My knees nearly buckle. My mouth opens on a silent scream.
What is this sorcery?
“Enjoying yourself?” His voice comes from behind me, smooth and wicked.
I whip around, or I try to, but he’s faster. An arm snakes around me, one hand cupping my breast. The vibrations intensify.
My head drops back against his chest with a helpless moan.
I feel everything. His heat. His muscles. His hand. And that fucking plug.
“Dominic,” I whine, no pride or shame. Just pure need, raw and rabid.
He chuckles, low and sinful, so fucking pleased with himself.
His lips find my ear, nipping the lobe, then he leaves a trail of featherlight kisses on my neck and shoulder. When his thumb brushes over my nipple, I jolt like I’ve been shocked.
I’m going to lose my damn mind right here, in the middle of his bedroom.
His hand trails lower, over my belly, down between my legs. His fingers stroke my clit — barely there, but I almost shatter. A spasm rips through me, my body twitching with unbearable need.
“Don’t worry, adorable,” he says, his voice rough, like he’s hanging over the same cliff as me. “I’ll give you what you need.”
He walks us to the bed and lays back, pulling me over him. That evil little device is still humming, vibrating inside me like a dark promise. I can’t think. I can’t feel anything but the ache and him.
I move to straddle him, desperate to take his cock, to fuck him until I forget my own name, but he stops me.
His hand circles my neck, and he pulls me forward, his mouth brushing mine.
“Rub yourself against my cock,” he whispers. “Use me. Make yourself come.”
He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I rock my hips forward, grinding on his cock like a woman possessed.
“That’s it. Good girl. Good fucking girl,” he murmurs against my lips.
He grips my waist, guiding me exactly how he wants it — slow, controlled, precise.
Always in control. Fucking asshole.
My tits bounce with every move, begging for attention, and he doesn’t disappoint. He turns his focus on them, licking slowly, sucking and biting at the exact moments I need him to.
It doesn’t take me long to lose it. The orgasm rips through me like it’s been years in the making, violent and beautiful. It burns me from the inside.
I scream, falling apart in his hands, but he doesn’t stop. Doesn’t let me drift. He keeps holding me, moving me, owning my body like it’s always been his.
I don’t even have time to come down. I’m still riding the high, shaking from the orgasm, when he slams into me.
We both groan at the same time, bodies trembling. He’s so deep inside me, I don’t even know where I end and he begins.
Somewhere in the haze, I see him reach for a remote — fuck knows where he pulled it from, because I can’t even see straight — and suddenly the toy inside me kicks up to full power.
Vibrations tear through me like a live wire.
Fuck.I’m done. I’m so done.
He yanks me down, one hand tangled in my hair, his mouth crashing into mine, desperate and possessive, laced with too many emotions I can’t name right now.
His thrusts start slow, a tease that feels like torture. But it doesn’t last. He picks up speed, pounding into me harder and rougher, losing the last threads of restraint.
