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Just like he always does.
He steps away from me with an enviable grace—in the state I’m in now, I’d probably trip over my own two feet and face-plant onto the ground—to toss his suit jacket aside. Then he undoes the buttons of his dress shirt, allowing the material to slide open on either side of his golden abs.
My mouth waters at the sight of all that glorious, sun-kissed skin, and I want to trace every dip and hard, chiseled line. With my tongue.
He doesn’t take his shirt off the rest of the way, however, before he kisses me once more, urging my legs to wrap around his waist yet again. This positioning pushes up my dress—thank god for the slit up my thigh—and he wastes no time caressing the newly revealed skin.
I give him the same treatment, eagerly running my fingertips across his hard, sinewy muscles, the exact way I desire to do with my mouth, tongue, and teeth.
“We need to be quick,” he murmurs as he pushes my dress even farther up my thighs, his touch leaving trails of heat and fire in its wake. I shiver and instinctively jerk my hips upward, allowing him to bundle the material around my waist and leave my pussy visible for his inspection.
My bare pussy.
His breath hitches, and that fire in his eyes reaches an unspeakable level, scalding my skin and branding my soul.
“You didn’t wear any underwear.” That sentence almost sounds like an accusation.
I bite down on my lower lip. “Beckett said the dress looked better without it.” Heat engulfs both of my cheeks, but I don’t know if the sudden flare of fire is from my own unfettered desire or that sliver of self-consciousness that refuses to abate.
A part of me revels under Dom’s attention, loving the way his gaze dips to my exposed pussy.
And another piece of me feels vulnerable and exposed with him staring at me so intently.
Then all my pesky insecurities are swept away when Dominic breathes, “You’re fucking perfect, El.”
“Prove it.” I grab at the waistband of his pants, tugging him closer, and then pull his cock free. He’s already hard in my hand, and when I stroke him, he jerks.
Dominic grips the back of my head and kisses me once more while I line his cock up with my entrance. He pauses, his tip brushing tantalizingly against my slit, before pulling away to whisper, “Condom?”
“I’m clean and on the pill,” I reply, planting open-mouthed kisses down the column of his throat. “But I’m sure Harvey has one somewhere?—”
“Don’t say his fucking name when I’m about to enter you, baby.” He presses his forehead against my shoulder. “Goddamn. Way to ruin the mood.”
I chuckle, still feeling him very, very hard against my entrance.
Yeah. Mood totally ruined.
“Then I guess you don’t have to fuck?—“
My retort is cut off when Dominic plunges inside of me.
It’s not soft or careful, the way it was when he took my virginity. It’s fast and eager and edging on desperation. That one thrust of his hips tells me everything he doesn’t say out loud—he loves me, he wants me, and he owns me.
Holy fuck.
My mouth opens instinctively, but whatever sound I’m about to make is captured by Dominic. He kisses me the same way he fucks me, giving me his complete attention and devotion, like the rest of the world doesn’t matter or even exist to him.
His massive cock stretches me and pushes me to my very limits.
“Dom…” I run my fingers through his platinum-blond hair kissed with darker, golden streaks. “Fuck, Dom.”
Arousal slides up my spine and knots in my throat. I’m suddenly incapable of speech. I can do nothing but match him thrust for thrust, my eyelids fluttering as I feel myself reaching that precarious edge.
Dom pinches my clit, his rapid pace unceasing, and I detonate.
A ripple of desire tears through me as sparks dance in my vision. My scream of pleasure is cut off, yet again, by Dom’s lips on mine. He swallows the sounds I make, one after the other, taking them as his own.
His hips stutter, increasing speed, and then he explodes inside of me. I can feel him filling me up, and god help me, I almost come again.
