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His jacket seems to evaporate he has it off so quickly, his fingers flying as they undo his shirt, virtually throwing it and his undershirt off.
It’s the first time I’ve seen this much of his skin, and I want to touch every inch of his chest, to trace the other tattoos I didn’t even know he had. They’re not overly done, but they’re there, and my mouth waters as I think about outlining each and every one of them with my tongue.
I lift to my elbows to make sure I don’t miss a thing as he keeps going. As many times as he’s watched me strip down to next to nothing, it feels sexy to watch him remove his clothes for me, though there’s no slow seduction. It’s all rushed need.
His hands work at his belt, and his slacks fall before he lowers the front of his boxer-briefs, letting his cock out.
My breath stutters, failing me. It’s like the rest of him, thick and powerful, the wide tip standing proudly from his body. He wraps a hand around the length, and as he gives himself a stroke, a bead of precum pearls at the tip.
His voice is deep, smooth as silk as he sees my hungry reaction, but there’s an undercurrent of arrogance. “Like what you see?”
I like that it sounds like something I’d say, like maybe my sass is rubbing off on him just a little bit. I bite my lip, looking up at him through my lashes, and nod, not sure exactly what I’m begging for.
“Please.”
He climbs onto the bed, looming over me as he lays me back, and I spread my legs, welcoming him. He grinds his hips against mine, rubbing his cock along my folds, coating himself in my wetness. I can feel my legs trembling, my hips lifting to encourage him where I need him.
Dominick pins me between his arms, his eyes burning with an inner light, their depths gleaming with lust and . . . more, just for me.
“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this, how many times I’ve dreamed of you this way,” he rasps, his body vibrating from the restraint as he looks at me, his hips paused momentarily. “In my bed, begging for my cock, ready to take everything I can give you.”
I can hear the promise in the dirty words, and I want it all. I wrap my arms around his back, and my breathy moan seems to be the tipping point. He thrusts into me in one sharp movement, sheathing himself fully, driving the breath out of my body. He’s huge, and even with the fingering he gave me a few days ago, my body is shocked, galvanized as if I’m a newly-broken virgin, opening for the first time.
He pauses balls-deep, filling me until I’m riding that edge of pleasure and pain. I can feel my inner walls quivering, gripping him greedily, so I wrap my legs around his, tangling with him to hold him inside me. My nails score his back, and I growl, demanding more.
“Yes,” I cry out softly as he rolls his hips, making the pain melt away. He lies on me, pressing me into the soft bedding with his weight and slipping his hands under my shoulders to clasp me to him, pinning me helpless to the foam as he kisses me hard.
I arch, both loving and hating the restraint. I want to perform for him, to show him how much he pleases me, how he makes my soul cry out for his completion, but instead, I’m forced to take what he offers me.
His strokes are sharp and short as he rapidly spears into me, hitting a spot deep inside me that drives me wild.
“Oh, my God, Dominick,” I cry out, already dangerously close to coming.
His eyes seek out mine, the room’s bright light leaving nowhere to hide. He can see me, the reckless abandon he’s driven me to as I beg and plead for more, shamelessly wanting him to take me to the edge. But I can see him too, see the depth of his desire. I can see the joy at finally being right where we’ve both wanted him to be, inside me, making us into one, if only for a moment.
Our breath mingles in the small space between us, creating a world all our own. Dominick presses his forehead against mine, his hips slapping roughly against me and shaking my body all the way up my spine.
“Look at me, Allison. Say my name when you come.”
It’s a demand, but one I happily obey, not wanting to look away from him for even a second. He slams into me, hard enough that I know I’ll feel his mark tomorrow, and his name escapes with every thrust, over and over again, like a mantra. I leap into the abyss this time, unafraid as he holds me tightly, knowing that he’s got me, and I’m awash in the pleasure.
