Chapter 41
i’ve always been yours
DOMINIC
September
Our kiss is slow at first, but the moment Mia parts her lips, letting me in, all restraint disappears.
We’re nothing but heat, desperation, and need.
She gives back as good as she gets. She’s always been like that, and I fucking love it.
I’m not the only one claiming what’s mine.
In this moment, she’s reclaiming what’s been hers for a very long time.
She fists my T-shirt, pulling me closer as I fumble with her zipper.
We only break apart so she can shuck off her jeans and I can peel her shirt off.
Then, in the middle of my living room, she stands proudly in her black bra and thong, eyes glistening with desire.
Her hands rest on my hips, fingers looped through my belt loops.
I take her in, and my fucking head spins. The soft swells of her breasts are full and inviting. Her waist is narrow, her stomach taut. Everything about her is made for me. Her body was built for me to touch, to claim, to worship.
She pulls me closer, and when the backs of her legs hit the couch, she falls into it, dragging me with her. I brace myself, my hands on either side of her head.
“Take me,” she whispers, pupils blown, nails clawing at the waistband of my jeans. “Now.”
I force myself to my feet and strip quickly, tossing my clothes on the floor with hers.
I grab her thong, and instead of taking it off, I tear it apart.
She gasps, but I swallow the sound, covering her mouth with mine.
I kiss her again, nestling between her thighs and grinding my hard-on over her cunt.
Her heat almost does me in. As I suck on her throat, leaving a mark for the world to see, she moans. The sound is enough to send tingles down my spine. I lean back and take my aching cock out of my briefs, she bites her bottom lip, trying to hide her smile.
I grin back at her, slowly locking my hand around her throat. “Mine,” I growl.
“Yours.”
Her pulse flutters against my palm as I squeeze tighter. Her lips part and her eyes shine, tempting me, begging me. With my other hand, I angle my cock and bury myself inside her in one rough thrust. Her body arches, and a ragged moan escapes her.
I fuck her long and hard, and she meets me stroke for stroke, taking me deeper. I pull her bra down, releasing her full breasts, pinching her pebbled nipples. Mouth watering, I circle my tongue around her nipple then suck on it, sinking my teeth into her soft flesh.
“Yes… Fuck, yes…” she moans, writhing under me.
With my forehead pressed to hers, I bury myself inside her to the hilt, my balls slapping against her skin. “You like that, baby? You like me ruining you.”
She digs her nails into my forearms, clawing at me, driving me out of my mind.
My control snaps, and I release her throat so I can clutch her hips and pound into her relentlessly. My fingers dig into her flesh, my teeth leaving marks on her body. Her moans echo off the walls as her tits bounce. I make sure she feels every inch, anything to erase the time she spent without me.
She presses her fingers to her clit, rubbing in fast circles. “Oh my God… I’m gonna come…”
I drop my head to her shoulder, tonguing the delicate skin there. My release builds as her pussy clenches around me. No one has ever felt the way she does in my arms. She was made for me.
Her pussy squeezes my cock so hard, I see stars. “Fuck.” Completely out of control, I pump into her rougher, my eyes falling closed. I’m not gonna last. Fuck.
“Shit, baby… Your cunt is strangling my dick…”
“Dom…” She moans my name. “I want your cum… I want your cum so bad…”
“Want me to fill you up, huh?” I chuckle darkly, dancing dangerously close to the edge of my release.
“Yes… Oh God, please… I’m on the pill.” Back arching, she digs her fingernails into my forearms. “Please…”
“Say it again,” I taunt her. “Because I’ll take you up on that offer in a heartbeat. I want it too. Only with you…”
She pants, her forehead glistening with sweat, her hair falling into her face. “I want you to come inside me.”
I thrust deep, drawing out her orgasm. “Then take it, baby.” Muscles tightening and face lifted, I let go. I spill inside her, claiming her in a way I’ve never wanted to experience with anyone else. She screams my name, dragging her nails down my arms, her body shuddering.
When she stops shaking, I pull back and drink her in. Her flushed cheeks and the red marks on her neck put a smile on my face.
I straighten, bringing her with me. She’s soft, pliable, her chest still heaving and her eyes half closed as I carry her to my bedroom.
Her fingers skim over my jawline, her other hand tangled in my hair.
This peaceful moment feels like a real blessing, a little breather before I take her again. Before she wrecks me again.
“You’re so quiet,” Mia murmurs.
I flash her a smile. “Trying to convince myself not to fuck you against the wall.”
“Aw, self-control. That’s new.” She hums, dragging her fingertips down my neck. “I’m impressed.”
With a chuckle, I ease her onto my bed. Her body sinks into my sheets, her eyes glued to mine.
I stand back, admiring her. She’s stunning.
Perfect. Her long, jet-black hair, her dark blue eyes that don’t just look at me but see right into me.
Her full breasts and narrow waist, her tanned skin and legs for days. She’s electric; I can’t look away.
I hover over her, propping myself up on my hands, and as I nestle between her legs, she lets out a shaky breath.
“You want me, baby?” I nuzzle her nose with mine, soaking in the moment.
“Always.”
I press my lips to hers then rear back. “Then take it. Take what you need.”
Mia chews her bottom lip, ghosting her fingers up and down my forearms.
Every touch makes me harder, and within minutes, I’m ready for round two. I roll my hips, making sure she knows, and between one heartbeat and the next, I’m on my back as she straddles me. She puts both hands on my chest, her hair draped around her face.
“So, what are you gonna do?” I tease her.
“How about this?” she whispers, rolling her hips, sliding her wet center up my shaft.
I groan, gripping her thighs. “Baby.”
“Or this.” She tilts forward and covers my lips with hers, kissing me slowly. Her mouth slides to my jaw then down my neck. “Or this.” She curls her tongue over my nipple, licking and sucking and leaving marks on my body the way I did hers.
I tangle my fingers in her hair as my balls tighten and my spine tingles.
When she’s finished lavishing my pecs with attention, she positions me at her entrance and slowly sinks down. With a sigh, she drops her head back and rides me. Her movements are slow at first, her pussy swallowing my dick. The moment I try to set the pace by guiding her hips, she stops.
“It’s my turn,” she reminds me, grinding against me, deepening the connection.
I moan, unable to stop myself.
“God, I love when you sound like that,” she says breathlessly. “You gonna be a good boy for me?”
I snap my eyes open. “Keep this up, and I’m flipping you over and taking back what’s mine.”
“You’re not gonna let me wreck you, baby?” she teases, moving faster.
Already, my vision goes hazy as my release barrels through me. But there’s no fucking way I’ll come before she does. I dig my fingers into the flesh of her ass, desperate to take over, to send her hurtling into the abyss.
But she stops. She literally fucking stops.
No way. Is she going to leave me like this? Throbbing, aching, on the verge of my orgasm?
Fuck that.
In one move, I push myself up and flip her onto her back. Hair splayed against my sheets, she breaks into a mischievous smile. God, this girl. She played me so fucking well.
“Had your fun?” I ask as I pump into her.
“Mm-hmm,” she hums, wrapping her arms around me. “You’re just as much mine as I am yours.”
“Never doubt it.” I suck her bottom lip into my mouth and release it with a pop.
With my hands under her ass, I pound into her hard and fast, chasing the orgasm she deprived me of, driving her toward her own. She chants my name, moaning and whimpering, dragging her nails down my arms as I bury myself to the hilt.
“Fuck.” I close my eyes, reveling in painful pleasure. “You feel so fucking good, baby.”
At my praise, her body trembles, and she falls apart, her pussy clamping around my dick. A few more pumps, and I’m a goner too, spilling myself inside her again.
Best fucking day of my life.
The warm water spills over us, the steam curling around our bodies. Holding her to me, her back pressed to my chest, I drag my loofah over her stomach.
After sex like that, my girl needs aftercare. Slow strokes, gentle touches, light kisses. All I want is to take care of her, to pamper her after she let me wreck her again.
She turns in my arms and drags her hands over my chest and up my neck until they’re wrapped around my shoulders.
“This tattoo on your chest…” she murmurs.
I smirk. “You saw it that first night at the lake house.” I skim my fingers down her ribs. “Why are you just now asking?”
She rakes her fingers through my hair and tugs. “Why did you get it?”
“Because if I couldn’t have you, I wanted to keep you with me. No matter how far away you were, you’ve always been here, in my heart, so fucking deep under my skin, it only felt right to have a little piece of you inked on my chest.” I take a step forward, backing her against the cool tile.
I lift her leg and hook it over my hip, and without having to communicate, she knows exactly what I want. She grasps my cock and slowly guides it into her wet heat.
“I’ve always been yours,” she murmurs as I move my hips slowly. “Even before you realized it.”
I cup her face and make sure she’s looking at me. “I love you, Mia.”
“I love you too.”
When I press my mouth to hers, the rest of the world falls away. All that’s left is me, her, and the whispered I love yous as we make love.