But her moans turn heavy right away, and she clasps my hands as I drive my cock inside her. I'm making her mine and sealing the deal with each thrust of my hips.
"Dom," she breathes, "Dom, please, please."
"Please what?" I growl against her mouth, needing to hear those dirty words from her lips. I know they're what it will take to push me over the edge.
"Please make me come," Cassidy whispers. "I want to come with you… so badly."
I growl again, and my thrusts become quicker and more demanding, her body quickly responding to the thrusts of my hips.
"Are you ready, Cassidy?" I ask her in a low voice, stilling for a moment as she writhes impatiently, whimpering for more. "Say it," I prompt her.
"Yes," she finally whispers, nodding like it's the one thing she wants in the world. "Please, Dom, I need to come on your cock again. Bare this time..."
I can't stop now, pushing inside her with such desperate need I can feel the metal of my piercing touching her walls. Her pussy is contracting to fit my huge cock.
"Okay, darlin'," I tell her, my voice heavy. "Let me come inside you. Will you be a good girl and come on my cock?"
"Yes," she promises, her voice laden with the pleasure she's feeling.
And then I give her one final thrust, releasing my cum inside of her as she exclaims my name repeatedly. I thrust a few more times as pure pleasure takes over my body, and I'm well-aware of the grin that's made its way on my face as I fall next to her.
She's breathing fast, her chest rising and falling with each breath she takes as I stare at her in wonder.
"Fuck, Dom," she says breathily.
"We just did, darlin’." I can't resist my cheesy reply, but to make up for it, I kiss her passionately, our tongues not tired yet as they meet in her mouth.
I could stay in this bed for the rest of my life, if the woman I love was by my side.
And Cassidy Lynn doesn't look like she's going anywhere.
Chapter twenty-one
CASSIDY
"I have something for you," Dom says after a moment of lazing in the bed, my breath barely able to catch up as he runs his fingers over my tummy.
"What?" I ask curiously, and he jumps off the bed like he's so excited he cannot wait a moment longer – an impressive feat, given the sex we've just had.
He pulls on some shorts in a hurry, then disappears down the stairs as I call his name. A moment later, I'm left alone in the bed, pouting. I have no idea where he's off to, but I don't like being without him, that's for sure.
I hear a car door closing and for a second, I'm worried he'll just drive off. But even before I hear his steps back in the house, I already know he would never do that. The twenty-one-year-old Dom, maybe, but not the grown-up version – the man I love.
Dom is back in the room in moments, and in the meantime, I've put a dress over my body to hide my nakedness. He has a laptop in his hands along with a big box. He plugs the computer in, placing it on my lap and giving me the big cardboard box.
"What's this?" I ask in confusion.
"Open it and see," he replies mysteriously, and I can't hold back any longer. I shake the box, and something rattles inside. It's quite heavy.
Finally, I take the lid off and am met with a load of CDs, each written on with Dom's awkward handwriting, each in its separate case.
I take one out and examine it closely. It's labeled as #12.
"What is this?" I ask again, my brows furrowing, not getting this at all.
"Find number one and play it," Dom tells me simply. My curiosity gets the better of me as I dig inside the box, pulling out the case with the right number. I insert the CD and wait for the computer to launch whatever is on it.
A video program opens, and I stare at it in confusion as the movie starts up. There's the noise of a fan, and an empty chair. Slowly, someone lowers their body in it, and my father's face fills the screen.
"Hello, Cassidy," he says with a heavy voice, and my heart swells, just like at the wedding. But this time around, Dom's hand lands on my shoulder, reassuring me.
"Just watch," he whispers in my ear, and then moves back to give me some space.
And I do, unable to tear my eyes away from the screen.
My father seems to be looking right at me, as if his past self knew exactly where I'd be sitting. Involuntarily, my eyes fill with hot tears, but I make myself keep watching.
"Cassidy, if you're watching this, I'm already gone," Dad says sadly. There's no bitterness in his voice, which surprises me. "I have a little story to tell you."