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Dom blows out a heavy breath as he rests his forehead against my own. His eyes have shut at some point, and his long lashes look like shadowy twigs against his cheekbones, each individual one dusted in charcoal. He’s so beautiful, it physically hurts me to stare at him. I imagine it’d be similar to peering up at the sun. One glance is okay. But staring directly at it for an hour? Your eyes begin to burn, and you’re in danger of going blind.
“Fucking hell, Ellie. That was…” Dom blows out a breath and then peels his eyelids open, ensnaring my attention with an effortless grace. “I’ll never get tired of being buried in your cunt, baby.”
I reach up to trace the hard planes of his face—features I’ve memorized over the years. The thin upper lip and the full, pouty lower one. The sharp cheekbones that give him an elegant, almost arrogant look, juxtaposed by the gentleness in his eyes. The smooth-shaven jawline, usually bunched with tension but now relaxed. The golden eyebrows a few shades darker than his naturally white-blond hair.
Beautiful.
And mine.
“Do you think your not-family noticed we were gone?” I whisper as I continue to study his face through touch alone.
He groans. “What did I say about mentioning those people when I’m inside you?”
“Technically, you mentioned I can’t talk about them when you’re about to be inside me.” I grin up at him, feeling stupidly happy and stupidly in love.
“Brat.” He playfully nips at the tip of my nose before pulling out of me. I watch in rapt fascination as his semi-hard, golden cock is pulled free from my pussy, wetness coating the entire length of it. White cum drips from me and cascades down my thighs.
Dom stares just as intently and then surprises the shit out of me by stepping forward, scooping up our combined release, and then pushing it back inside of my pussy.
“Dom!” I exclaim in surprise, but his face remains serious, his tongue poking between his lips as he concentrates.
Once he’s satisfied, he steps away and grabs a towel, wiping at his dick.
“I want to be inside of you the rest of the night, Ellie.” His voice is a low, husky growl that I feel straight in my core. My nipples, which are already rock hard, pebble impossibly farther, poking through the soft material of my dress. “I want you wearing my cum while you make polite conversation with my biological father and my bitch of a stepmom. I want you saturated in my scent when you talk to my dipshit brothers.”
It’s not a request but an order.
And…
I can’t say I want to refuse.
Why the fuck is that so sexy?
I jump off the counter and then straighten my long dress, keenly aware of the wetness between my thighs. I ache, but it’s the most perfect type of pain.
Dom watches me with a hooded stare, his eyes radiating unbridled lust, and I offer him a sly smile in return before taking a step closer. I push up on my tiptoes so I can speak directly into his ear.
“I’m going to be able to think of nothing but your cum inside of me, Dom,” I whisper breathily. “It’s going to fucking consume me.”
He groans low in his throat, the noise a tortured, pained sound. I have no idea if it’s because of my words…or because I used the word “fuck.”
“You’re going to kill me, baby,” he laments, as if this entire thing wasn’t his idea in the first place.
I simply smirk and twist toward the mirror, attempting to fix my hair the best I can. There’s not much I can do about my swollen lips, but at least I can clean up my smeared lipstick.
I look…radiant. Not necessarily beautiful or anything, but my skin seems glow, as if someone lit a candle beneath the surface. There’s a delicate flush to my cheeks that gives me an innocent, dewy aura.
Is this what people mean when they claim someone has a “just-fucked” look?
I like it.
Once I’m sure I look semi-presentable—at least enough to finish this dinner, return home, and beg Dominic for a repeat performance—-I turn toward where my golden god stands against the wall, waiting for me.
There’s so much love and yearning in his eyes that my throat physically closes. But Dominic doesn’t say anything as he extends a hand for me to take.
I feel weightless—like I’m floating on nothing but sensation and the afterglow of what Dom and I just did—and there’s a literal skip to my step as I exit the bathroom.
But that giddy feeling dissipates when I see who’s waiting for us just outside the door.
