One More Rule (Blindfold Club 2.50)

I cried out, a strangled sound that died as I burst open. My quivering thighs locked around his head. Oh God, it was good. He was so perfect, from his stunning blue eyes to his desire to give me exactly what I needed. Liquid heat flamed through me, leaving warmth behind.

My legs went boneless as panties were yanked down. Dominic stood, and before I could catch my breath, his hands scooped beneath my knees and pulled me to the edge of the bed, sliding me across the sheets. I clutched at his hips when his thick cock sank into me.

“Yes,” I breathed. “I love you.”

My left hand walked up his chest, and my engagement ring glinted in the sunlight the hotel curtains couldn’t block. I rose up on an elbow, and my grip curled around the back of his neck. I needed him closer, his lips on mine.

His first slow thrust was deep and my toes tensed into points. I arched my back as I pulled his face down, slamming our lips together. Connecting with the love of my life on all levels. His hardened chest flattened against mine, pushing my breasts into him as his thrusts increased in intensity.

“I love you,” he whispered, raining kisses along my jawline. “Real.”

It didn’t take long for his tempo to erase my mind and burn away all my exhaustion. My only desire was for him to reach the same climax he’d already given me. Not like it mattered. He wouldn’t settle for just one orgasm from my body. He’d go until he had me screaming, and only then would he worry about himself.

“Goddamnit,” he groaned, watching me writhe beneath him. I palmed my breast with my right hand, rolling and pinching the nipple between my fingers, and Dominic’s pupils dilated with lust. “So fucking hot.”

“You’re gonna make me come again.”

“Good.” Hips beat into mine, his cock growing harder as the volume of my moans increased.

“But, shit, you make it impossible to be quiet.”

The sapphire eyes gleamed. “Who said you had to be quiet? I know I sure as hell didn’t.”

“We’re . . . in a hotel.” It was a challenge not to pant it out.

“And?” He ground his pelvis against my clit, and flashes of electricity danced up my spine.

“People will think you’re murdering me again.”

His perfect smile spread across his face. “I’m still hazy about that. Did they think I was killing you with my cock? Yeah, you were screaming about it, but how—”

I lifted up on my elbows again and latched my teeth on the side of his neck, drawing a sharp noise of surprise, laced with an edge of pain. It flipped a switch in him. Sweet, playful Dominic went away, replaced by the darker, aggressive version.

“That’s how it’s going to be?” he asked in his rough voice. “All right, let me help you be quiet, slut.”

He bolted upright, drawing out of me, and the sudden emptiness was shocking. I blinked up at him. Was he really going to stop just because I’d nipped at his neck? I hadn’t even left a mark. In fact, I’d never left a mark on him, other than the tattoo on his hip, which had been his idea. He’d marked me plenty of times, not that I was complaining. We both knew how much that turned me on.

When I sat up, chasing after him, a hand gripped my shoulder and pushed me to turn around.

“On your back,” he ordered. “Head hanging off the edge of the bed.”

I shivered with excitement. I loved his dominant side, which had expanded under Akira’s masterful teaching. I scrambled in my eagerness to follow his command, pivoting on my ass and scooting down to lie flat on the mattress.

“Open your mouth so I can fuck it.”

My pussy clenched at his dirty words. I barely got my lips open and he was there, sliding his dick inside, wet with my own taste. At this angle, he could drive deep into my throat. I swirled my tongue over him, getting him to pulse, and there wasn’t anything else like that sensation. Knowing how much he enjoyed what I was doing to him. I wrapped one hand around his cock, twisting my fist around him as he thrust in and out.

My other hand trailed down between my legs where I was needy and unsatisfied. And no sooner had I started playing with myself than he leaned over me, seized my wrist, and pushed it away.

“No, no, no,” he teased. “We don’t want you getting too loud.”

I wanted to remind him that he had my mouth occupied, but he dropped my hand at my breast, squeezing down on it.

“You can play with these,” Dominic said, dragging our hands over my tits. “But this,” his fingers glided down through my wet pussy and slapped my sensitive flesh, “this is fucking mine.”

His other hand was a fist, and he set it beside my hip, so he had leverage as he leaned over and sawed his cock in my greedy mouth, slow enough to not gag me. When I tightened my grip, he groaned in approval, and the fingers on my clit rubbed faster. I bucked under his skilled touch.

Compatible wasn’t a strong enough word for us. It wasn’t like every time we had sex it was the most amazing rapture ever. But we always clicked. Always worked together. Even our mediocre sex was fun and enjoyable. I hoped I’d never take a minute of him for granted.