He groaned, but it sounded more like a wild animal. “Amelia, fuck, baby girl, once my cock is deep in your pussy, you’ll know you’re mine. You’ll feel it. You ready?”
I nodded. I was so ready.
“Watch me,” he whispered.
I shifted so I could look down the length of my body. He gripped the base of his cock and started stroking himself from root to tip as he stared at me.
“Say my name, Amelia. Say it.”
I swallowed. “Dominik.”
He leaned in close and I held my breath, waiting to see what he’d do, what he’d say. “Want to know a secret?” I found myself nodding, not sure if I actually wanted to know. He smirked. “I don’t feel bad at all that I kidnapped you, that I kept you in my room and made you think you were a prisoner.” He thrust against me gently, letting me feel how hard he still was. “I don’t feel one fucking ounce of regret.”
And when Dom started touching me again, rubbing his fingers up and down the lips of my pussy, making me wet, saturated, all I could do was give him a soft moan as a response.
“That’s it,” he grumbled pleasurably. He slid his fingers into my body and I tense, the foreign feeling making me panic. “Shhh. I’ll make this so damn good for you.” He slid those digits in slowly, watching me the whole time as if gauging my reaction.
I closed my eyes and was about to beg him to claim my virginity, to push those thick inches into me until I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, until I was grasping for reality.
I could have gotten off from the way he used his thumb to rub circles on my clit as he gently probed me. I bit my lip, trying to reach that pinnacle, but a second later, he pulled his hand out from between my legs and pushed my thighs open wider so he could be fully wedged between them.
Dominik had his mouth by my neck, sucking and licking my flesh. There was this rhythmic feeling on the bed, this slight rocking. I realized why it was moving, why there was motion.
Dominik was dry-humping the mattress.
Oh my God. Why does that turn me on so much?
I lifted my arms and wrapped them around his neck, curled my nails into his flesh, and brought him closer to me. Then, I spread my legs impossibly wider and lifted up ever-so-slightly, wanting to feel some friction on my pussy.
He pulled back slightly. “God, your cunt feels like it’s on fire against me.” He leaned back even more, reached down and spread my pussy lips wide then just… stared at me.
For long seconds, he didn’t move, didn’t even seem to breathe as he looked between my thighs, at the area that was so obscenely open for him.
“I need to taste you, swallow you whole,” he said to himself before he had his mouth on my pussy. His warm breath moved along my lips, the most sensitive part of me. He placed a hand on each side of my inner thighs, keeping me spread for him, the sting of my muscles being pulled from the act unable to take away the pleasure he gave me.
He worked his tongue around my clit and then moved it along my inner lips. The sound of him sucking at my flesh had me on the brink of getting off, but right when I was on the precipice of begging him to let me do just that, to add more pressure, he stilled.
Dammit.
He rose up, moved his tongue along my hipbone, over my navel, and stopped at my breasts. Then he dragged his tongue over one of my nipples, pulling a cry of ecstasy from me. I couldn’t help but arch my back, pressed my breasts into his mouth, rocking my pussy against his cock that was like this steel pipe between my legs.
“Dom,” I whispered his name.
Time seemed to stand still as we stared at each other. And then he pulled back enough he could look between my thighs once more. He reached down and took hold of his dick, stroking himself a few times before he placed the tip at my entrance and stilled.
“Tell me how much you want my dick, how much you want me deep inside your pussy.”
I nodded. “Yes. I need it.”
“I want to feel you from the inside.”
His words were filthy but oh so good.
“I want to fuck you like an animal, Amelia.” Dom started to push inside then, breaking through my virginity, my hymen. I instantly felt the stretch and burn from the size of his dick consume me. “I can’t give you up. I’m addicted.”
When he was balls-deep in me, he stopped. I clung to him like he was a life raft in the middle of the ocean. He only gave me a few seconds to adjust to his size before he started moving in and out, slowly at first, but with each passing second, he went faster, harder, and more thorough.