Chapter 25 DOMINIC #2
“What do you want, Athena?” the question was rhetorical. I know what she wants. I could feel her arousal as I kissed the inside of her thighs. “Be a brave girl and use your words.”
‘‘I want your mouth there,’’ Her cheeks reddened as if she was ashamed to ask for what she desired, but little does she know that it was a fucking turn-on. I cracked a smile, toying with her, my hand gripping her hips
“Where, dollface? I’m afraid you have to show me.’’
I understood her, but I wanted to make sure she wanted this just as much as I did. Here with me. The little rebel went for what she wanted, grabbing my head with her hands and guiding it down exactly where she wanted me the most, and I’d be damned if I didn’t give her exactly what she needed.
I ate her pussy like a hungry man, like I never thought I would ever do in my life.
I had told myself that this was something I would never try; I found it humiliating to be down between a woman’s legs, but I like it just fine here, drowning in her juices.
She is so turned on that her legs tremble in my grip.
I admired her red cheeks under the sun and the way her sweet mouth was partly open, letting sound after sound for me.
“You need me here?” My tongue played with her clit, my finger spreading her arousal, teasing her sweet hole. “Or here?”
“I need you to make me come,” She was vocal with her needs even though she spilled it through cries, “Please, Dominic.”
And I made her come good, she was so worked out that one flick of my tongue as I inserted a finger inside her, and she was coming on my finger and my mouth.
I ate her out until I drained every last drop from her.
Until she came three times on my tongue, and my chin started to hurt.
Her moans are painfully loud, echoing in nature.
She was cumming on my tongue over and over again, and I was taking everything she had to offer.
Her face when she’s cumming is my favorite part, so goddamn beautiful.
I’m addicted to this, maybe that’s why I can’t keep my tongue away from her cunt.
After I drank her up, I rose, kissing her lips, letting her taste herself on my tongue, and she eagerly pulled me closer, pushing her tongue into my mouth.
“Athena, this is so fucking wrong.”
Now I was the one begging, but she wasn’t listening. No, she was sliding the boxers down my hips with her legs, and I was helping her. I was fighting with myself, and I was losing as soon as I knew the prize was her.
“We shouldn’t be doing this.” I said again.
But she kissed me, shutting me out while wrapping her legs around my body, pulling me to her.
She was too far gone, her face was still red, and she was soaking for me.
When my cock made contact with her bare, wet pussy and my piercings brushed against her skin, I hissed from a basic, innocent contact.
How fucking wrong would be to fuck her bare, to really feel her, all of her?
I will probably pay for this sin for thousands of lifetimes.
Her forehead rests against mine, staring into my eyes
“I want you,” she said without any doubt. “I want this and I don’t care how wrong it is.”
Just like that, the last drop of self-control left in my body flew right into the lake with her confession. I don’t even know how I managed to slide on a condom, barely holding back as I pressed into her.
“This is going to hurt,” She nodded, squeezing her thighs around me, and I don’t think she was listening to a word I was saying.
‘‘Just go slow, please,” she whimpered, her nails scratching my back. “You’re big. I don’t know if I can take you.”
“You can take me, alright, dollface.” I kissed her jaw, only to stop myself from pushing inside her sweet pussy. “I will be gentle. "
She nodded, her eyes speaking volumes as I captured her mouth in another kiss.
With her back arched like this, just a slight movement of my hips and the head of my cock slipped inside her cunt, slowly, painfully.
The tight grip of her flesh is a fucking torture.
I was barely an inch inside her when she let out a cry that mixed with my groan.
Holly. Fucking. Hell.
It was painful how good it felt when her pussy was squeezing me, stretching for more.
“Fuck, I’m not even halfway inside you yet, " I cursed, kissing her jaw. “You tell me how deep you want me, dollface. You are controlling this.”
Athena had her eyes shut, her beauty glowing under the sun. But I needed to see her, fuck I needed that so bad. I grabbed her jaw, her eyes opened wide, her gaze meeting mine.
“I want all of you,” she cried out, nails clawing into my back.
I pushed deeper. Her pussy welcomed me like it had been waiting for me.
I moved slowly, inch by inch, letting her feel every ridge, every pulse, every part of me until I was buried to the hilt.
The sensation wrapped around me like fire and velvet.
A broken groan tore from my chest. She was so damn tight, so damn perfect.
“Oh my—” She didn’t even get to finish, her head falling back, mouth parting into a silent scream, her fingernails biting into my flesh. I gripped her jaw, tilting her face to mine.
“No, Athena. You wanted this.” I thrust, slow and firm. “So you’re gonna watch me take you. Watch me split your virgin cunt open and my cock get stained with your blood.”
Her breath hitched, eyes wide and glassy, and I fucked her deeper, rubbing her clit with my thumb until she cried out. Her body arched, helpless and hungry. Her innocence bled down my cock, hot, wet, and red, and all I could think was that I’d never seen anything more beautiful.
“You see that?” I growled, dragging my cock halfway out and slamming back in. “You’re taking me so fucking well.” She only whimpered, legs spreading wider, hips rolling like her body already knew who it belonged to. “I’m all the way inside you now. Does it hurt?”
“A little,” she breathed, tears clinging to her lashes. “It’s… uncomfortable.”
“That’s just your pussy adjusting to my cock, dollface.
She’s not used to being filled this deep, but look how she grips me.
Like she never wants to let go.” I pulled back and pushed another inch in, slow, watching her face twist in overwhelmed pleasure.
“Can you feel how she’s suffocating me, baby? ”
“Yes,” she moaned, her voice barely there. Her nails dragged across my skin, marking me like she was carving herself into my soul. I leaned in close, eyes locked with hers.
“Whose cock is inside your sweet, tight pussy?” She was too far gone to speak, breath hitching with every push. “Say my name,” I demanded, thrusting harder.
“Dominic,” she gasped, the word spilling out like a prayer. “Please… faster.”
That did something to me. I pulled out, then slammed into her with a growl. Her cry was sharp, raw, but this time it was all pleasure.
“Does it feel good, Athena?” I thrust again, harder. “You like my cock buried in your virgin cunt?”
“Yes,” she whimpered, arms wrapping around my shoulders, pulling me into another kiss.
“Greedy girl,” I muttered against her lips, biting them just hard enough to sting. “You want me to fuck you faster, dollface?”
“Yes. Please.”
How could she sound so sweet and filthy in the same breath?
I fucked her like she was mine. Hard and fast, hips snapping, her breasts bouncing with every thrust. My thumb rolled over her clit, coaxing cries from her that would echo through the trees long after we were gone. The sight of her like this—flushed, ruined, desperate—was too fucking much.
“Your pussy’s gonna be the death of me,” I groaned, kissing her throat. “So tight I can’t fucking breathe.”
“I’m close,” she cried, body trembling beneath me. “Dominic, I’m gonna—”
“I’ve got you,” I growled, slamming into her again, my piercing dragging across that sweet spot I knew would break her. “Come for me.”
She shattered. Her pussy clamped down on me, wet and violent and perfect. Her screams tore through the clearing, her entire body convulsing as her orgasm crashed over her.
“Yes, just like that. Milk my cock with your cum. Just like you did with your blood.”
She came so hard she couldn’t stop shaking, and I couldn’t stop fucking her. I chased my own release, body surging forward, chasing that same edge she’d tumbled over. One more thrust and I exploded inside her, hot and brutal, groaning her name into her mouth as I came hard into the condom.
I didn’t want it there. I wanted to feel her bare. Wanted to fill her up and watch my cum drip out of her pussy, but for now, this had to be enough. I collapsed on top of her, our bodies a tangled mess of sweat and skin and breath. Her heart thundered beneath my chest.
“That was… amazing,” she said, running her fingers through my hair, voice soft.
It was so much more than that, but I said nothing, just nodded. Eventually, I pulled out, glancing down at the condom. Blood. Her blood. It should’ve made me pause. It should’ve made me feel shame. Instead, I felt pride. Possession. I slid it off and tossed it aside, then kissed her again.
“There’s so much blood,” she whispered, panic creeping into her voice.
I took her hand, tracing circles over the back of it.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I murmured, staring at her like she was the last good thing left in the world. “Especially like this.”
Because what she didn’t know, what she couldn’t possibly see yet, was that by taking her virginity, she destroyed me just as much as I destroyed her.