Undeniable: Dom & Gigi (Beg For It 5)

“Oh, all of it,” she moaned, and I shot out more, letting myself release into her hot, wet paradise.

As we came down, our breathing slowing, she collapsed onto the bed and I pulled her onto my chest. We lay together with our hearts pounding, sweaty and messy. Instead of “Damn, what did I just do?” thoughts, I had the other kind. It felt so right to come inside her.

I wanted her pregnant, her pretty belly rounding with my child. Then I’d have a reason to keep her. It would be my duty to protect her for the rest of our lives, to care for her and keep her and our growing family safe. If I didn’t already know I was crazy, now I had proof.

19

Gigi

Somehow, I sensed our time together was coming to an end. Dom didn’t say anything, but I could feel it. The tension in him, the way he looked at me sometimes as if he were about to say good-bye. I knew he was making plans, the type it was better if I didn’t know the details. I prayed for the safety of my brother and Caroline, as well as everyone else in our family.

But I didn’t want to lose Dom. Yesterday, when we’d sat out by the pool and talked about the towns we liked down south, a future together had seemed so close. It was as if I could feel him envisioning it, right along with me. That little house I dreamed of fixing up all nice? It was him I dreamed of filling it with me, him and a bunch of kids running around the yard.

Was I crazy? Maybe. I’d be walking away from the life I’d always known. But when what you knew didn’t make you happy, not in that deep down way, I thought it made sense to make a change.

I couldn’t explain exactly what it was about Dom that drew me to him like a magnet, but it had always been there between us. I trusted him completely and always would. Even when he did filthy, nasty things to me. Things it turned out I loved.

I stretched on the couch where I was lounging in a bikini, supposedly reading while Dom worked out. I couldn’t muster the energy to exercise. He was working me out too hard in other ways for me to exert any energy on a treadmill.

Last night I’d let him tie me up, clamp clothespins on my nipples and fuck my ass with a pestle. And if he hadn’t stopped when he did, I would have come blindingly hard for him, exactly like that. It was so erotic, feeling dominated that way while knowing he’d never hurt me. It was as if when I put myself completely in his hands, he knew how to transport me to an entirely new, intense level of pleasure. Tied up, all my senses felt heightened, riveted on exactly what he was doing to me. When he knelt to inspect me, finding my arousal, it made me even wetter every time.

“What are you thinking about?” Dom came in the room, looking huge and sweaty and magnificent. He wasn’t wearing a shirt and frankly there should be a law requiring him to stay that way at all times. It was a crime to cover up those muscles, all rippling and pumped from his workout.

“Come here and I’ll tell you.” I smiled up at him, flirty. I was gaining confidence. And damn if it didn’t feel as if our time together was fleeting. He walked over, stalking with masculine confidence even as he did what I asked. I didn’t know how he did it, radiating such alpha power without seeming arrogant. He never came off cocky, only sure of himself, a deep sense of his own power. Maybe that was what drew me to him.

He sat down next to me and pulled me onto his lap. “I’m all sweaty. But you asked for it.”

I let my fingers roam his slick muscles, admiring every inch, tracing his tattoos. “I like you sweaty.” I drew a pattern on his chest, right over his heart. “No tattoo here?” As I felt the heat of his bare skin on my fingertips, my heart raced.

“Why, you want me to put something there?” His eyes looked so dark as he circled my waist with his hands. I nodded. “What do you want?”

I smiled, mischievous, writing a word out in script. “Princess.”

He threw back his head and laughed, but pulled me closer as he did it. “Princess, huh?” I smiled, pressing against him, never getting enough. Was I the woman who’d gone 23 years without having sex? Now, apparently, I could barely go a few hours. It was just that he was so close to me, smelling so good, and I could feel him growing hard against my thigh as I pressed into him.

“You haven’t told me what you were thinking about when I walked in.” He dropped his mouth to my throat, and I tipped it back for him. I loved it when he sucked, right on the edge of pain. It shot right to my core, drenching my pussy, the feeling of him marking me. “I want to know. It looked good.”

My hand traveled down, enjoying the pathway, down his abs, coming to rest along his thick, hard shaft. I squeezed it through his nylon shorts, circling the tip. “I was thinking about last night.”

“Yeah?” His voice sounded heavy and husky. He watched my hand slowly move up and down the outline of his cock.

“I was thinking about how much I liked it. And I can’t wait…” I trailed off, a wave of embarrassment engulfing me. It was one thing to be completely lost in the moment, tied up and on the cusp of an orgasm when I admitted it. But to tell him right then how much I was looking forward to him fucking my ass, suddenly it seemed like too much.

“Hmm.” He cupped his fingers around my chin and tilted my gaze up to meet his. “What’s this? Shy?” I smiled a little and blushed. “Interesting.” He brushed his thumb along my lower lip. “I wonder if I can get it out of you.”

He stood and offered me his hand. “I was headed up for a shower. Want to join me?”

I followed him up the stairs, already feeling so blissed out. We got in the shower, all steamy, and took our time, soaping each other up, kissing. I loved his cock. In the heat, I explored it with my hands, with my mouth. After a while, he brought his hands under my arms and lifted me up, kissing me full on the mouth. “That feels so good but I know where I want to come.”

He toweled me off and lifted me up and carried me to the bed. I felt so relaxed and warm, in a near constant state of arousal around him. He climbed in with me and we kissed and touched. I couldn’t even tell where my body ended and his began, our mouths, hands, legs, everything intertwined until it felt as if our heartbeats, our breathing, everything was in sync.

His fingers found my clit, as they always did, and I sighed into him, parting my legs. He kept it slow and leisurely, giving me a lot of time to feel it build. And think about what he might do to me on that bed.

“So, what were you thinking about down on the couch?” he whispered in my ear, cupping my body to his. I felt so surrounded, his massive shoulders dwarfing mine, his thick bicep reaching down my body as he played with my pussy. The curtains were drawn. We hadn’t turned on the light. It felt like our dark, secret fantasy playground.

“I was thinking about how good it felt when you touched me,” I admitted, still feeling somewhat shy.

“Come on,” Dom pushed his thumb into my clit. “You can do better than that. Tell me what you want.” Slowly, slowly he removed his fingers. Then he brought them behind to where I quivered with anticipation. As I felt his lubed fingers slick over my asshole, I started to pant. He’d made me think so much about it over the past few days, made me start to crave it.

“Was this what you were thinking about?” he asked, still so gentle, his voice and his fingers coaxing, prodding. When he slipped a finger past my tight ring, I moaned, soft, into the darkness. “Is this what you want?”

“Mmm,” I purred into his touch, my body alive with need.

He slipped a second finger into me, my pussy providing more than enough lube to slide right in. “Was th

is what you wanted?” He was teasing me now, reading me right, seeing me pant and moan. “Or did you want more?” He pressed his cock against my soft ass cheek.

“Yes.” I sighed, pushing back against him. I wanted it. I knew it would hurt. He’d stretch me so much. But I wanted him to sink into me deep.

“I want you to say it for me, baby.” He still coaxed me, so sweet. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want your cock up my ass,” I groaned, confessing. “I need it, Dom. Please fuck my ass.”

“Yes,” he grit out, harsh. He withdrew his fingers, giving my soft cheek a sharp spank. “That’s it.” Still naked from the shower, he didn’t need to remove any clothing. He just speared his cock between my thighs, coating it in my juices. I trembled with anticipation.

“Let me take control,” Dom whispered, spreading my ass cheeks. “You breathe, relax and let me in.” I nodded and tried to do what he said but he felt so huge at my entrance, so much bigger than his fingers or even the marble tool he’d used on me last night. I sucked in my breath, clenching.

“No, Gigi, don’t fight me.” He smoothed my hair, swept his fingers along my clit, finding a slow rhythm. “Remember how good it felt last night. How good it’s going to feel now.” I relaxed, letting the warm circles of pleasure he made travel through my limbs. This time, I let him push in the tip.

“Oh,” I moaned as he stretched my hole, still just at the entrance.

“Fuck,” he groaned, inching in, pushing. “So fucking tight.”

“Mmm.” I pushed back into him, wanting him to take me, wanting to feel it, pain and all. “Fuck me, Dom. Please.”

He gripped my hips and pushed, working farther in, stretching my hole, making me quiver and shake and scream. “Yes, Gigi.” He started moving, pulling out a bit, pushing in farther and farther still until I couldn’t believe how full I felt, completely stuffed with his cock, my mouth and eyes wide open. He kept his hand at my clit and massaged as he thrust, overwhelming me with sensation. I threw my head back onto his shoulder as he worked in me, offering him my ass.