“Why?” I whimpered.
“Because I plan to come on your ass right after you come on my cock.”
His big palm cupped one of my tits, kneading and squeezing it as he brought his mouth to my stiff nipple. Swirling his tongue around it, he lapped enthusiastically.
“Holy shit!” I squealed as he bit into it, surprised at how much I enjoyed this rough treatment from him.
“I’m an ass guy all the way, but these” — he flicked his tongue over the hardened peak — “might convert me.”
Dom’s lips drifted over to the side of my breast, where he sucked until he left a mark as his hips continued to rock into me. Christ, this guy couldmove.
“Hotshot, you haven’t even seen my ass yet. Pretty sloppy of you to make a claim like that without having all the data,” I managed to grit out with some difficulty as I pushed against him, trying to create more friction.
“You’re right,” he murmured, with a final flick of his tongue against my overstimulated, sensitive nipple.
Then he pulled out of me completely, the sudden emptiness inside me feeling wrong.
“Time to fix that. Turn around for me, Goddess. I want to see that perfect ass in the air.”
Dom sat back on his heels and looked at me, still spread for him. I should have felt exposed, defenseless, vulnerable, like I always did with the guys who only wanted the flawless, perfect version of me.
I’d perfected the “golden girl” act to maintain control and keep people at a safe distance.
But the fire in his eyes, full of fervent, worshipful desire, had the opposite effect, only fueling my passion even more. This man wanted me, unapologetically, and wasn’t afraid to show it.
No pretending. No expectations. Just pure, fierce need. It made something inside me shift, breaking down walls I didn’t even know I’d built.
I looked up at him through hooded eyes as he made a twirling motion with his finger. He wasn’t one of those boys who wanted a trophy.
This was real. Something I’d been starving for.
“Impatient,” I tsked.
Dom just raised his eyebrows at me, one corner of his mouth slightly upturned, his head slightly inclined, waiting. The intensity of his gaze, the fire that burned in it, consumed me, stoking the heat that was already devouring me from within.
If you had asked me just a few hours ago if I wouldeverfollow a man’s orders like that, I would have laughed.
Out loud. Like a hyena … or a seal. I’d never let anyone even come close to dominating me in the bedroom — and maybe that was my problem.
Shit, was this what I needed?
That train of thought was forcibly postponed to a later time when he caught hold of my nipple and pinched it.
“Do I have to ask again?” His tone was playful, but I knew he was already thinking of some depraved way to make me pay.I wasn’t going to give him that satisfaction. His ego was big enough as it was.
Dom didn’t waste a second after I flipped over, impatiently grabbing my hips and pulling me up. As soon as he was sure I’d regained my balance, he let go. Then … nothing.
I felt his gaze on me, a trail of flames. The anticipation was palpable, crackling in the air and sending sparks flying.
My hips jerked involuntarily, searching for something. I wanted to feel full again, needed friction, my throbbing centerachedfor it.
“I love seeing you so desperate. Wiggle your ass for me, Goddess. Show me how bad you need that cock, how bad you want me to fuck you.” His voice was soft, but his words sent a jolt of electricity through me.
He was right, and my cheeks burned with the realization.
“Are you finally going to make me come or what?” I tried to hide my shame.
“Technically, I already have, but I’ll play along.”
