Dirty Secrets (Get Dirty 4)

He kisses up my leg, soft tickles and arousing sparks alternating until he’s between my legs, his fingertips soft on my pussy as he spreads my lips. His eyes never waver as he smiles cockily.

I think to tease him about his smugness, if for no other reason than to entice him, challenge him, but he moves in too fast, his tongue tracing a wet line from my opening to my clit.

I cry out, my hands grabbing at his head to hold him there, wanting every drop of pleasure he can give me, needing that connection as I’m under his control.

He licks and sucks as I buck against him, not fighting him but fighting for more, until he smacks at my hip before pinning me with a hard grip.

I let him hold me down, let him take me higher and higher, knowing I’m going to be sent flying to heaven. He nibbles at my clit, and the sharp pain followed by the flutter of his tongue pushes me over, and I scream, my legs clamped tightly against the sides of his head. I can’t take any more and I know I’m smothering him, but I don’t care. I pull him closer even as I overload, and Dominick senses it, laying one lingering kiss to my clit like he knows it’s just on the verge of too much.

Gasping, my chest heaving, I look down at him between my thighs. He’s beautiful, his dark hair mussed from my hands, his eyes bright with depraved desires, and his mouth shiny with my juices.

He’s a monster. My monster, obsessed with me in a way that should terrify me. But as he prowls up my body, I’m not scared. I’m hungry for more.

He kisses me, and I moan at the taste of myself on his tongue. But he takes it away from me as he lifts to his knees, pulling my legs onto his shoulders. We both look between us, his cock thick and hard and already leaking precum onto me as he rubs his head along my sensitive clit.

“Please,” I beg, needing him inside me, needing him to tell me with his body that we’re going to be okay. That he believes I am strong enough to be what he needs by his side.

He’s my king. I’m his queen.

Whatever that means, whatever it takes, I’ll learn, not because I want to please him but because I want to. For me. For us.

His gaze meets mine, like he wants to watch my face as he enters me, his eyes burning with unspoken soulful release, and he slams balls-deep into me in one stroke, driving my breath out of me in one sharp, glorious explosion.

“Yes!” I cry, fighting to keep my eyes open, wanting to see him too as my walls quiver around him, teetering on edge again from the way he stretches me. It’s an overload, from tonight’s dance, to the terror of the parking lot, to the conversations here in Dom’s house. And now this. I’m in need of release, again and again, and Dom knows it.

He pounds into me, giving me no mercy. But I neither want nor need it. I simply need him, however he comes to me.

He leans forward, bending me in half easily, thanks to my flexibility, and grabs my hands, holding them to the bed with our fingers interlaced. His hips piston against my ass as he fills me and retreats, pulling all the way out and leaving me desperately empty and wanting his next stroke. He thrusts in deeply, taking me over and over until everything from before, everything outside this moment is washed away in our passion. And it is just us. Now.

We are reborn, exposed and vulnerable, with no secrets from one another, just the way it should be. “I love you, Dominick Angeline.”

I say his full name intentionally, communicating as best I can that I accept him, all of him, just as he is. Not the monster, not the man, but both and everything in between.

He hears me and roars, the orgasm crashing through him at my words, and he rides me hard as he fills me with his hot cum, sending me off on another wave of bliss too. It’s huge, powerful and monstrous, and that’s just what I want. It’s what I need.

As the tremors slow for both of us, he lets go of my hands and lowers my legs to the bed before lying on top of me, his legs splayed enough to not crush me, but instead, he’s a warm, large, powerful security blanket. One with soulful eyes that search my face and hands that brush a lock of hair away to make sure there’s nothing between us.

“Allie, are you sure? I can’t let you go, but that doesn’t mean you have to accept me.”