Chapter 27 #2
He crosses his arms, making his pecs and biceps flex. “Because that’s fucking bullshit.”
“I have a lot going on right now. They offer internships every year, so I’ll have another opportunity. They understood why I said no.”
“That’s not the point.” His reply is clipped.
“What’s wrong with passing on an internship when I’m already struggling to find time for everything?” I duck, catching his gaze, but he looks away. “I need to work so I can visit my dad in Italy, and the internship doesn’t pay.”
He roughs a hand over his face. “I get that, but you’ve gotta look past your trip to Italy. Think about your future. Don’t make the same mistake I did. I never made plans beyond playing football, and I really regret not thinking ahead.”
I see where he’s coming from, but I won’t change my mind.
I cup the back of his neck and pull his face to mine. “Everything’s fine,” I whisper, our lips an inch apart. “Let’s agree to disagree for tonight, okay? I want to make you feel good.”
Without waiting for a response, I smash my mouth to his.
Like a switch has been flipped inside him, he wraps my hair around his fist and yanks, exposing my throat. “You think you get to set the pace?” he whispers against my neck.
I gasp, digging my nails into the muscles of his shoulders. “I can.”
He rears back, lips curling in amusement. “You can?”
Before I know what’s happening, he flips me onto my stomach and drags me to the edge of his bed. He pulls down my sweatpants, leaving me in just my pink panties and his shirt.
He smacks my ass, and I gasp, my body heating. “You’re mine tonight, Little Mayhem,” he coos, bracing himself over me, his arms caging me in. “Ass up,” he orders, leaning away.
The loss of his heat is visceral, leaving me trembling in anticipation of what’s to come.
Despite my comment about being in control, I’m ready to do whatever he tells me. Because that’s all I want: him and his undivided attention.
Behind me, he moves close again, tearing open a condom wrapper. “What did I tell you? Ass up.”
I immediately obey, and he slaps one cheek, the contact sharp and brutal. I cry out, burying my face in the covers, but I don’t move.
“Good girl,” he praises, grinding his cock against me, “staying exactly where I put her.”
I arch my back, desperate for more of him.
“No, baby, you don’t get to rush this. You take what I give you when I give it to you.” He slides his dick down to my pussy, brushing back and forth over my clit, but he doesn’t breach my entrance.
“Please,” I whisper, pushing my hips back.
He clutches my throat and pulls me up against his chest. His other hand splays possessively over my tits, trapping me against him.
“Please what?” His lips brush my ear, his voice full of sin.
“I need you,” I beg. “I need your cock, please.”
“I love it when you beg.” He scrapes his teeth against my ear. “Open your mouth.”
I do, and he shoves his fingers between my lips. I curl my tongue around his digits, sucking hard, wishing they were his dick.
“That’s right, baby.” He tears his fingers out of my mouth then drags them down my neck and tits, leaving a trail of saliva behind. He only stops when he reaches my clit. Once, twice, he rolls it between his thumb and index finger, murmuring about how wet I already am.
His grip on my tit tightens. It’s the pleasurable kind of pain that has me pressing myself into him. He slides his hand away from my clit, positions his cock, and in one, hard thrust, he pushes inside, filling me completely.
“You’re so warm and wet.” He fucks me relentlessly, owning every single inch of my body. “You take me so well.”
My vision blurs, and my mind goes hazy. I moan, loud and breathless, trapped against him, soaking in the heat of his body. He slides his hand up from my tits to my neck, and with his fingers tight around my throat, he controls my breathing.
“You feel that?” he growls, thrusting deeper. “That’s me ruining you, baby. Ruining you for everyone else. So you’ll always remember you belong to me.”
I dig my nails into his arm, desperate to remain grounded. Keeping a steady rhythm with his hips, he tightens his hold on my neck, cutting off my air until my vision blurs at the edges.
Then, he abruptly stops and pulls out, and before I have a chance to question him, I’m on my back, him looming over me, wearing a devilish smirk.
His body glistens with sweat, his chest heaving as he assesses me. Dominic has always been the most handsome man I’ve ever seen, and knowing he’s mine blows my fucking mind.
He grabs the backs of my thighs, slowly guiding my legs higher. His eyes are locked on mine.
“Hold your legs for me,” he orders.
I wrap my arms around the backs of my thighs, holding myself open for him. As I watch him watch me, my heartbeat echoes in my ears and my breath goes ragged. I’m burning up, and he isn’t even touching me. I’m completely at his mercy, and I love it.
“Look at you, baby.” He hovers over me, wearing a knowing grin. “All mine.”
When he slides in at this angle, the pressure is overwhelming. I instantly shut my eyes. It feels like too much and not enough all at once.
“More,” I whisper.
“You take me so well.”
Thrust.
“Feel me fucking everywhere.”
With each thrust, he seats himself deeper, forcing breathless moans from my lips. I teeter on the edge of orgasm, my hands trembling. The stretch, the fullness…I’m about to burst into flames.
The sound of our bodies slapping against each other only heightens the pleasure, sending me spiraling out of control.
“I’m gonna come.” The words spring out of my mouth. “Dom…”
Head pressed into the mattress, I let my body take over, relishing the waves of release that wash over me. My core clenches around his shaft, a lightheadedness taking over.
“That’s it, baby.” He groans. “Oh, fuck… That’s my girl… Fuck…”
He comes too, but he doesn’t stop thrusting into me. With muttered curses, he prolongs our orgasms, and when my body finally stops convulsing, he curls over me and brings his mouth to my ear.
“You will always be mine.”