I cringe, hearing the whine in my voice, but thankfully, Dominique doesn’t pick up on it. But neither does he do what I ask.
“You can’t tell me this doesn’t feel good,” he demands, continuing to thrust in and out of me. I look down at where our bodies connect, watching his smooth, dark shaft sink into me, and without meaning to, I release another breathy moan.
The sight of his dick does things to me I can’t even explain. He has a beautiful dick. Long and thick. He’s perfectly symmetrical, the skin smooth and just a few shades lighter at the tip. His hand dips between us, practiced fingers finding my clit.
“I feel that sweet pussy of yours clenching around my cock. You want this. Don’t pretend you don’t.” Keeping with his slow pace, he thrusts into me a little harder, not giving me the friction I want but hitting a deeper point inside of me that has me digging my fingers into his flesh, holding on to his biceps like I need him to anchor me, like I’m worried he’ll leave if I don’t.
“Fuck.” He hits that spot deep inside me, the perfect one that lets me know my release is in sight. His callused fingers strum my clit, increasing the pleasure tenfold. “Harder,” I demand.
“No.”
“Faster, then.”
He nips at my bottom lip.
“No.”
“Screw you, Dominique. Fuck me.”
His eyes flash with pure lust, and his lips curve into a cruel smile. “What do you think we’re doing here, baby girl?”
Sweat drips down my hairline, my chest rising and falling rapidly as I fight to slow my heart rate. Meanwhile, he continues to rub teasing circles around my clit. “Oh God.”
“That’s it, baby girl. Let go. I’ve got you,” he murmurs, his voice softer than I’ve ever heard it.
My muscles tense and my eyes flutter closed. A whimper passes over my lips as intense waves build inside me. He’s too good at this. No one should be this good at sex.
The hand at my throat tightens, not enough to restrict my airway, but just enough to add a spike of adrenaline to my system, and then I’m flying. My pussy clenches around him as wave after wave of pleasure skates through my entire body. I slump back, my spine meeting the cool wood of the table as Dominique milks out every ounce of my release, leaving me boneless.
Fuck, that was… amazing.
He looms over me, bracing himself on either side of me as he continues to thrust in and out of me, and then his lips are on mine and his hot cum is filling me as he shudders through his own release.
He pulls back enough to meet my eyes. His mouth opens to say what, I’m not sure, because the next thing I know there are familiar voices outside and Dominique is cursing, sliding out of me as I rush to slip my legs back into my leggings and right my top.
ONE HUNDRED TWO
Kasey
Ijump down from the table, panic rushing through me.
“Kasey…”
“Get dressed,” I hiss.
His cum leaks out of my center, but I don’t have time to deal with that right now because I’m almost positive Bibiana and Allie are about to walk in right now. I pull the hair tie from my wrist and throw my hair into the fastest messy bun I can manage just as there’s a knock at the door, followed by it opening and my two best friends coming inside.
“Hey!” Allie calls.
“Kasey, we went by the Kappa Mu house and Quinn said we’d find you here. Are you kicking it with Aaron today? How’s he doing?” Bibiana asks, waddling further into the house. She’s close to eight months pregnant now and looks ready to pop. It’d be cute if I didn’t know just how miserable she is. The beginning of the pregnancy went well enough, but she’s struggling this last trimester. She’s tired and sore and from what I’ve gathered, more than ready for baby Chavez to make his debut.
I hook my thumb behind me and snort. “I was trying to, but all I found was this ray of sunshine.” Bibiana gives me a knowing smirk. One I choose to ignore, and claims one of the dining chairs, carefully lowering herself into it, one hand holding her round belly.
“Hey Dom.” She exhales a sigh of relief and he gives her a quick kiss on the cheek before moving to grab the giant box in Allie’s arms.
“What’s all this for?” he asks her.
Allie gives him a mischievous smirk. “We bought forks. It’s the day before Halloween and we’re going forking.”
