His half-lidded eyes stare down at me. “Yes, Ellie girl,” he hisses. “Get on your knees and give my cock some attention.”
My thighs press together as my knees meet the cold hardwood floor.
I work to unfasten his pants, feeling the bulge of his cock battling the restraint of his zipper.
Once his jeans are bunched at his ankles he sucks in a harsh breath. “Touch it, please,” he rasps.
Thepleasemelts me. So polite. So dirty.
I give him an intentionally slow stroke over his boxer briefs, watching his jaw clench and chest rise with an inhale.
Looking up at him through my lashes, my lips curl into a smirk. “Since you asked so nicely.”
My hand dips beneath the waistband, dragging them down until they join his jeans. He steps out of them, kicking them away, as his cock springs free. My mouth waters.
He’s hard and thick and veiny, with a bead of pre-cum, shiny and ready to be tasted.
“The prettiest cock,” I praise.
My hand wraps around it, and works a long stroke. Staring at it, it’s hard to believe it fits inside me so well.
I lick his tip, and then glide my tongue down his shaft, my eyes falling shut as I savor his earthy arousal, before sinking my mouth around it.
“Take all of it,” Dominic grits. “Show me how badly you missed me.”
His demand sparks a frenzy within me. My lips surge forward, taking more of him. The tip of his cock down my throat chokes me.
It’s his undoing.
“Así, así, así.”(Like that, like that, like that.)
His hips thrust, fingers tangling in my hair, digging into my skull. He uses me, fucking my mouth. It’s rough and controlling, forcing obscene choking gags out of me. My panties grow wetter by the second, my thighs are sticky and wet, my core achingly needy.
“You like the way I use you? That pussy’s dripping, isn’t it?”
I moan a garbled yes around his cock, continuing to let him control the rhythm.
His ragged breaths quicken. “I’m going to cum,” he says, biting down on a moan.
And then he’s spilling down my throat, grunting through his orgasm.
When he’s finished, he helps me stand, gently smoothing my tangled hair. He wipes the dampness from my cheeks and around my mouth with his discarded shirt—tending to me with a softness that stirs warmth in my chest.
Gathering my face in his hands, he caresses my cheeks with his thumbs.
“Was I too rough?”
I smile, leaning into his touch. “I liked it.” Color rushes to my face, admitting the truth.
He chuckles before pressing a quick kiss to my lips. “I thought so, but wanted to make sure. I was never very rough with you before…”
“Well, we’re older now. Nothing wrong with trying new things.”
He smiles, satisfied with my answer.
“Speaking of new things…” He grabs me by the waist, spins me around, and tosses me onto the bed—crawling over me in one seamless move. “This bed is brand new, needs to be broken in.”
I barely catch my breath, before he’s stealing it, pressing his mouth to mine and driving in his tongue.
