“Look at yourself,” he murmurs.
His cock slides against my pussy, gliding through the wet mess between my thighs. “Feel what you do to me?” he whispers, grinding.
“You’re going to watch every fucking second of what I do to you, Jessica.”
He cages me with both hands on my hips. “I want you to see how beautiful you are when you’re being fucked.” His cock drags over my lips and begins stroking my clit in fast, hard motions. My mouth drops open in a silent moan at the wet, slick sensation. He lowers his cock to my entrance, instead of pushing in, circles the tip slow and lazy, letting the ache build.
“Dom,” I gasp, back arching. “Please!”
“Mmm,” he hums, trailing his mouth along my neck, licking the last trace of whipped cream. “Patience, pretty girl. I’m enjoying the view.”
I whimper, shifting my hips, trying to take him in.
“Alright then,” he growls, pinning me still with one big hand on my hip. “Have it your way.”
Then, finally, he pushes in. Just the tip. My reflection blurs as my eyes roll back.
“Fuck,” he hisses, voice breaking.
He presses slowly, inch by inch, stretching me open. I press my forehead to the cool marble, breath coming out in shaky moans.
“Eyes up,” he commands. “I want you watching.”
I lift my gaze and meet my own reflection again. Behind me, Dominic’s jaw is clenched with restraint as he sinks deeper.
“See how pretty you look when I stretch you out?” he pants. “How perfectly I fit inside your little cunt?”
He gives a final thrust, burying himself to the hilt and my mouth automatically opens to let a cry out. The cry is cut off by two of his fingers that slide into my mouth.
“Here,” he murmurs and thrusts again. “Keep that bratty mouth full too.”
He presses them deeper, pumping them in and out to the same rhythm as his cock — matching tempo, matching filth.
My moan vibrating around his fingers as his hips roll harder, claiming every part of me.
“I’ll fuck every hole you’ve got,” he groans, thrusting slow and deep. His fingers curl against my tongue and I suck.
I can’t stop shaking. I’m clawing at the counter, bent over while his cock pounds into me. He’s everywhere: mouth at my ear, fingers in my mouth, cock buried deep, dragging choked moans out of me with every brutal snap of his hips.
I want to tell him. I’ve been meaning to, but I never find the right time. I want it — to feel everything of his inside me.
So I try to say it, but my mouth is full. I’m gagging around two thick fingers, getting fucked so good I can barely think straight, let alone form words. Desperate, I clamp down on the wet flesh in my mouth, teeth closing on his finger until he swears and pulls them out.
“I’m…” My voice breaks. “I’m on the pill.”
He pauses, studying my reflection. I feel his chest heave against my back, his cock twitching inside me. Why did he stop? Did I say something wrong?
I wiggle my hips to coax him, but I’m crushed under his weight. Then his deep groan rumbles through him, and without a word he starts moving again.
Each thrust goes deeper, and his mouth is back at my ear.
“Fuck,” he bites out. “You want me to come inside you?”
“Yes,” I moan, nodding frantically.
“You want me to fill your tight little hole?”
“Yes!” I cry as his rough thrusts send my body rocking.
