Rachel
“You know I love your legs,” Dominic says as he runs his palms up my thighs. “They’re so soft and jiggly. I hate to see you in pants.”
The shirt I’m wearing barely covers my ass and I’m bare underneath. Dominic is careful not to move the shirt as his hands drift higher. The tip of his thumb brushes my slit, and I gasp.
“I’ll never get tired of how wet you get for me,” he says. “You should’ve told me that you needed my attention.”
I can’t reply. Not when his fingers are stroking my clit, steady and smooth. I can’t follow my train of thought let alone vocalize it.
“I want to fuck you so bad,” he says. “So very fucking bad, Rachel.”
“Yes.”
“Not yet,” he says.
Not yet? What the hell is he waiting for? Oh? Oh.
He pulls his fingers out of my pussy, shiny and slick. I can’t do anything but watch as he sucks them into his mouth, throat rumbling as he moans at the taste.
“Better than any sweet you could ever make my little baker,” he murmurs after he’s licked them clean.
Dominic slides down the bed, settling between my thighs. My core clenches at the sight of him down there. The memory of how good it felt last time has me shivering in anticipation, thighs trembling and my pussy dripping arousal onto the bed.
“Just a taste,” he whispers more to himself than to me before he leans in, fingers parting my folds and tongue spearing me open.
He doesn’t tease like before. No casual exploration this time. He knows just what I like and he’s ruthless as he uses my pleasure to work me into a frenzy. I’m gripping the sheets, back arching off the bed, and he shows no sign of stopping anytime soon.
“That’s it,” he says against my lips. “Soak my tongue like you’re going to soak my cock.”
“Dominic,” I cry. “I can’t take much more.”
“Yes, you can,” he replies.
Tongue returning to my clit I feel myself growing impossibly wetter as he circles the nub with precise strokes. Unable to hold back, I come with a muffled scream. My pussy convulses and my arousal sprays his mouth and chin.
“There’s my filthy girl,” he says. “Now give me one more.”
I want to tell him I can’t, but I’d be lying. As he thrusts his tongue back inside me, I can feel my walls still spasming. I’m not coming down from the rush. I’m climbing to a different peak now.
He spends less time with my clit this time, choosing instead to sip my arousal straight from the source. His tongue laps at my center, gathering more of it with each pass.
“Dom,” I sigh as a warm feeling of peace fills my body. Where the first orgasm feels like a scorching burn that set me ablaze, the second makes me feel weightless.
He moans over the sound of blood rushing to my head. His hands gripping my thighs almost painfully hard as I come apart on his tongue again.
“I want to pound this virgin pussy,” he moans, fingers rubbing my clit. “Gonna stuff you so full of my cock you’ll never want another.”
Yes. Yes. Yes.
“Please fuck me,” I beg.
“This is it, Rachel. Once I fuck you, you’re mine. This pussy is mine.”
“Dominic,” I whine as his fingers abandon my clit. They’re slick with my arousal again and he uses my wetness as lubricant to coat his cock.
“Whenever I want it, you’re going to bend over and lift up your skirt for me like the filthy girl you are.”
“Yes!” I cry out.
He notches the head of his cock at the center of my pussy.
“Only for me,” he says as he thrusts forward.
My back arches as he fills me. There’s no pain, only a sense of fullness as my body stretches to accommodate him.
“Only for you,” I agree. “Just you and me. No one else.”
“Good girl,” he growls as he pulls back his hips before driving them forward again. “You’re such a fucking good girl, taking all of my cock into your eager little pussy.”
“Yes,” I moan.
It feels better than his tongue or his fingers. So much better. He fills me, stretching my pussy, and making my walls flutter as he rams into me with unexpected force.
He’s done treating me like I’m fragile. He’s treating me like I’m his.
“You feel too good,” he says between gritted teeth. “My balls are gonna explode if I don’t come inside you. Fuck. Rachel. Your pussy was made for my cock. Hand-fucking-crafted for me.”
I’m beyond words as he pounds his hips into mine. The force makes my rolls jiggle. Heat is creeping up my spine, making every nerve come alive as he chases his pleasure and mine.
“Give me your thigh pretty girl. You know how much I love these legs.”
He guides one of my legs up onto his hip and it changes the angle. Suddenly he’s sinking deeper into me, his cock hitting a spot that has my pussy soaking him until it makes a squelching sound with every thrust.
“You’re too good for a man like me, but I don’t give a fuck. You’re mine.”
My head tips back, chin pointing to the ceiling as I come screaming his name into the rafters. I’m still clenching, still gushing when his hips falter and his breathing becomes heavy. He comes inside me, hot seed making my spine tingle as he fills me to the brim.
“Good filthy fucking girl,” he says when he slumps onto the bed beside me. “I’m never going to let you out of this bed.”
We fall asleep just like that. Sticky, entangled, and messy. I’d have it no other way.