16. Chapter 16
Chapter sixteen
~DOMINIC~
Jessica’s shaking in my arms. And I haven’t even come yet.
I’m still buried inside her, thick and throbbing, holding her up against this glass, and all I can think about is how good her little pussy feels clenched around my cock.
My jaw’s locked and my pulse is hammering in my neck. I can feel sweat dripping down my spine and I still want more. I want to fuck her through the glass. I want to drag her out onto that balcony, and show the entire world who she belongs to .
Make them all see. Make them watch. But I won’t. Because if anyone else sees her like this—I’ll fucking kill them.
My grip tightens around her waist as she twitches again, still coming down, still lost in it. My cock kicks inside her.
I haven’t moved in a full minute while she pulses around me and I’m still so fucking hard it hurts. My forehead drops to the back of her shoulder.
I press a kiss to her skin, to the curve of her spine, tasting sweat and sex and something so much sweeter.
She sighs, and I feel the slow return of her mind. The flutter in her muscles.
Yeah. There she is.
“Still with me?” I murmur against her skin, voice cracked and low.
She nods, barely.
Good. Because I’m not done. Not even close.
I pull out slow and she whimpers. My cock slides free, dripping, and angry. It twitches in the open air, pissed off I didn’t finish inside her.
Not yet .
She’s trembling in my hold, her skin flushed and glowing.
“Get down,” I whisper.
She looks over her shoulder, dazed.
“I want you on your knees,” I clarify, turning her to face me.
She stumbles, eyeing me with suspicion, but obeys.
Good fucking girl.
I guide her down gently with my palms on her hips. She sinks onto her knees in front of me, the city still flashing behind her.
I take a step forward and her eyes drop to my hard cock.
Her mouth opens and her pink tongue slips out to wet her bottom lip.
God. Fucking. Damn.
I bring one hand to her cheek, stroking my thumb along her jaw and tilting her face up. “I’ve been wanting to see that makeup run down your face all night,” I murmur.
My thumb grazes under her eye. Mascara is already starting to bleed at the corners .
She blinks like she doesn’t understand—innocent and confused while my cock throbs in her face.
I step forward, bringing it closer to her. She watches it with silent fascination, scanning all of it, glistening with her come.
“You ever had a cock down your throat?”
Her light eyes widen, gorgeous and round, and I see that dirty little spark of excitement.
“No,” she whispers, shaking her head slowly.
Fuck me.
My cock kicks again, already leaking at the tip.
“Well,” I murmur, thumb grazing her lip, “guess we’re about to cross that off your list as well.”
She looks up at me and nods slowly. I stroke her cheek with my palm, watching the way she leans into it. There’s still that dazed look in her eyes, still breathless from her orgasm. She hasn’t come down from that high yet—she’s floating and I’m about to push her higher.
I let my thumb rest against her lower lip and she opens wider.
I just stare, taking it all in.
Jessica Brooks. Social media darling. Pain in my ass. First-class brat.
Now? On her knees with my cock an inch from her mouth.
“You think you’re ready to take this?” I ask, fingers stroking down her neck, her throat. “You think you can take all of it?”
Another tiny nod, eyes glassy and hungry.
“Kiss my cock,” I order and push my hips forward.
I press the tip against her lips. She kisses my tip once, then kisses the shaft right under the crown.
“Such a good girl,” I drawl, stroking her hair back. My hand tightens on the back of her head. She gasps softly, breath tickling my skin.
“Open your mouth.”
She obeys and I slide in. Just the head.
“Now look at me.”
She does, and fuck, I almost come right there.
Her cheeks are pink, her makeup smudged. Her tongue stretches around the head of my cock, and I’ve never seen anything more perfect.
“You wanna show me how good that sweet mouth is? ”
She nods, her tongue flexing against the underside of my cock.
“Breathe through your nose, and watch your teeth,” I instruct as I slide in deeper.
She gags once and pulls back with teary eyes, and I fucking love it.
“You’re doing so good,” I murmur, stroking her cheek. “So fucking gorgeous like this. On your knees, just for me.”
She leans forward again, eager for more.
“Take your time,” I murmur. “You can use your hand to stroke it.”
She wraps her fingers around my base and starts stroking what her mouth can’t reach.
“Jesus fuck.”
I hold her soft hair back and watch her bob her head at her own pace. I have to bite my tongue to keep the sounds from slipping out and my cum in my balls for a bit longer. I don’t want this to end so quickly. But the sight of Jessica so eager for my cock is making it extremely difficult.
I rock forward slightly, barely moving, just testing her depth again .
She moans around me, and I almost lose it. The vibration sends a shockwave up my spine and down my cock like a jolt of pure fucking ecstasy.
“Fuck,” I groan, hand tightening in her hair.
Her mascara is already running down her cheeks.
“You look so fucking good like this,” I rasp, brushing her cheek with my other hand.
She looks up at me with the prettiest eyes I’ve ever seen.
“Let’s see how much of me that pretty throat can take.”
I press forward into her open mouth again, deeper than before. Her eyes flare as the head pushes past her tongue. Her throat tightens on reflex, but I don’t stop. My hand cradles the back of her head, guiding and holding her steady.
“That’s it,” I murmur. “Relax your throat. You’re doing so fucking good.”
Another inch and she gags hard around me. I pause, not pulling out, just holding her there with my cock at the top of her throat.
She claws weakly at my thighs as she tries to pull away and I wait, stroking her hair .
“Breathe through your nose,” I murmur, voice tender. “Come on, baby.”
She blinks up at me, lip gloss gone, her mouth stuffed full of cock.
I feel her throat relax a little around the tip.
“Good girl,” I growl. “Now take it.”
I start with slow thrusts, gentle at first, and then move firmer. I look down at half my cock sliding in and out of her mouth, watching her lips stretch around it, spit sliding down her chin.
I love this—the little broken noises she makes when she’s trying so fucking hard to be good for me.
“Look at you,” I groan. “Letting me fuck your throat.”
Her hands come up, grabbing at my hips, trying to keep up.
I thrust faster, her throat opening up more. I use that to push in deeper and her eyes roll as spit drips from her chin.
“That’s it,” I groan. “That’s my girl. So fucking messy.”
I hold her in place, my balls tight and ready to explode .
“You want it?” I growl. “You want me to come in that pretty mouth?”
She nods around me and I fucking lose it.
My hips jerk and my cock pulses as I pick up the pace, pushing myself over the edge.
“Fuck!” I spill deep in her mouth, groaning like a man possessed as her lips tighten around me and she swallows it all.
I pant, cock twitching while I come down from the orgasm. When I finally pull back, she's gasping for air. Her lips are red and swollen, her makeup destroyed and running down her pretty face.
I lift her chin with two fingers, forcing her to look up at me.
“You did so fucking good,” I murmur, voice rough.
She’s breathing hard, lips parted and so damn beautiful.
I lean down and kiss her before gently scooping her up. Her hands fist in my shirt as I pull back.
“I got you,” I tell her quietly.
Sunlight filters through the sheer curtains, painting gold across the room and shining a light on the aftermath of last night.
She let me in. Not just her body—her. All attitude, pride, and ambition. The girl who walked into my world swinging with conditions and comebacks ended up on her knees, looking up at me with my dick down her throat. The only dick she’s ever had. And she chose for it to be mine.
I didn’t ask for that kind of trust, but she gave it anyway. And I’m not stupid enough to take it for granted.
She’s still asleep, half-curled under the sheets, her arm thrown above her head.
She looks peaceful.
Fuck me.
She looks beautiful, breathtaking. And somehow, I got to touch it. She trusted me with it.
That girl—with all her walls, her sharp tongue, her bite—gave me such a huge part of herself.
The part she’d kept for twenty… fuck, how old is she again? I want to punch myself for not remembering, fo r not knowing more things about her. I’m going to fix that.
She let me guide her through shit she’s never done before. I didn’t think this would matter. But this thing I’m starting to feel seems far from pretend to me.
I can’t stop thinking about how fucking proud she made me with every moan, every cry, every single thing she took. And how if anyone dares to touch her, to even look at her the wrong way, I’ll bury them.
I lean forward with my elbows on my knees and simply watch her.
So much fire in one little body. So goddamn herself.
I check the time again. Almost nine. I could stare at her all morning.
But we’ve got plans. I made calls and pulled strings.
I rise from the edge of the bed, lean over her, and brush her hair from her face.
“Wake up,” I murmur softly.
Nothing.
I lean down farther, lips grazing her cheek. “Come on. ”
She stirs with a faint groan, nose scrunching as she blinks into the light. Then she sees me and groans again, this time with a smile.
“You’re still here?” she mumbles. “Told you I have a very important early meeting in the morning.”
“Sorry, Mrs. President,” I roll my eyes at the fact that her smart mouth is the first thing that wakes up in the morning.
“Mm.” She stretches, slow and dramatic, arms over her head. “How long have you been staring at me like a creep?”
“At least half an hour.”
She glares at me through one eye. “And you just… sat there?”
“Sat. Stared. Reflected.”