then went down to my chest. Dallas clawed at my bra, finally slipping it down my shoulders. He put his mouth on my nipple, and god did it feel good! His tongue flicked and circled, while his hands massaged my other one. I put my hands in his hair, keeping him closer to my awaiting breasts. Now, I didn’t have Kate Upton boobs, but they were pretty big. But Dallas told me he didn’t like super big boobs, and I had the perfect size for him. (I knew had the perfect size because I usually had a hickey the size of Alaska on my chest.) Dallas used ...