"I'm going to keep you full of cock and cum, sunshine." Fuck, she's going to be hot for it. I already know she'll be squirming in her chair during staff meetings, thinking about this. About me inside her like this, nothing between us. Nothing to stop her from getting pregnant. I'm going to keep her that way for as long as she'll let me.
I fuck her harder, deeper, keeping our bodies fused together because the thought of not feeling all of her beneath me is preposterous. I don't know how I survived thirty-four years without having this, without her. She's pure flame beneath me, explosive and powerful.
I love her with my body, with my words…switching from sweet to filthy to sweet because I can't stop. Because she makes me this way, makes me crazy with lust and love and the need to consume her like she does me. Enchant her like she does me. I've been her acolyte since the second she looked at me with those baby blues. I think she stole my soul that first day. Or maybe I gave it to her. It's hers anyway, isn't it?
"Dominic," she chants, sobbing and wiggling as her pussy flutters around my cock. She's desperate to cum, so high on me I don't think she could stop saying my name if her life depended on it. Don't think she could stop moving right now if she had to do it. She's on fire, burning red hot for my cock.
"You want to make me a daddy, sweet girl?" I ask, leaving love bites all over her chest. I can't seem to stop marking her. When she looks in the mirror, she's going to see me all over her and know this isn't some dream or fantasy. This is us, what we are together. Yin and yang. Hard and soft. She's fire and I'm ice, the steam between us unstoppable, inevitable.
"Yes! Please, yes."
"Then come on my cock so I can get you pregnant, Summer." I tilt her hips, changing the angle. My balls hurt, I'm so close to cumming again, but I'm not going over until she does. I thrust into her again, and then again, my balls stinging where they slap against her ass. I grit my teeth, fighting like hell not to cum before I get her there.
She's right there on the edge.
I bury my face in the crook of her neck, sink my teeth into her delicate skin in a bid to hold off my orgasm.
She screams my name, her cunt locking down on me as she flies over the edge, shattering apart. Her entire body convulses, her thighs clamping tight around on my hips. Her sweet voice breaks as she cums, her honey drenching us both.
I roar her name as she rips my orgasm from me, commanding my body like she owns it. I think she does. My hips buck without rhythm, pumping, pumping, pumping. Until she's full of me. Even then, I keep fucking her, keep cumming. Until my lungs scream for air and spots swim in my field of vision, blotting out everything but her and those pouty, perfect lips chanting my name.
I collapse on top of her, gasping for air. She moans my name, her body completely limp beneath me. She's drenched in sweat, covered in cum. She's never been more beautiful to me than she is in this moment. She's raw and exposed and fierce in her pleasure, radiant in her bliss. More precious than anything else on this planet.
I'll cherish her forever. Forever.
Chapter Five
Summer
Dominic and I make love again and again, dozing between rounds. Sometime around midnight, he carries me to the bathtub and climbs in with me. I cuddle against his strong chest, tracing the lines of the lion tattoo on his upper arm. He's covered in tattoos, though I've never seen them before. I never imagined that his suits hid all of this beneath.
He's incredible to me, larger than life in some ways. I thought my dreams of him were perfection, but the real him is somehow even better than that. The things he says to me, the way he touches me like he knows exactly how to make me crazy…I feel like I stepped out of the real world and landed in the most extraordinary alternate universe ever.
I still feel him between my legs. The delicious ache and his warm embrace convince me that this is reality. We're really here, together. Where I never imagined we'd be. Even in the best of my dreams, a part of me knew it wasn't real. That I'd wake up and he wouldn't be there. I don't have to wake up without him this time.
I don't have to wake up without him ever again.
"What are you thinking about, sunshine?" he asks, drawing little circles on my back. His chest vibrates beneath my ear like a motor, the words rumbling there.
"About your grandma's letter."
"She would have loved you," he says with a wistful smile in his voice. "You would have loved her too. She loved to give me shit at every available opportunity, but she was the most badass woman."
"She sounds incredible. I'm sorry you lost her."
"Me too, sweet girl. But her and my grandfather and my dad are together again." He laughs quietly. "She's probably up there right now, giving them hell for tracking mud in her house or arguing over football."
"Hey, Dominic?"
"Yeah?"
"My answer would have been yes."
"Hmm, sweet girl?"
"If you'd asked me to marry you today, I would have said yes."
His entire body goes completely still. His chest even stops moving as if he's stopped breathing. He stays like that for a long moment, long enough for me to worry that he's going to pass out if he doesn't take a breath.