We play-fight for a minute, him grabbing my hand and placing it on the counter and me trying to pull away, but then his other hand burglarizes my panties, and he slips a finger up inside my pussy. It’s just one finger, but it’s enough to pull a crazy twitch from my body because I have been craving him ever since I stormed out of that dinner. I physically need him to fuck me more than I need anything else, and now I can be mad ... and get fucked …
Dominic studies me as I move around his hand. I bump my clit against his knuckles to drive myself wilder. His hand feels so good on my pussy and I’m greedy for more. He starts kissing my neck again, takes his hand out and places it on the back of my neck. I can feel my own wetness against my skin and we start kissing again. Deep and hard.
“I’m going to fuck you in the bedroom,” he says in that chilling calm dominant voice. Dominic picks me up effortlessly and takes me down the hallway.
“I’m still mad at you,” I say. But I do want him. My thong is all bunched up and wet with arousal from just his finger intrusion.
“I’m still fucking you,” he says.
God, it's so fucked up, but that just turns me on more. I love how alpha and possessive Dominic gets. I'm craving it the way I’m craving his huge cock.
When he carries me to my bedroom, I’m aroused by him taking me into my own space. I’m grateful to have him there, after being apart from him. I can’t feel silly about it when he sets me down. He puts me on the floor on the nice soft plush rug because neither of us can make it to the bed yet; we’re both so hungry for each other, and we start going at it. Kissing and touching as if it’s our first time exploring each other and what our bodies have to offer the other.
He makes his way down my body so he’s between my legs. He leaves me in my clothes for the moment, and starts kissing me on my thighs.
“Oh…” I start pushing my pussy against him again, desperate for his touch, as his fingers crawl up to my button, and he undoes my shorts.
“Dominic,” I say his name, my fingers getting lost in his hair. He sits up over me for a minute and pushes my shirt up to my neck. My nipples are hard atop my breasts, which he always describes as beautiful.
Dominic places his hands on the hips of my shorts and tugs on them to reveal my lace pink thong and the soaking wet patch of my arousal from him sliding his finger inside me before. I tangle my fingers in Dominic’s hair and he bends forward to kiss my belly. It's sweet, tender, and so achingly sexy. I can feel how much he needs me too. I'm the burning name in his brain in the middle of the night. He’s the aching sensation burning through my insides and making my every nerve tingle.
Dominic peels off my clothes and studies me, his eyes moving along my body almost feel as physical as his firm, strong hands when they touch me. He reaches for my knees and slowly parts them. There’s a thick, smoldering silence in the room, and the air is filled with the scent of our skin and the musk of sex. Dominic moves his face between my thighs and he inhales my pussy. His hands travel up to my breasts and he cups them, then drags his fingers against my nipples and tugs them.
I moan beneath his touch, and wanting so much more. He's teasing me, making me wait.
I circle my hips, my ass sliding along the rug.
When Dominic finally touches me again, he presses his finger deep inside of me, stretching me and filling me with just that single finger pumping in and out of me. That’s enough to make me wild, squirming beneath him and rolling my hips, squeezing that finger with my inner walls because I’m begging him for more.
Dominic slides that finger out of me and brings it to his mouth. He sucks the full length of it and makes a sound that’s just pure, raw, primal desire. My nipples ache just hearing that sound and knowing that he is making it for me. The frustrations thrumming through my body are marred with lust, rewritten like broad paint strokes; one is completely covering the other.
"My daughter’s pussy tastes so good, I think I need to taste more," Dominic purrs. Popping the finger from his mouth, cleaned of my pussy juices, Dominic slides that finger and two more into my pussy. Pumping them fast, I arch and groan at the sensations coursing through me.
I yelp wh
en his fingers slide out of me suddenly, and he flips me over and slams his cock into me, hard. “It feels even better on my cock than it does on my fingers, though.” His voice is pure dark seduction, sending as many thrills through my body as his enormous cock fucking so deep into me.
I can barely breathe, he’s slamming into me so hard, and I’m desperately fisting the rug, trying to grip anything, but I can’t find purchase. My body is shaking hard from the rough invasion; Dominic’s strokes are long and hard when he slams into me again and again, faster and harder. I grip him hard with my inner walls, my pussy strangling him because I needed this.
Fuuuuuck I needed this.
I feel an enormous tension lifting from me and I’m desperate for the release that’s just around the corner. Every furious pump into me makes my temperature rise. My blood is singing his name, shooting through my veins and heating my whole body. I feel the salty-sweat on my skin, taste it around us with the musk of our fucking coating the air.
Dominic wraps his arm around me, scooping me from the collarbone up against him. “I fucking need you and I know you needed me. Now cum for me, baby girl. You know how much I want you,” Dominic says. There’s something in his voice that breaks something within me, releasing a dam of emotion that floods through me just like my pussy gushes out cum.
Dominic slams me down on him, holding me tight against him so my pussy milks his cock for his own thundering orgasm. My pussy is coating his cock in cum and now he’s cumming so hard I feel it sliding out of me and mixing with my cum. The rug may be white, but it's going to have a new pearlescent sheen after this.
I can’t believe I’m getting turned on thinking about our cum staining his rug, but that’s the biggest thing on my mind right now. His hands are all over me, holding me close, and he’s kissing my shoulder, my neck. I feel so close to him right now that it makes the ache of him not wanting to let my friends know we’re together a little worse. I reach my hands back and touch him, pull his face to mine after I stroke his arms and bring him in for a kiss. I don’t want to think about anything right now.
I just want to live in this kiss forever, before the afterglow wears off and being upset has time to sink in all over again.
When Dominic breaks the kiss, trailing his mouth lower, he turns me around. Looking into my eyes, I can’t breathe for a second. I swear my heart skips a beat, and I forget everything but the way that I feel when he looks at me.
Dominic scoops me up in his arms. I wrap an arm around his neck, pulling myself closer to him and listening to his heart. That sound matters more to me than anything else right now. I think about how everything that’s him is because of this organ inside him, working hard to keep him alive. I think about how powerful and strong Dominic is, and that sound is all part of it. When he lays me down on the bed, I think I can still hear his heartbeat in my mind.
It was fast, not just from cumming, but because he knows we’re on the precipice. I stormed out for a reason. He decided to seduce me this way and I’ve got to start thinking in a level-headed way. But all my body and my heart wants right now is for him to be okay.
What even is that?