“Hmmph. There’s nothing modest about me.” He pretended to be offended, but the proof was in the hard ridge pressing against Zoey’s side.
She shrieked in surprise as in one fluid motion he got up, and flipped her over so she was now bent over the bed, her face pressed against the mattress. He was on his feet behind her, with his broad palms on her sides. He trailed his fingers lightly along her curvy body.
“All this woman, all mine. How did I get so lucky?”
He squeezed her butt cheeks, still warm from the spanking. She shivered with the feel of his fingers on her lit nerve endings, where the smacks had ignited her flesh. She shifted her weight, leaning into his touch, before one hand slipped between the folds of her pussy, slick with her excitement. She jolted as if she had come in contact with a live wire, his touch on her clit.
A moan escaped as his fingers did delicious things, swirly things that drove her wild. And then.... he removed his hand.
What?
“Don’t eventhinkof stopping now, you bastard!”
His response was a low, sexy rumble of laughter. “Somebodylikes being spanked.”
“Damn it, I did, and if you don’t take me right now—oh!”
She gasped as he slammed his enormous length into her from behind, filling her up.
His hand returned to do its delirium-inducing thrumming against her clit, as he rolled his hips over and over against her sensitive butt cheeks, still buzzing from being spanked.
She clutched at the bedspread, thick waves of unruly brown hair fanning about her head, muffling the moans and sighs as her entire body was rocked with each thrust.
She wanted him, all of him, and she loved the feel of him buried inside of her, the tickle of his curls against her tingling skin, the way he made her feel like the most desirable woman he had ever known.
His fingers continued their hypnotic strokes, and together their breaths grew harsher and faster, almost in unison as they both began the climb towards the apex of pleasure. The heat coiled deep in her tighter, so tight, until with a loud cry she shattered.
He felt her pulsing around him as the waves of her orgasm rushed through her, sweeping him along to his own hoarse, guttural cry. He pumped her full of his hot, sticky seed, loving the look of her beautiful, round curves receiving every bit of him.
This woman. He would never get enough.
Finally, slowly, he pulled out of her, keeping a broad hand on the silkiness of her skin. He pulled her back up from the bed, taking her into his arms. He looked at her face, flushed as it was with pleasure, the freckles, or angel kisses as her mother called them, a dusting of gold accentuating her glow.
Dominic tingled with pride and….another emotion.
I did that,he thought fiercely.I gave her the universe and stars, and I’ll devote the rest of my life making her the happiest woman alive.
He gave her the greatest gift he could think of at that moment -- the truth.
“I love you,” he said.
And she melted with joy.
* * * * *
Dominic walked to the back door of the limo, holding it open for Zoey. She couldn’t help but feel a rush of warmth. The big, scary killer was also an old-fashioned gentleman. And he treated her like a princess.
He was a complicated man, made up of many parts. Sure, some of them were sharp and spikey, but she was starting to see that those were walls he’d erected to protect himself.
“Hey!” a voice shouted out from behind a cluster of palm trees. Romano trotted up, looking expectant. “What’s up, boss?”
“Going to dinner.”
Romano’s face lit up. “Nice. I’m hungry. Where are we going? I’m in the mood for a rare steak.”
“We, as inmy mate andI, are going to Sergio’s. You are going to sit outside and eat a sandwich.”
Romano made a mournful face. “Sergio’s? I love Sergio’s.”
