21. Chapter 21
Chapter twenty-one
~JESSICA~
I can’t function properly.
Not with Dom’s large hand under my pajama top, his fingers circling my nipple in slow, teasing strokes. Not with his other hand buried in my hair, holding me in place, angled just how he wants me.
His body leans over me like a shadow, heat radiating off him in waves.
I whimper when he leans in and scrapes his teeth along my throat. Then he nibbles. “You taste so sweet,” he murmurs, lips brushing the skin just above my collarbone.
I shudder, already knowing that I’m soaked. My thighs are pressed together like that’ll help. Somewhere in the back of my mind, a rational thought claws its way forward. “The cookies,” I gasp, trying to pull air into my lungs. “I need to take them out before they get hard—”
He laughs, cutting me off. Before I can finish the sentence, he grabs my waist and lifts me off the ground. My breath catches as puts me down in front of the kitchen island, and spins me to face the counter.
My palms hit the cool surface and his body presses against mine from behind. His cock — hard, thick, unmistakably ready — grinds against my ass through the thin fabric of our clothes.
“I think,” he growls, voice right against my ear, “you’ve got harder things to worry about.”
With a small smile, I back up into him, rolling my hips in one long grind.
His hands lock tighter around my waist and he groans.
He presses down towards the counter so my chest drops to the cool surface, my back arches, and my ass lifts into the air as his heavy body folds over mine, his breath hot and insistent against the shell of my ear.
. I feel my pajama shorts being tugged down and cool air rush to my flushed skin .
Then his hand is on me. Warm, rough, and slowly rubbing along the curve of my ass. “So soft,” he murmurs. His palm coasts lower, fingers dragging lightly. “Every single day since I met you, I’ve wondered how this ass would look like swollen and red.”
I suck in a breath, a teasing smile tugging at my lips.
“Every time you ran your mouth.”
The sound of a smack fills the air. A short, sharp sting blooms across my skin and I yelp, shocked. My eyes go wide. He just… my brain stalls.
My head whips back to look at him and my mouth opens. He raises a brow, daring me to sass him, way too pleased with himself as he rubs the place he smacked, soothing the sting.
It’s wrong. It should be wrong. Then why — why did something in my gut flutter like a firework being lit?
My breath’s gone and my whole body feels rebooted by a surge of electricity.
“You liked that, didn’t you?”
His hand leaves my skin and my core tightens in anticipation. Smack. I gasp again, hands clawing at the smooth marble. His palm soothes the sting, fingers spreading across my bum.
“This one’s for giving me a list of conditions.”
I open my mouth to say something smart, but another smack lands on the other cheek and my words dissolve into a cry. “For walking around my house in a towel that first day.” His hand rubs slow circles over the heat he just left behind. “For having your pretty tits out in front of my gardener.”
Oh god. Smack. I yelp, feeling arousal spread down my thighs until they rub together. He doesn’t soothe this one right away. He waits and lets the sensation linger.
My entire body is buzzing. My brain says it should be too much, but my body’s begging for more.
“And this,” he snarls, pulling my hips back a little, tilting me to the perfect angle, “is for going to the club. And flirting with another man.” SMACK! The loudest one yet. I yelp but it sounds more like a moan as the sting spreads from my butt to my throbbing clit.
He doesn’t ease the sting this time. Instead, his hand grabs and squeezes the spot he just punished. The sensation is maddening. My skin’s on fire and somehow it makes the ache between my legs worse.
I hear the sound he makes when his fingers slip between my thighs.
I choke on a moan, biting down on my lip.
I glance back at him, eyes half-lidded. He leans in, chest flush against my back, and gives me a slow kiss.
My lips part on instinct and I feel the tip of his wet tongue glide against mine before he abruptly pulls away.
“Should I check how much you liked it?”
My teeth sink into my lower lip, thighs trembling. He gives a wolfish grin and slides my panties to the side. I immediately feel the air hit my pussy.
“Fuck, look at this,” he groans. “All because I put you in your place.” He runs a finger down my slit, spreading my arousal.
I gasp, heat flooding my cheeks and pleasure flooding everywhere else. I should be embarrassed. I should feel dirty. Instead, I feel alive.
His finger leaves me and I hear a low, heavy thud behind me. I glance over my shoulder, confused. My heart leaps to my throat. Dom is on his knees. His dark eyes are locked between my thighs with hunger as he holds my legs apart.
“What are you—” I try to ask, but I barely get the words out. His hands clamp harder on my thighs. He yanks me back toward him, right onto his face.
“Oh my God!” My hands fly to the counter as his mouth drags over me, wet and hungry. His tongue licks a stripe straight up my center, and I nearly collapse.
He groans into me and the vibrations send another shockwave. Almost my entire weight is on his face now, my legs unable to hold me upright.
“Dom!” I gasp, eyes rolling back.
He tightens his grip, pulling me lower, closer, until I’m sitting on his face, like he’s another barstool in this kitchen.
My knees shake, arms trembling to hold myself up.
His mouth moves like a man starved, tongue circling my clit before dropping lower, stubble scraping just enough to drive me crazy.
“Fuck,” I whimper. “Dom, I…”
He groans into me and lifts me just enough to take a breath. “Look at you,” he murmurs darkly. “Making a mess all over my fucking face. ”
He sucks my clit between his lips and flicks his tongue across it.
“God!” I choke out.
His hands spread me wide, holding me open while he flicks his tongue exactly where I need it. Over and over, relentless and wicked, until I’m shaking so hard I’m not sure I’ll survive it.
“That’s it.” His voice is like gravel as his tongue brings me closer. “Be a good fucking girl and come on my face.”
I already feel the tight ball in my core, ready to explode. When his hand lands on my ass again with his tongue assaulting my clit, I shatter.
My mouth opens in a silent scream that seems to last forever before I finally suck in air and release it as a cry that rips from my throat.
Heat explodes through me. He keeps going, as if devouring my pleasure.
I’m still trembling when he pulls his mouth away. I barely have time to breathe before his hands are on my waist again, hauling me upright.
My legs wobble but he keeps me steady, slowly rising back to his full, intimidating height. His hand slides up to my face and with a gentle squeeze of my cheeks, my lips part for him.
“Taste it,” he whispers before bending down to kiss my open mouth, tongue sliding deep inside. And taste it — me, all over his wet lips and slick tongue.
My eyes flutter shut as a whiny sound slips out. He growls into the kiss, bites my bottom lip, then pulls back.
“I like you on your knees,” I murmur, craning my neck to look up at him.
“Do you now?”
I nod, still dazed.
“You can have me on my knees anytime,” he adds. “Anywhere.”
He turns me back against the counter and nudges my legs apart.
I hear the low zip of his fly, when I look, my breath catches.
He’s behind me, his hard cock in hand, dragging his fist slowly from base to tip, eyes locked on mine.
Watching him touch himself steals my breath, and I let out an absentminded moan.
My head drops to the cool marble, and his hand threads through my hair.
He grips at the base and lifts my chin until my gaze meets the floor-to-ceiling windows across the living room.
It’s dark outside, but inside my reflection is sharp: me bent over, Dom towering behind, his cock pressed to the sensitive flesh of my ass.
“Look at yourself,” he murmurs.
His cock slides against my pussy, gliding through the wet mess between my thighs. “Feel what you do to me?” he whispers, grinding.
“You’re going to watch every fucking second of what I do to you, Jessica.”
He cages me with both hands on my hips. “I want you to see how beautiful you are when you’re being fucked.
” His cock drags over my lips and begins stroking my clit in fast, hard motions.
My mouth drops open in a silent moan at the wet, slick sensation.
He lowers his cock to my entrance, instead of pushing in, circles the tip slow and lazy, letting the ache build.
“Dom,” I gasp, back arching. “Please!”
“Mmm,” he hums, trailing his mouth along my neck, licking the last trace of whipped cream. “Patience, pretty girl. I’m enjoying the view.”
I whimper, shifting my hips, trying to take him in .
“Alright then,” he growls, pinning me still with one big hand on my hip. “Have it your way.”
Then, finally, he pushes in. Just the tip. My reflection blurs as my eyes roll back.
“Fuck,” he hisses, voice breaking.
He presses slowly, inch by inch, stretching me open. I press my forehead to the cool marble, breath coming out in shaky moans.
“Eyes up,” he commands. “I want you watching.”
I lift my gaze and meet my own reflection again. Behind me, Dominic’s jaw is clenched with restraint as he sinks deeper.
“See how pretty you look when I stretch you out?” he pants. “How perfectly I fit inside your little cunt?”
He gives a final thrust, burying himself to the hilt and my mouth automatically opens to let a cry out. The cry is cut off by two of his fingers that slide into my mouth.
“Here,” he murmurs and thrusts again. “Keep that bratty mouth full too.”
He presses them deeper, pumping them in and out to the same rhythm as his cock — matching tempo, matching filth .