Damn it, he’s good at this. He pushes a finger in to work in tandem with his tongue, and I’m a writhing mess.
His beard tickles and rubs against my ass, and damn it if that doesn’t feel good too.
“I… Oh my… Fuck. That’s…” I can’t even form a sentence, but there’s no need, because as the expert he is, he knows what I want without me even asking.
More.
He adds a second finger, pumping in and out as his teeth bite my clit, and that does it. That’s it.
I explode.
“Dom!” I shout, but he’s relentlessly drawing out every drop of my pleasure.
“I’ve dreamed about you whispering my name. Didn’t know you shouting it was going to be even better.”
My legs shake as he drops them, and I sit up, ready to pull him towards me.
I kiss him, tasting my arousal and the beer from earlier on histongue. I pull his briefs down, finding a toned ass, just like I knew I would. “I love your ass.”
He chuckles against my lips. “That’s new.”
I squeeze his glutes for good measure. “That’s a shame, because it’s perfect.”
He smiles, shaking his head and dipping low to kiss me again.
23WHY DID I FIGHT THIS?
Dom
Why didI fight this when she fits perfectly in my arms? When she tasted like rain and recklessness and the sweetest sin? I told her I would eat her, but really, I could get lost in her, all day and all night. I don’t want to just eat—I want to devour. I want to consume, and I can’t get enough.
“I don’t have a condom,” I whisper against her lips, my dick teasing her entrance. I won’t, not without protection.
“Bedside table, top drawer,” she commands. Strong feelings invade me, between being happy she’s prepared but completely losing my mind about anybody else getting a taste of her perfect cunt, lips, or body.
She escapes from my hold enough to grab the condom, and the emptiness she leaves behind is already too much to handle. How the fuck is just once going to be enough? Who am I kidding? It won’t.
She takes the wrapper between her teeth, expertly freeing the condom and sliding it over my dick.
“Jesus,” she whispers, training her eyes on it.
“Nah, just a dick.”
“That’s a giant dick, Dominic. It’s gonna break me in half. The condom barely fits.”
I chuckle deep in my throat. “It will not. I’ll make it feel good.”
“It. Won’t. Fit,” she says again.
I press my lips together, suppressing a laugh. She’s so random and adorable, and I like it more than I want to admit. I lift her face so her eyes meet mine. “We’ll make it fit.” I lower myself so my arms are caging her face, her lips impossibly close to mine. I take what I’ve been wanting since the night I met her and kiss her, just like I told her, committing everything to memory. If I get to have her this once, I’m going to make it last, and I’m going to take my time.
I slide my dick in, painfully slow, letting her adjust to me.
“Dom,” she whispers against my lips, breathy and…scared?
“Do you want me to stop?” Her ice blue eyes snap to mine. “We can stop. We don’t have to do this.”
“Don’t you dare,” she spits back.
