“Oh, you like that, huh? How rough you willing to let me go?” He twists more, in opposite directions, and I rise on my tippy toes before I let out a squeak. Even then, he pinches harder, but at least he stops twisting.
He continues till he pulls a moan from me, and then he soothes my abused nipples with his palms, rubbing them in circles.
“Very good.” I huff at his words. “What? Not a fan of the good-girl kink?” I can hear the smile in his voice.
“Pretty sure the last guy who tried that with me got a broken arm.”
He leans closer, lowering his hands to tug on my jeans, popping the top button easily with his thumb. His face is close, his jaw rubbing against mine like a freaking cat in heat. His thumb teases the soft underside of my belly, and I’m soon meowing for more.
“Oh, is the kitty upset?”
“Call me kitty one more time,” I growl.
He laughs. “So, no praise and no nickname. What can I call you?”
“If you’re talking, you ain’t doing it right.”
“Oh, but honey, don’t you know? I can multitask.” And with that, he sucks on my neck as he glides one hand beneath my jeans and zeros in on my clit with little effort. He applies light pressure as he rotates his fingers in a circle around the bundle of nerves.
I grind into him on a groan. He’s really good at that, but I need more. I try to twist my hips and sink lower so he gets the hint, but the bastard just chuckles at my expense. I’m already too worked up to be playing this game for much longer. So I tell him.
Grabbing the back of his head, I pull his hair to stop him sucking on my neck, but only just barely. I need him close still, but in the ways I want it. Need it. “Fuck me or fuck off. I’m not a toy to play with.”
He ignores the pull of his hair and leans in to lick my neck again. With the amount of attention he’s giving it, I won’t be surprised if he leaves a mark. One I might covet later, but right now, I just want some better friction between my legs.
“Oh, but you are. You’re my toy. And I’m not done with you.”
I close my eyes tight and clench my hands into fists at his words. I get wetter off them, but that only increases my desperation. Who the hell knew I would like this so much? When I fuck, I fuck. I let the guy take the lead with the position, unless I’m not getting what I want, and then I get ontop. But I’ve never had talk like this. Never felt like a possession before. And fuck if that’s not hot.
I’ll worry about what that means about me later. Right now, I just need to get off.
I’m close, but Domino must know that. He’s a tease more than anything, dragging this out longer than I can take. How long have we been in here? A minute? An hour? I’m so lost to his touch that everything is fuzzy. Another thing no man has ever made happen in my life. Sure, men can complicate it, but they’ve never made me lose my mind enough with them that I also lose track of time and space.
And I’m about to lose more if he doesn’t get with the program.
I try once more to get him to do what I want. I buck to push him off, but that must be the spark he needed because, with a quick flip, my face is against the door, the knob bumping into my hip from the turn. If I bruise from it tomorrow, I hope I can’t tell it from among the others Domino will leave with the pressure his fingers have on my hips as he grinds his dick along my ass.
“This what you want, princess?”
I lick my lips and try harder than I will admit to get words out. “Not a princess.”
He grunts at me still denying him a name. Wrapping his hand around my hair, he pulls my head back, and I arch as much as I can with the door in front of me and a wall of pure muscle behind me. “You’re right. You’ve got too much fight in you to be anyone’s princess. But lucky for you, I’m going to fuck the fight right out of you.”
“You can try,” I say as I grind my ass into him and pull moans from both of us.
He bites my neck, literally bites it, and I scream for a second at the intensity of it. Pulling back, he feels a bit more in control while I tremble. He runs his fingers over every part of me, soothing the boiling need inside me. His hands move down again, and this time he undoes all the buttons on my pants, then pushes them and my underwear down to my knees. He slides his hands over my naked thighs and around my ass, squeezing each cheek quickly before moving to my arms and forcing them lower on the wall, using the weight of his body to push me forward so I bend over.
His hands glide back up my arms, gripping my shoulders this time and then trailing down my back to lift my shirt just enough to place a soft kiss right above my ass. I shiver at the gentleness and hold my position as I hear the jingle of his belt and then his jeans lowering. The opening of a package has me breathing out slowly, willing my body to just hang in there a few more moments. It won’t be long now.
Once he has the condom on, I can just jump him and stick his dick in me if he doesn’t do it first. I bet I can take him.
Or at least I hope I can. I think with the amount of crying my pussy is doing, I’ll get it done. My girl can be a real animal when she wants something. And she wants his cock. It felt like a monster when he rubbed it against me. If it was my first time, I’d question if it’ll fit, but I’m not a blushing virgin. Not a slut, but I guess that’s only if you ask certain people. I’m sure others would say if you sleep with more than one person, that’s the very definition of slut, but I don’t think I’ve even started a hoe phase. I know every man’s name who’s put his dick in me. Well, not last names. But that’s semantics.
“You ready for me, baby?”
I hiss at the contact when his palms glide over me. A welcome feeling, especially when one hand stays on my lower back and the other moves to my core, his fingers finally finding the hole I’ve almost begged from him to sink into before.
“Oh baby, you’re soaked. Fuck, I’d give anything to go bare inside you and feel all this wetness around my cock.”
