“Dom,” I whisper as he presses against that spot, bending his fingers and stretching me perfectly. I roll my hips, searching for more friction as his breathing changes next to me. He’s affected by this, and that has me going crazy too.
“Please,” I beg when his fingers press harder, right how I want them, but he slides his fingers out instead. “You son of a bi?—”
He’s laughing.
Laughing?
I smack his shoulder with my fist. “Stop laughing about it and make me come!”
Dom slides a strand of hair behind my ear. “You think you can run away from me, teasing me with your perfect ass, and still expect me to, what? Let you off easy?”
“Just please.”
He drags his hand up my thigh, reaching my sex but stopping right before he gets there. “That’s good and all, that you’re asking so nicely, but you were playing around, and now it’s my turn.”
He drags two fingers into me, curving and pumping while holding me tight against the hay prickling my ass.
It’s wild how he knows exactly what will do it for me, what will make me come undone and what will get me wetter than before. I toss my head back, widening my stance so I can get more friction against his hand. I don’t dare open my eyes and look at him, because if I do, I’m afraid I will blurt out how obsessed with him I am.
I might not be obsessed with him after this, though, because this motherfucker just took his fingers out. Again.
I groan, narrowing my eyes to find him smiling. Begging didn’t work, so maybe I’ll play on his ego instead.
“Aww, you can’t handle me, Dom?” He’s taken aback by my brazenness, so I continue. “I can handle myself and show you, though.”
He pins me in place with his hips, taking my hands in his, trapping them over my head, sticking his tongue out and lickinghis bottom lip before showing me a half smile. “I can handle wild horses, darlin’. I can certainly handle you.”
I lift my chin, getting closer to him so he can’t see how badly I’m shaking at just the thought of his hands on me again. “Prove it.”
He groans, kissing my neck and below my ear, dragging those fingers back in, right where they belong, flexing them to hit the exact spot he knows will do it. He keeps my hands above my head as I whisper his name and soft yeses every time he hits that spot. Wetness rushes between my legs as he slides another finger in, stretching me perfectly.
“Así es que me gustas, bebé, mojadita, apretaíta, y volviéndote loca por mí.”
Holy.
Fucking.
Shit.
“Yes, whatever that means.”
“Dale, Firefly. Let go.”
I do, all over his hands, my body shaking with the best feeling to ever exist, his hand buried deep inside me.
He slides his hand out, dragging a line of cum over my bottom lip before licking it and sucking it between his lips. He lets go with a pop, quietly sliding my jeans up like this didn’t even happen. He removes a piece of hay from my hip before dropping a soft kiss on my lips. “Handled?” he asks.
Goddamn it. He’s perfect, and unfortunately, I do think I love his ass.
“I have to get back to work, but see you later?”
“Sure thing. Me and my bratty ass will be waiting. I have to tell you how good my convo with Lilly went!” I walk past him—or try to, because he smacks my ass, making me squeal.
“Dom!” I shout.
He smiles, adjusting his dick, the one he didn’t ask me once to do anything for, and says, “To remind you…I can handle you just fine.”
27DANCE THE NIGHT AWAY
