“You’re late,” Dom purrs, his eyes moving over me in a way that has me instantly on the edge. God he’s delicious.
“Your brother wanted to dance,” I answer as I make it to him.
“My brother is always sniffing at your skirt,” he responds, and I love the jealousy flashing in his eyes—another reason I lie and don’t tell Thomas I don’t want him. Dom’s jealousy is like a sign that he still loves me.
“He’s sweet,” I murmur, knowing my words will push him closer to the edge. I run the tip of my tongue against the bottom of my lip as I take Dom in. Kayden had the men in suits and shit, but Dom’s in jeans and a red shirt now which pops against his dark skin. He’s beautiful. The only thing I don’t like is the Savage MC cut that he’s wearing. It’s a reminder that, yet again, I don’t come first in his life.
“Good thing for me that I know you don’t like sweet. Isn’t, baby?”
“Maybe I’m changing, Dom. Maybe I do like sweet.”
“No, Gab, that’s not who you are.”
“Oh yeah? Who am I?” I challenge.
“You’re sweet on the outside, but inside, you’re dirty as fuck.”
“Dom—” I practically moan. Chills move over my body. It’s as if I’ve been touched by a charge of electricity. I can feel the inside of my thighs growing damp.
“You want something, baby?” he says, looking down at me like he wants to devour me—and God help me—I want him to.
“You know I do,” I answer, my voice hoarse and breathless.
“Get on your knees,” he growls, his eyes lighting with that intensity that keeps me awake and aching at night.
“I’m wearing a ridiculously expensive dress, Dom.”
“And if you give me lip, it will be decorated in my cum. Now do as I ordered, Gabby. I won’t tell you again.”
I swallow, my pussy clenching as excitement pools between my legs, soaking my panties.
I get down as he demanded, and that makes Dom’s stern face change ever so slightly. His lips twitch, curving up just a touch.
“Undo the top of that dress, Gab. I want to see those tits.”
“What do I get?” I huff.
He grins, and it’s such a dark grin that I feel trepidation bloom deep inside. “That’s easy. You get to please me.”
“You’re such a bastard,” I mutter, unbuttoning the top of my dress and taking my arms out of the sleeves. Next, I take off my bra. The cold hair hits my nipples, and a chill explodes over my skin. I bite down on my lip as I shiver.
“Now, take my cock out, and if you’re a good little girl, I’ll let you swallow my cum instead of jacking it off all over that pretty little face of yours.”
God, his words shouldn’t turn me on….
But they do.
I reach up and release the button on his pants. He’s so hard that his cock is pushing out against his worn jeans. God, Dom has the biggest cock, and it’s so wide. I mean, I’ve not seen that many. As far as Dom knows, there’s only been him. There have been two others, though.
Don’t get it twisted. I’m not a whore.
I haven’t had actual sex with anyone else. I wouldn’t cheat on Dom. I have been mad enough when he disappointed me that I got even in my small way. Like, there was this prospect at Dad’s club. He kept staring at me. He was fun to tease. Dom was supposed to take me to a new bar in Louisville, and he canceled at the last minute because his dad asked him and one other prospect to go on a job for his club. We’d been planning that trip for weeks, and he didn’t even try to get out of the thing for the club. Instead, he told me it couldn’t be helped.
But it could have.
All he had to do was tell his father he had plans. He wouldn’t do that, so I decide to pay attention to a man who was willing to risk everything for a small taste of me. Trick—the prospect—wanted to fuck me. I could see it in his eyes. I spent the day teasing the hell out of him. I knew I had him worked up, and when I commented that he looked like he was going to burst out of his jeans, he asked if that was something I could help him with. I didn’t want to fuck him—Dom would never forgive that. Instead, I told him I’d strip naked and let him jack off while I touched myself. It was hot—but it must be said that Trick’s cock did not compare to Dom’s.
The other guy was Thomas. That’s a secret I plan on taking to my grave. Oh, I kind of told Jazz, but not all of it. She’d judge me—she did some anyway and she didn’t know everything that went on. I know it would hurt Dom to know. It’s just, he was neglecting me, and I just wanted to see if there was anything there. Thomas just wants me so much. That kind of adoration is hard to resist. I mean he could use his tongue great, but he wasn’t what I wanted. I don’t think he even pulled my hair….