His hips snap again and again, watching my face in the reflection.
"No one else gets to see you like this." He tightens his hold in my hair, holding me there as he picks up the pace.
His cock drags over that spot inside me that makes my vision blur.
My moans have turned into breathless groans that rip from me. His forearm stays locked, muscles flexed like steel, holding me suspended while his other hand keeps my head tilted back against his shoulder.
"Look at you," Dominic growls. He rolls his hips forward and his rhythm turns slow and brutal. "Fucking made for my cock."
He lifts me higher until I'm practically off the ground, his body doing all the work.
"This how you like it?" he whispers, dark and gloating. "Hung over a city skyline while I fuck the fight out of you?"
"Oh, God," I sob, brain melting.
"You know what I want?" he purrs, pumping into me with brutal rhythm. "I wanna see you try to keep quiet while I make you come for me."
He lets go of my hair and reaches for the handle of the glass door. He twists it, cracking it open just an inch.
Oh my God.
My hips jerk involuntarily as his cock hits something so deep I scream.
"Shhh," he coos mockingly, breath against my ear. "You get too loud, you'll be front-page news."
"You're insane," I manage to choke out.
"And you're gripping my cock like a vise."
He reaches down, fingers finding my clit with perfect accuracy. He starts rubbing it in time with the rhythm he fucks me to. The cries I try to hold in begin to escape.
"Come on," he growls, voice like thunder. "Let go for me."
"Fuck," I sob, thighs twitching. My head's spinning and my vision's going hazy.
"Come for me, Jessica." He bites my shoulder, a low growl vibrating through my back.
It slams into me like a tidal wave. My cry tears from my throat, and I don't care how loud I am. I don't care who hears it. I'm gone.
"That's it," he hisses, fucking me through it. "Scream for me."
My body jerks, pussy pulsing around him, my orgasm crashing again and again as he thrusts deeper, chasing his own release.
His hips keep rolling, breath ragged and hot, teeth against my neck as my head falls forward against the glass. A breath leaves me, broken and trembling.
I didn't know I could feel this much.
So many sensations crashing into each other, pulling me under and remaking me all at once.
Is this how sex feels for everyone? Or is this just what sex with Dominic feels like? A small, naive part of me wants to never find out the difference.
Wants this to be it.
Chapter sixteen
~DOMINIC~
Jessica’s shaking in my arms. And I haven’t even come yet.
