Chapter 39 #2
I decided the second I called Romeo earlier, that I was all fucking in, and I am. I’m going to grab hold of this woman and keep her for as long as she’ll have me. I can only hope that’s forever, because I couldn’t deal with anything less.
“Turn around,” I command, but it comes out more like a growl.
My hands flex at my sides as I watch her obey. There are so many things I’ve dreamed of doing to her that I don’t even know where to start.
“Cupcake,” I breathe as I reach out to greedily palm her exposed arse cheeks. What I really want to do is lean down and bite them, but after the marks I inadvertently left on her yesterday, I don’t trust myself.
The thong she’s wearing has a tiny bow at the top, right by her tailbone, and damn, she’s red hot.
“Dominic,” she whimpers, tilting her head back so far her long golden locks brush against my hand, sending a shiver straight through me.
My hands move to her hips, and the tips of my fingers dig into her soft flesh as I guide her forward until we reach the edge of the sofa.
“Bend over for me, mia tortina.”
A growl rumbles in the back of my throat the second she obeys. Every instinct screams at me to pull out my phone and capture this, to obsess over it like I do her, but I somehow hold back.
This is just the beginning of us, and I need to lead her into my depravity gently. I can’t scare her off before things have even started.
My eyes are focused on her arse, and before I can think it through, my palm slaps against her skin.
“Ouch,” she squeaks, and for a second I think I’ve fucked up, but when she glances at me over her shoulder and smiles, I know I haven’t.
“You’ve been a bad, bad girl, cupcake,” I say, leaning forward to run my flattened tongue along the length of her spine.
“So bad,” she pants.
“Should I smack that sweet arse again?”
“P-please.”
Jesus, fuck, this woman.
I reach down and squeeze my cock in an attempt to relieve the ache, while my other hand cuts through the air and lands against her skin again.
The sound is sharp, echoing through the still house. Her cheek is flushed from my touch, and unlike last night, the sight of it doesn’t turn my stomach. She explicitly said she wants this.
I rub the affected area before my fingers delve under the elastic of her underwear. As soon as I feel how wet she is for me, I know without a doubt my dirty girl likes to be spanked.
She widens her stance, arches her back, and pushes her arse into my touch the second I sink a digit knuckle deep inside her warm, snug cunt.
“D-Dominic,” she moans as she bucks her hips, fucking my finger. I almost blow my load here and now.
I continue working her over as my other hand fists her long hair, tugging back her head. “I’m going to fuck you hard and fast, right here, mia tortina. And when I’m done, I’m going to take you to my bed and worship every delicious inch of you.”
“God, yes,” she breathes.
I want to tear off my clothes and press my bare skin to hers, but there’s no time for that.
I shove my hand into my pocket, retrieve my wallet, pluck out a condom, and grip the foil packet between my teeth.
Dropping my wallet to the floor, my fingers fumble as I reach for the waistband of my trousers and pop the button.
As soon as I’ve dragged down the zip and free my cock, I remove my soaked finger from her, tear open the condom packet, and roll it down my dick.
Sex has always been a means to an end for me, a release and nothing more. But the thought of sinking into this woman fills me with trepidation.
As much as I’ve tried to deny it, I did my nuts for Emily Ashford a long time ago. Now that I’m about to finally claim her as my own, all I can think about is how fast this could fall apart. Nothing I’ve ever had sticks. Everyone I’ve ever held close finds a way to leave.
I close my eyes, grit my teeth, and push all those doubts from my mind. If I back out now, I’ll definitely lose her for good, and I can’t let that happen.
I stroke my cock a few times as I move her underwear to the side and glide the tip through her slick heat.
My hand slightly trembles as I do. I don’t know if she can sense my unease, but she glances at me over her shoulder, giving me that soft, sweet smile, the one that seems to get past every wall I’ve ever built.
“I need you,” she whispers.
Those words land hard and sink deep. They hit the parts of me that have been empty too damn long, every piece of me that’s learned not to expect anything from anyone.
I feel it in my bones. I need her to need me enough to stay. Enough not to walk when things turn ugly. To need me enough that, for once in my life, I’m not the one left standing here alone.
“I need you too, Em,” I admit as I push the crown of my cock inside her.
“Yes,” she whimpers.
“Fuck,” I retort.
She’s squeezing me like a vice. My balls are already tightening, and I’m not even fully inside her yet. My heart hammers in my chest as I pause for a moment, trying to calm the fuck down. I tilt my head back, roll my bottom lip between my teeth, and grip her hips as I thrust forward, bottoming out.
I’m balls deep, but I find myself stalling again, giving her time to adjust to my size and letting it sink in. I’m now inside a woman that I’ve been obsessed with for far too long. A woman I care for.
Finally, I allow myself to accept this. Despite thinking she’s out of my league, I was wrong; she’s actually within my reach.
I can’t even put these feelings into words.
“Fuck me, Dom,” she says, drawing my attention back to her.
She doesn’t need to ask me twice. I slap my hand against her arse, earning another delicious moan as I draw back, then slam straight back in.
“You like that, don’t you, dirty girl?” I growl as I begin to move in short, hard, languid strokes, trying to make this last as long as I can.
“Don’t stop,” she pleads.
I have no plans to stop.
I’m going to be buried inside her all fucking night. I’m going to take my time, make Emily feel every inch of me, and I’m not stopping until she knows she’s mine in a way no one else ever will be.
“You feel so good, Em.”
Too fucking good.
I want to ruin her for other men, but she’s destroyed me in turn.
Every thought, every part I fought so hard to protect, is hers.
I’ll never stop wanting her … wanting this.
And I’ll crush any motherfucker who dares try to take her from me.
I’ll destroy my-fucking-self if it means I get to keep her.
I’m slamming into her now. The room is filled with the sounds of our bodies slapping together, my feral grunts, and those sweet little moans of hers.
My hand moves around the front of her, circling her clit. I’m not going to last much longer, and I need her to come before I blow.
“Come for me, babe,” I command as she pushes her arse so far into me that it squishes my balls.
“I’m … I’m … oh God,” she screams.
“That’s not my name,” I growl.
“D-D-Dominic,” she stammers.
“Say my name again.”
“Dominic … yes, Dominic.”
“Fuck, Em. Fuck!” I roar as her inner muscles clench so tight around my cock it milks me of my own orgasm.
Pushing through the resistance, I jerk my hips until I’m buried to the hilt, and I lose more than my load. I lose my damn heart right along with it.