Undeniable: Dom & Gigi (Beg For It 5)
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“Oh! Dom!” Her fingers reached up and clawed at my chest, my biceps, her eyes nearly rolling back in her head.
“You OK?” I grit out, hoping like hell the answer would be yes because I’d never felt anything so good as my entire cock buried in her.
“Oh, so good.” She groaned, grinding against me, starting to slide her slick pussy up and down my shaft.
“Yeah?” I asked, starting to move again, beginning to thrust all the way in, again, then again. I wouldn’t last long like this. I’d never felt more intense pleasure, rocketing straight into me. Hand on her ass, I started to use her body as leverage to pump in and out, harder.
“Yes.” She threw her head back into the pillow, biting her lip, working to accommodate my huge girth.
“You feel so fucking good.” I thrust all the way into her again, never wanting to leave, never wanting it to stop but I could feel it building, building.
“Dom,” she groaned, panting, moving up and down my cock. “I think I’m…I think…Oh God!” Without warning, she exploded, her pussy clenching around me and coming. For the first time in years, I couldn’t stop myself. The sight of her screaming out, eyes closed, face pink with ecstasy, it sent me over the edge and I pumped into her, roaring as I came, thrusting into her deep.
“Yes, fuck!” It felt like I kept coming and coming, gushing out with all the arousal I’d tried to fight, every fantasy I’d tried to ignore. We panted together, sweaty, and reluctantly I withdrew, because I could tell she needed me to. I was so much bigger than her and she wasn’t in the least used to taking a pounding from a beast like me.
“Did that hurt?” I murmured, taking her into my arms, kissing her neck, her lips. I’d seen blood on the condom as I’d removed it, and a few drops on the sheets.
“Yes! It hurt like crazy!” she admitted, and I felt a stab of guilt through my gut. But then she grabbed my shoulders, “No, Dom, I loved it! You have no idea how much I loved it.”
I had some idea. It probably wasn’t as much as I’d loved it, though. I relaxed as she did, resting her head on my shoulder.
“Dom, that was amazing,” she sighed as I rubbed her back.
A quickie in the missionary position? I couldn’t believe I was agreeing with her, too. It had felt amazing. And she had no idea how much better it was about to get.
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Gigi
He left my side, then returned with a warm washcloth to clean me, so gentle. No question, Dom was a rough and demanding man, but he took such good care of me. I gazed at him with love-struck eyes as he caressed me, then returned to my side and took me in his arms.
“Thank you.” He nuzzled my ear, kissed my throat. I sighed with contentment. I couldn’t imagine anyone I would have rather had sex with my first time. Or any time for that matter. I still felt a dull throb, and when he’d pushed into me fully it had hurt like hell. But then? Then it had stolen my breath, exploded my mind with how good it felt to be filled with him, have him inside me, see and feel his pleasure building along with mine. I already felt eager to do it again.
Then he surprised me with a question. “Why were you still a virgin?”
There, lying with him in the dimly lit bedroom, intimacy cocooning us, I felt I could admit the truth. “Because of you.”
“Me?”
I mustered my courage, knowing I was making myself vulnerable. “I’ve never felt about anyone the way I feel about you. I never wanted to be close with a man like that. Except you.”
He pulled me to him, encircling me, pressing my head to his heart as if it could speak more loudly than words. I heard it, felt it pounding for me. “I never got over you, Dom. All these years, I’ve thought about you all the time.”
He drew me up and kissed me with passion and need, like he was drowning and I alone could save him through my kiss. It overwhelmed me, to feel his need as urgent as mine. I could sense the same insanity in him that I felt raging within me, making me want to breathe him, let him consume me. How could I have felt that about anyone else? It would be impossible.
He kissed the tears on my cheeks I hadn’t even known I’d shed. “Are you sad?” he whispered, concerned.
“No, I’m happy.” I felt a deep joy inside of me, like a piece of me that had been missing was finally whole. Even as I’d longed for him over the years, I’d never fully let myself admit how broken-hearted I’d been in his absence. How empty and alone I’d felt, even in the middle of a crowded room. It was as if all the glittering constellation of people that moved around me saw me from the outside, the daughter of a billionaire, the sister of a CEO, the sorority girl. The only person who seemed to know me for who I was, the real me, was Dom. And now I lay in his arms.
“I want to hold you against me naked all night,” he murmured, wrapping my legs around his, dipping his head down to my throat, kissing, licking. He didn’t do more than kiss, nuzzling and licking, kissing my ear, my lips, my neck.
“Here, why don’t you try to sleep.” He turned me to my side and settled the length of his large, powerful naked body against my back, holding me to him. “You must be tired.”
I could feel his huge cock pushing into my ass. He wasn’t tired. He was trying to take care of me. With a little smile, I decided I’d show him how I really wanted him to take care of my needs. Moving slowly, deliberately, I worked my ass back into him, pushing against him, rolling my hips in rhythm.
“You feel so good,” I purred, sneaking my hand back to his hip and his powerful ass. I pressed him to me, showing him I didn’t want any space between us at all. No respite, I wanted more.
“Do you remember?” I asked as I slowly slid my hand down his thigh. “Our last night together?”
I found his cock and he groaned as I circled it with my hand. Lifting my thigh, I settled him between my V, right along my slick pussy, exactly like our last night together four summers ago. “Do you remember what we did?” I moved my hips, coating his cock in my arousal, feeling him so hard and slippery. My eyes fluttered closed as he pushed between my legs, the tip of his cock hitting my clit.
“Yes,” he groaned.
“Do you remember what I asked you do to?” I arched back into him, moaning as he reached around and found my breast, grabbing it in his hand. Not gentle any more, he thrust between my legs and found my neck where he licked, then gave it a bite.
“You wanted the tip,” he growled, positioning his thick cock at my entrance. I felt sore and used, and I wanted more.
“Can you give me the tip?” I begged, wanting to feel it again. There was nothing like that first penetration with his thick crown.
“Like this?” He pushed into me, only a couple inches. My jaw dropped it hurt and felt so good at the same time.
“Yes.” My voice sounded high with need.
“Aren’t you sore?”
“Yes,” I admitted. I was, but I wanted him to make me even more sore. And fuck me harder this time. I could tell he’d held back for my first, the gentleman taming the beast. But I wanted him wild like I knew he really was. “Dom,” I moaned as he moved his tip in me, just the tip, a slow massage, right at my entrance. I remembered how much passion he’d awakened within me that night long ago. I’d desperately wanted him all the way inside me back then. And now I could have it.
“Fuck me, Dom,” I begged. “Please. Fuck me hard.”
He didn’t need to be asked twice. He sank into me, his full cock ramming all the way into my tight channel, his teeth down into my shoulder. I screamed loud with his possession, my body crying out. My pussy ached from him, for him, and he held me onto his cock as he started to move, thrusting into me.
“You want me to fuck you?” he grunted, stuffing me so full I screamed again.
“Yes!”
“You want it hard?” He rammed into me, holding me exactly where he wanted me, pinning my hips and wrapping his hand around my thigh to keep me spread wide for him. “I’ll fuck you hard.” He drove into me again and again, relentless, pumping into me and a
ll I could do was scream, pant and scream with deep pleasure as he took me so hard.
“You come, Gigi!” he ordered me. “Come!” He slapped my clit, bringing his hand down hard on my swollen, aching nub and I came apart, coming on his cock, writhing and crying out.
“Fuck!” he roared, pulling out to come all over my ass. The feel of his hot seed spilling on my cheeks made me spasm again, moaning as I felt him mark me. I wanted his come. I loved the feel of it on me, but I wanted it in me, deep inside.
“Mine,” he whispered, pulling me against him, hand over my breast, mouth at my neck. “Mine.”
“Yes,” I whispered as I drifted off, never having felt more satisfied in my life.
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