He pulled out again, eyebrows raised. “I’m waiting, Darlin’. Or would you rather me just mark this pretty little cunt with my cum and leave you like this?”
His wicked smile was so handsome, and the way he towered over me, his frame nearly swallowing me, had put me under his spell. I wanted him, needed him.
“I want you.”
Another slap, another moan from me.
“Only you,” I relented, through gritted teeth, trying to hold back the needy sound threatening to escape my lips.
“Good girl,” he growled. He slid home in one deep thrust, my walls stretching around his girth. “Now I want you to hold on to that headboard, not move your hands, and take my cock.”
I obeyed him wordlessly, my eyes glued to his strong shoulders and broad chest as I traced the lines and swirls of ink covering his skin with my gaze.
Physically, he was the opposite of every guy I’d ever dated, but none of them made me feel like this. None of them had me going crazy with need, had me throwing my convictions and resolutions to the wind.
He started fucking me in forceful, deep strokes, and I met each one with the same intensity. Hooking his arms underneath my thighs, he sat back slightly, putting his weight on his knees, and pulled me with him.
My hips were elevated now, and all I could do was hold on as he pumped into me.
“Look at you, Goddess. Never seen anything as pretty as you impaled on my fat cock, that tight little fuckhole stretched for me.” His balls slapped against my ass as his thrusts became more intense. “And it’s all fucking mine, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” I moaned.
“Fuck, you’re being such a good girl for me. That deserves a reward.” His thumb slid to my clit, applying that delicious pressure I was craving.
“You better make me come, Hotshot.”
He chuckled darkly. “Not you acting like you’re not screaming on my dick every night.”
I scoffed, though his next thrust knocked the breath out of me. “Who says I’m n-not fa-faking i-it?”
Dom barked out an actual laugh, delight sparkling in his eyes, as he slowed his movements, rolling his hips now. Thespot he was hitting from this angle had me seeing stars, and the pressure in my core was mounting.
His eyes narrowed briefly before he pushed my legs up, putting his full weight on my body. My pelvis was tilted up, and the pressure continued to climb higher and higher, unlike anything I’d ever felt before.
Dom delivered a series of hard, deep strokes, which had my eyes rolling back in my head at the sensations shooting through my body. Every muscle was tense, my thighs were literally shaking, but I was a slave to my pleasure, unable to move.
He pulled out completely and stimulated my clit with hard, side-to-side movements before plunging back in, hammering into me. My walls were clenching around him, my orgasm approaching fast, but something felt different.
Dom kept repeating this process, pulling out to roughly play with my throbbing clit and fucking me with deep strokes.
“What are you doing?” My voice was hoarse and scratchy from all the moaning, and he shot me another wicked smile.
“Just let go.”
His next thrust hit some kind of trigger point, and my pussy contracted. As he pulled out, his fingers immediately abusing my clit, the insane pressure crested. A gush of liquid was shooting out of me, splashing against him and soaking the sheets.
“Oh my Godddddddd!” I moaned, my head thrown back, as the pressure released, my walls convulsing as he plunged his length into me again with a deep, “Fuuuck yeah. And that’s proof you’re not faking it, Goddess. That pretty cunt gushing all over my cock.”
I looked down, eyes widened in shock, to discover that he was right — my juices were literally coating his dick, dripping down to his balls.
“I— what?” I was still dazed, caught in the haze of pleasure, the sheer force of my orgasm zapping me of all energy.
“My good girl just squirted all over my cock, so fucking beautifully.” His grin was cocky as hell, but I couldn’t even blame him. I didn’t even know I coulddothat. “So now I’m going to reward her and pump her full of my cum.”
I moaned brokenly, his filthy words making me clench around him. Sweat was running down the side of his neck, and the look on his face had turned from wicked to absolutely feral.
His thrusts turned brutal. Wet smacking sounds echoed through the room every time our bodies collided.
