"This dress is too short," he says conversationally. "Anyone could just touch what's mine."
He cups my ass to drive the point home, and I exhale, fogging the glass. "Did you wear this to drive me crazy?"
"I wore it because I look hot," I say, forcing the words, my hips twitching against his hand.
His touch shifts, sliding forward until his fingers brush the wet spot on my panties—light, precise, enough to make my knees wobble and my head fallforward, forehead resting against the glass. I suck in a sharp breath.
"Soaked," he murmurs, savoring the word.
My heart slams as his fingers slide up and down from behind. A sound slips out of me before I can stop it.
He hums softly, satisfied. "You got a taste," he whispers, pressing more. "And now you're fucking starving."
His other hand lifts to my neck, tilting my face toward the reflection in the glass. "Watch," he breathes into my ear.
I blink at my reflection—cheeks flushed, eyes half-lidded and wild.
He fills the space behind me, broad and strong, thumb swirling over my clit. Heat coils low and tight, my knees threatening mutiny.
"Tell me," he says, voice velvet-dark. "Do you regret giving me that special piece of yourself?"
"No," I breathe. The word leaves me without hesitation.
His grip tightens, possessive without being rough, and his mouth dips closer.
"Good," he says quietly, and pulls my thong to the side, exposing me to him with my dress bunched around my waist.
My breath fogs the glass as I exhale a silent moan. My thoughts scatter.
I hear his zipper slide down, and the sound alone sends another wave of heat crashing through me. My fingers twitch against the glass.
Then I feel him—hard and thick—dragging slowly against my pussy.
"God," I whisper, letting my head fall back against him.
Dom glides his tip up and down, coating himself in me while my body trembles from the tension of waiting.
"This what you wanted at the club?" he murmurs.
He rubs again, slow and unhurried, up and down, dragging the fat tip to my clit, then down to my entrance.
I whimper, grinding on him, silently pleading.
"Still sore?"
"No," I lie, breathless.
His mouth is at my ear. "Then maybe I didn't fuck you hard enough."
He shifts his hips and I feel him start to push into me slowly. I choke on a moan as his large head stretches me open. My pussy clenches and I start shaking my head involuntarily, unable to form words.
"Can't take it, huh?" he taunts, voice pure sin. "I'm not even halfway inside your little cunt and you're ready to tap out?"
He pushes in another couple of inches and my knees give out.
My body simply buckles, not knowing how to hold me upright with Dom impaling me.
He catches me instantly, one arm wrapping around my waist to hold me up. His grip tightens, lifting me just enough that my heels barely touch the ground. I'm suspended in his hold, body pinned between the glass and the hard press of him behind me.
