“With pleasure. Thought you’d never ask.” He forced his thick length into me with a grunt, slowly pushing his way in until his pelvis was flush against mine. A strangled moan escaped me as he stretched me open, my pussy still not used to his extraordinary thickness.
“Holy shit!” Closing my eyes, my head fell back against the wall with a dull thud.
Dom buried his head at the side of my neck, his hot breath ghosting over my flushed, heated skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake.
“Feel that? That fucking pussy was made for me.”
When he started pumping into me, I opened my eyes. I was not going to miss this show. Sweat dotted his brow, and he had a wild, hungry look on his face as his muscles bulged. When he first picked me up, I hadn’t thought we’d end up fucking against a wall.
But once again I had underestimated this man’s determination. Even the slightest inkling of doubt on my part, and he justhadto prove that he could do it.
Andfuck me, did he look good while doing so. Veins popping on his arms, tattoos on full display, and that goddamn backwards cap.
“Harder, need you to fuck me harder!” I moaned.
He pounded into me, knocking the breath out of me, and it wasn’t long before I was teetering on the edge.
“That’s it. Take your fat cock up this pretty little cunt,” he grunted, his hips smacking against me, sweat coating our bodies.
Changing the angle of his thrusts, the insane feeling of pressure built inside of me.
“Gonna come,” I moaned helplessly.
My thighs clenched around him, trembling, as my toes curled and my pussy clamped down, gushing all over his dick.
“Oh, fuck, just like that. Squirt for me, Goddess.” He pressed a sloppy kiss on my lips. “So fucking hot,” he moaned, his gaze lowering to the mess I’d made of him. His length glistened with my juices, dripping down his balls.
The wet slapping sound echoed through the room as he continued to drive into me, his features strained, beads of sweat rolling down the sides of his face.
“You want my cum?” he growled, barely restrained.
His control was slipping, and I wanted to be his undoing.
“Yes,” I purred, my nails scratching over his shoulders, making him shiver in pleasure. “Please give it to me, fill me up.”
“Good girl,” he groaned, before throwing his head back and burying his length to the hilt, his hot cum painting my insides.
With each spurt of cum, he thrust into me, flattening me against the wall and nearly squashing me with his bulk.
Dom buried his face in my hair, his chest heaving. A deep, satisfied sound rumbled through his chest.
“I was so fucking right,” he murmured.
Swatting his shoulder, I couldn’t stop the laugh breaking out of me.
Forty One
Dom
The room glowed with a soft, golden haze cast by string lights draped above the bed like a halo. Outside, the world was silent — the kind of quiet that only comes deep into the night when time itself seems to hesitate.
The silence enveloped us like a blanket, comfortable and pleasant.
We’d ended up going back to Sierra’s place afterward. It wasn’t exactly part of the plan — nothing tonight had been — but it felt right.
Quieter.Ours.
Now she was curled against me, the sheets a twisted cocoon around our legs, her cheek brushing my chest. The adrenaline had faded, but the electricity hadn’t. It hummed quietly beneath our skin.
