“Amelia.”
The way he said my name was so arousing, like he couldn’t survive without me.
“You see how you are for me? So fucking primed and ready to take my big cock in your tight little pussy?”
All I could do was nod.
Over and over, he moved his tongue along the peak of my nipple, sucking on the flesh, tugging at it with his teeth, bringing me close to orgasm from that act alone. He sucked on my nipple harder, and I couldn’t help but bite my lip in response. I was going to climax from the act alone, from having him so close, from having him touch me and want me so furiously.
And I had no intentions of stopping it from happening. He sucked harder and faster, groaned against the flesh until vibrations went right to my clit.
“Dominik.”
“Say my fucking name again, Amelia. Say it like you’re dying for me.”
I gasped. “Dom. God. Dom, more. I need more.”
He groaned and smoothed his fingers between my pussy folds. I felt my back bow in response, my flesh pressing against his mouth even more.
More. I needed so much more.
Chapter Seventeen
Amelia
He was a dirty talker, and I hadn’t known how much I wanted that, needed that until I heard him saying those things.
He slipped his fingers against my folds. “Fuck, you’re so fucking soaked, baby.” He settled his lips at the crook of my neck, gently pulling at her flesh with his teeth. He had his hand between my legs still, lazily stroking my pussy, rubbing his fingers against my clit.
“I want more,” I said with desperation in my voice.
A low, needy groan left him, and he added more pressure to my clit.
“Yes,” I cried out when he rubbed the little bud harder, moving his finger around it faster, using my lubrication in his motions.
“You want to come?” When I nodded, he added, “Touch me.”
I obeyed instantly and placed my hands on his wide, strong shoulders, wanting him closer, needing him closer.
He didn’t stop rubbing his fingers against my clit, tormenting me over and over, giving me pleasure mixed with pain.
“I want to take my time, but I also need to fuck you.” He bit at my throat, the pain slight, the pleasure monumental. I was beginning to realize how controlled Dom was, how demanding in getting what he wanted.
I ached for more, was desperate for it to last forever. There was no doubt I felt exposed, every part of me tender and sensitive.
“More,” I actually found myself saying before I could stop myself.
He used his body to press closer against me, making me sink more into the mattress. His face was so close to mine once again. I wanted to breathe the same air, be one with each other.
“The fact that I’m the one making you feel this good, that I’ll be the one popping that cherry and forever claiming it, has me so damn territorial over you, Amelia.” He ground his erection into my belly, over and over again. “You feel how hard you make me?”
“God, yes.” Dom’s cock was hot and huge. I was actually a little timid to have him pushing that monster into me. But I also anticipated it.
He moved back a few inches and slid his hands down my thighs, over my knees, and curled his fingers around my calves. I looked down at the third fucking arm he was sporting. God. Massive.
He was so big… everywhere. And I felt so small compared to him.
God, I couldn’t think straight, couldn’t even breathe because of all the pleasure, all the sensations moving through me.
I’d been taken by this man, but all I wanted to do was give myself over to him irrevocably. The truth was, being with Dominik was exciting, maybe even a little bit dangerous. No, not a little bit. A lot. He was dangerous, a criminal. But that turned me on even more.
For the first time in my life, I wasn’t going to worry about anything else but being with Dominik and feeling the intense pleasure he gave me.
“God, you giving into me is so fucking hot,” he murmured, and it turned me on even more, if that were even possible. “God, you’re so fucking hot, so damn pretty.” His voice was husky and deep. It moved over me like fingers stroking my body. He thrust his cock against my pussy, over and over again, back and forth. He was slow and easy, gentle almost, as if he were afraid to hurt me. And a part of me wanted him to, wanted him to just be rough and raw and uninhibited.
A small sigh, a long gasp left me.
Domink was long and thick, hot and hard.
He was mine.
It was all for me.
With his mouth at my neck and the feeling of his tongue running along my sensitive skin, all I could think about was the feel of him pressed to me, of his muscles against my softness, the fact that he was so masculine where I was feminine.