I opened my mouth, but nothing came out, save for a few sputters that had his eyes glinting mischievously.
He rolled my nipple, and I swallowed back a whimper. If he touched my pussy, he would find me wet—and the look in his eyes told me he knew that too.
I couldn’t seem to find my voice to stop him. I didn’t want to. I didn’t think I had ever craved another man’s touch as I did with him, and a part of me wanted to see how far he would take this if I didn’t stop him.
He pulled my shirt up, not saying anything. He rested it against my collarbones, baring me to his gaze under the morning light.
My breath caught. My brain was fuzzy, addled with lust and wariness, making it hard for me to think straight.
He kept eye contact as he leaned forward, took the other nipple between his lips, and suckled on it.
I felt it all the way down to my pussy, and wetness gushed out of me.
He hummed around me, as if he loved the very taste of me, and he sucked on my nipple harder, his finger on the other one turning just a little rougher until I didn’t know what to focus on.
My chest arched up slightly, and I closed my eyes, rubbing my thighs together. I grasped his large bicep, holding him there. His muscles tensed every time he moved.
How could I possibly be affected by him so badly? I didn’t know, and I didn’t want to allow myself the time to really think clearly. For the first time in my life, I wanted to act impulsively and not worry about the consequences of my actions. Would it really be so bad?
His hand moved, sliding down my body and reaching for the hem of his boxer briefs.
A slight panic entered me when he moved his fingers under the thin piece of fabric and the panties I had on.
His warm hand covered my mound.
My back arched, and reality tried to penetrate.
“Dominic, wait—”
I gasped when he plunged one finger inside me.
I squeezed around him instinctively, letting out a small whimper when he began to move that finger.
Tremors wracked around the small of my back, and Dominic never looked away as he finger-fucked me.
He pulled away from my nipple with a pop of his mouth, leaving behind a wet spot.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he gritted out.
I couldn’t say anything. I was robbed of speech, and I was so close to coming. I didn’t even know how it was possible so soon.
He quickened his pace, his palm brushing against my clit every time he pushed back inside me, and I could do nothing more than lie there and take all he was giving.
“Dominic,” I uttered.
It didn’t sound like a fucking protest to me.
No, it sounded like a plea.
A plea for more, and more, and more.
I needed more.
“I knew you would be like this,” he said, his voice dark with his desire, taking his finger out to play with my clit. My eyes closed at his words. A little more like this, and I would be pushed off the cliff.
Oh, God.
“I knew you would be tight. So fucking perfect for me, and I’m fucking keeping you,” he said.
