“Carry on,” she whispers.
“Atta girl.” I hold her ass cheeks apart, bringing my tongue to taste her. Perfect. She yelps as I continue feasting. I won’t stop until every inch of her has been kissed and touched by me, but damn, this moment right here might be on my mind in a loop forever. I slide my tongue in, fighting the tightness, but she relaxes against me as I go deeper.
“Dom!” she shouts.
I chuckle against her asshole. “What? You’ve never gotten your ass eaten before?”
“Oh my?—”
I slap her pussy with three fingers, and she yelps again. “I told you, no other name here.”
“Yes, daddy,” she quips.
That’s it. I can’t take it. “Goddamn it, Riley.”
She’s the one laughing now. “Two can play at this game,daddy.”
Brat.
I go back to her ass, lapping at it as if it’s my last meal. I can’t get enough of her. She will be my undoing.
She presses her ass against my mouth, bringing delicate fingers to her pussy, searching for more, but nah, it’s my turn. I’ll be the one to give it to her.
I slide two fingers in easily, her wetness spreading everywhere. Her swollen pussy welcomes them, and it’s not long before she’s exploding again, ass and pussy clenching—one around my fingers, the other around my tongue.
She drops to the bed, breathless and spent. “I can’t take it anymore.”
“Ah, Riley, give me one more, yeah?”
She groans but gets her ass back up. Her legs and arms are shaking. I climb back in bed with her as I hold her hips, digging my fingers into her flesh. She moans, backing into my hard dick. I slide in, the warmth welcoming me as we both groan in pleasure.
“You feel so good. So perfect,” I praise.
“It’s so good. So perfect,” she echoes. I lean forward, curling my hand around her throat. “Yes.”
I kiss her neck, bite her shoulder, lick her ear as I drive into her again and again. It doesn’t take long before she drops her head back, resting it on my shoulder, and her pussy flutters around me.
“That’s it,” I growl, everything tightening as I topple over the edge too. She’s screaming my name, I’m growling hers, and we both fall onto the bed, sweaty, breathless, and sated.
I’m unsurprised by our chemistry and the way our bodies moved in sync the second our lips were together, but it doesn’t stop me from being astounded at the reaction. We fit perfectly together, making it a damn shame we weren’t born in the same decade.
Maybe then, I would know for sure if I could give her everything she needs.
She drags a hand to my thigh, squeezing above the knee butremoving it in the blink of an eye, always so afraid she’s doing something wrong even when her gut is telling her the opposite.
I pull her hand until her head lands on my chest, and I let her hear the way she’s making my heart beat in sync with the overwhelming feelings I have in this moment.
I kiss the top of her head, and she looks up at me, those impossible blues searching mine. “Just this once, uh, um, can also mean you spend the night, right?” Riley asks, a hint of hurt behind her voice. She’s afraid and fragile in this moment, and I would hate myself if I didn’t at the very least offer her company after the fucking mess we just made.
I don’t know who I’m lying to, because it’s more than her wanting me to stay. I want it too. I'd rather sleep wrapped around her tonight and figure out how badly I got burned tomorrow.
I fix myself in her small bed, pulling her closer, brushing a piece of hair away from her face. “I’ll stay. ”
“Goodnight, Dom,” she whispers.
Just this once, we said, so I better make it count. Just for tonight, I’m going to let myself have it. Breathe her in. Feel the soft curve of her back under my fingertips as she tangles her naked legs between mine.
I hate myself instantly for even thinking it, but damn it if she doesn’t fit perfectly right here, with her messy hair tucked under my chin, her head resting on the heart that’s been slowly growing fond of her, her wild spirit calm in my arms.
