His fingers were sliding in my slick tunnel, my walls clenching around them.
“Say, ’You’re the only one I want to fuck my greedy cunt, Dom’.”
I hesitated, scared of the consequences, scared of giving away how hard it had become to keep him at arm’s length, even when he’d been hundreds of miles away.
“Say it.” His voice was stern, a low growl, as he upped his pace.
Surrendering wasn’t an option anymore — it was a given. Inevitable, just like he’d said.
“You’re the only one I want to fuck my greedy cunt, Dom.”
“Good girl.” Triumph flashed in his eyes as his mouth descended on me again, licking and sucking my clit while his fingers curled inside of me.
“I’m so fucking close, please, don’t stop!” I panted, with my back arching off the bed and shaking legs squeezing his head between them.
“Fuck!” I moaned, shooting over the edge that had been taunting me, and plummeted into the blissful abyss. Waves of pleasure rolled over me, my core clenching and throbbing, as I gushed all over Dom’s face.
Eyes closed, chest heaving, I tried to gather my wits, tried to make sense of the situation.Whathad just happened?Howhad this happened?
Dom pressed a kiss on my pussy, then a whole trail of them up to my hipbone. I squinted at him, trying to get past this floating, boneless feeling I was experiencing to deal with the situation at hand.
He smirked at me, smug and satisfied, his lips and beard glistening with my juices in the dim light.
Crawling up my body, he pressed a quick but heated kiss on my mouth, giving me a taste of myself.
“I missed you so fucking much, Goddess,” he whispered against my lips. Then, he pushed himself up, got off the bed, and slowly backed away.
I scrambled into a sitting position, my legs snapping closed. Dom pressed a finger to his lips, just as I was about to launch into a series of questions.
“Shhh. Sleep now.” He ordered, opening the door. “We’ll talk tomorrow.”
What?!
“You can’t just—”
“Tomorrow.” His voice left no room for arguments, and I found myself inclined to obey.
What the actual fuck was happening to me?
The door closed behind him with a soft click, and I collapsed onto the sheets with a groan. Rolling onto my stomach, I felt something weird on my butt, almost as though the skin was being stretched by something.
Huh?
Eyebrows knitting in confusion, my fingers felt around the skin of my bare ass, brushing against something a little sticky, almost crusty. Scratching at it with my nail, it began to peel off. It almost felt like something had been spilled…
OH!Oh, my fucking God.
No. Hedidn’t.
That motherfucker. And leaving it to me to clean it up, too.
With a huff, my head sunk into the pillows, and I closed my eyes, fatigue and exhaustion battling with the jumbled mess in my mind. The only thing I could focus on was how fucked up it was that the idea of more nighttime visits made me hot all over again.
Curse you, Dominic Kincaid.
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DOM: Good morning, Goddess
