Mother of God.
I can barely talk.
My head lolls back against the counter as I arch my back, relishing the climactic build-up. The contact of my stiff nipples against his chest pushes me over the edge.
“Rod!” I shout as my pussy pulses wildly.
“Shit, Dom,” he mumbles. “Clench my cock even harder. Milk my cum out of me— Oh, Jesus! I’m there!”
What happens next unfolds so quickly, I barely make sense of it.
Rod pulls out and aims his cock over my pussy. He spews an indecent amount of cum, blanketing the little heart sitting on top of my pussy.
He’s marked me.
No sooner is he done than he leans forward, wraps me in his embrace, smearing his release all over my stomach.
We stay locked into each other for a long moment, neither of us rushing to end this. Our heavy breathing is the only sound breaking through the silence. Secretly, I don’t ever want to let go of him.
“Talk to me, baby,” he husks lifting his head up to meet my gaze.
I’m spent and utterly satisfied.
“I’ve never felt this content in my life.”
Crap.
I didn’t think I said that out loud.
“Wow, that’s a lot to live up to,” he chuckles.
“You can manage,” I tease.
“I’ll try hard for you, baby. You’re worth it.”
I hold him a little closer, closing my eyes to savor every unforgettable second.
“Come on, sweet Dom. Let’s go upstairs. I need to wash up my girlfriend before making true on my promise.”
“Which one?”
“I promised to sixty-nine you.”
“Whoa! My feet have barely touched the ground. Can a girl get a minute?”
“Weren’t you the one boasting about how a girl can never have too many sixty-nines?” he asks. “Let’s get to it, blondie!”
We both laugh.
CHAPTER 23
Roderick
“This has been the most incredible afternoon of my life,” Dom says smiling up at me. I wrap my arms a little tighter around her when an evening breeze blows through and kiss the top of her head. “I can’t include this evening in that statement.”
“Why not?” I ask with feigned innocence.
“You know exactly why not, Wolfe. Since I’ve been back from Europe, you’ve made it a point to rock my evenings.”
