As I pulled away, her full lips now swollen and her eyes glossy, I smirked at her.
“Now tell me, Goddess. I’m curious. Was I supposed to be your rebound? Or did you try to get over me with whatever his fucking name was?”
I pinched her nipple through her top, enjoying the way they stood at attention for me. When she didn’t answer, I thrust my finger into her tight hole, curling it inward.
“Tell me. I wanna know.”
“Rebound,” she gasped.
“Lucky for you, that was the correct answer. If he’d touched you after me, I’d feel a strong urge to break his fingers. One by one.” I mused, my finger now alternating between pumping into her and stimulating the spot inside her that made her see stars.
Her eyes widened.
“I just told you I’ve used you as a rebound.” She panted, her voice all breathy, trying so hard not to moan.
“Adorable. Your subconscious already knows — considering you just used past tense. I was never just a rebound, so why would I care? The only thing I fucking care about is that you’re mine, and I’m gonna prove it to you.”
Her breathing picked up, and she bit her lip, desperately trying to hold on to the control. Curling my finger inside her again, I pressed my thumb on her clit, drawing small, tight circles around it.
“Out there, you can be in control. As long as you know who you belong to, I don’t give a fuck. But in here? When it’s just you and me, it’s my turn, and you’re going to give me that control — willingly. Every. Single. Time. Any memory of someone else’s hands on you? I’m gonna fucking purge it from your mind.”
My fingers picked up speed, and wet sounds filled the small room, accompanied by our ragged breaths.
“Y-you can’t … can’t just tell me what to do,” she forced out, her voice betraying how affected she really was. “This means nothing.”
“I’m sure you believe that,” I chuckled, having to stifle a groan, as my throbbing dick strained against my zipper, leaking pre-cum.
Doubling down on my efforts, I pumped into her pussy, her arousal dripping down my fingers. Licking and sucking a path down her neck, I circled her swollen clit, faster and faster.
Sierra tensed against me, her back arching ever so slightly. Finally, a breathy moan escaped her lips, as I pulled her head back by her hair, giving me even more access to her neck.
My beard had already left red marks on her delicate, smooth skin, and the sight made pure male satisfaction surge deep inside me.
“You’re getting close, Goddess. I can feel it. I can fucking smell it,” I breathed in her ear. “Go on, come all over my hand.”
Her answering glare lacked its usual edge, her lips slightly parted, and her eyes having glazed over with lust. Sierra never just surrendered, never gave in without a fight, and I fucking loved that about her. Her head fell back against the door with a thud, and I knew I had her.
Kicking my pace up the slightest fraction, I bit down on her neck. Her pussy clamped down on my hand, her fingers desperately trying to find purchase on my shoulders.
The slight sting of her nails digging into me made my balls draw up tight, a delicious twinge in my lower back setting in.
“Oh, fuck, Dom!”
The pride filling my chest at hearing her moan my name as she came, writhing on my hand, was intoxicating. I groaned against her heated skin, marred by my beard and teeth, as she rode out the waves of her climax.
Raising my head, I found Sierra studying me, cheeks flushed and eyes bright. Meeting her gaze, I pulled my fingers out of her slick opening, licking the excess of her juices off, and watched her eyes widen in shock.
“You taste like fucking heaven.”
I claimed her lips in another kiss, giving her a taste of herself, before sliding her panties back in place and tugging the hem of her skirt down.
“This …” She was still breathing heavily. “This means—”
“Yeah, yeah, this means nothing.”
Her glare was back in place. “I’m fucking serious, Dom.”
With my hand still threaded in her hair, I grinned and pulled her close one last time.
