“Can make that pussy choke me in two, baby,” he muttered, watching his thumb. “Gonna stretch this hole soon. You hear me?”
I nodded.
He pulled his hips back and slammed into me. My arms gave out, pleasure covering me, and I fell to the floor. “Yes,” I hissed at his steady rhythm.
“Cannot believe my woman needs a good fucking before she can focus on work,” he taunted, smiling at me. “Filthy girl.”
My eyes rolled back and my fingers went to my clit. “God, yes, Ash.”
He grabbed my hips, pulling me back to meet his relentless thrusts. “Pussy’s gonna be leaking when you’re running around that kitchen.” He grunted. “Fucking love that.”
My fingers moved faster, my body climbing higher and higher. “Degrade me,” I ordered on a moan. “Please, Ash.”
His hand went to the back of my neck, holding me down as he mounted me. The new angle of his cock hitting my cervix had me screaming. “Shut up,” he growled. “Shut up and take my cock.”
Yes. Yes. Yes.
“Baby,” I gasped.
His hips went faster. “Such a good little slut,” he groaned. “Bending over and letting me use you.”
That did it.
Pleasure consumed me. As I drowned in it, calling out his name, he flipped me to my back, spread my legs, and entered me again. “Fuck,” he groaned, kissing me. “Fuck, Angel.” His hips resumed their brutal pace, and my neck arched. He dove for it, dragging his teeth over my sensitive flesh.
I wrapped my arm around his neck, anchoring myself. “Take me, Ash. I’m yours.”
“All mine.” He held my hips down, pounding into me. “Mine to cherish. Mine to fuck. Mine to love.” He moved, hovering over me. “Give me your eyes, Starlight.”
My hand went to my clit again, feeling his coarse hair brush over it with each thrust. Our gazes locked and our bodies moved as one. “I love you, Ash.”
We’d said those three words to each other only a handful of times, but there was something about today. I needed to say them. His jaw tightened, his thrust starting to slow.
He was close. “I love you, Angel.”
Our lips met and we lost ourselves again.
I was late getting back to work.
Epilogue
Dominic
“Good morning. How did last night go?”
“He’s still not talking today, Dr. Edwards,” the prison guard informed me.
I gave him a cool smile. “He doesn’t have to speak if he doesn’t want to. However, this visit is court ordered.”
The guard nodded, sighing. “I just feel bad for you wasting your time. Let me get you a temp badge.”
“Thank you,” I said, clipping it to my suit.
He grabbed his radio and held it to his mouth. “Open visitor door C, please.”
A beep filled the room, the red light above the steel door turning green. With a tired groan, the door opened, revealing two other guards who tipped their hats to me as I walked through.
“Closing visitor door C, over,” the guard on the right said.
