19. June #5
He presses his lips to mine, parting them with his tongue. He pushes into my already soaked entrance and grins when I tighten around him. His cock pulses against my back as he keeps guiding his fingers in and out of my pussy and applying pressure to my clit.
He kisses me deeper, and without so much as a thought, my orgasm builds once again. My nipples grow hard under the flicker of water, and Dom fingers my eager hole until I climax around him and pant into his mouth.
“Fucking Christ.” I whimper, my body shaking under his authority.
Dom leaves a gentle kiss on my lips and removes his fingers to bring them up to his mouth. He dips them in and sucks my juices off of him. “You taste heavenly.”
I scoot away from his chest and back myself into the wall. "All-you-can-eat buffet." I spread my legs toward him. Just when I think I've had enough, I'm filled with an endless desire that is impossible to satiate.
And thankfully, Dom is ready and willing to give me as much as I can take.
His libido is off the charts, and it makes me wonder what his sex life was like before we met each other.
I don’t want to think about him being with other women, but how the hell did he satisfy all of his carnal desires prior to me?
Priscilla made it seem like Dom had never brought a female here, so at least there’s that. This special spot was never tainted by him bringing someone else to this romantic place, Magnus and Coen, but not a woman.
Dom inches toward me and runs his beard from my ankle to the center of my body.
He hovers his face near my pussy and darts out his tongue to slide it teasingly over my folds.
He wraps his lips around my still-aching clit and dips his tongue into my hole.
Dom buries himself in me and uses his arms to wrap around my legs and maintain a hold as he consumes his appetizer.
He mentioned dinner, but maybe this is just his first course.
We’ve already fucked countless times since being here, but what’s one more?
My pussy is raw from him relentlessly pounding it, but somehow it isn’t fully satisfied.
Dom licks and sucks on every inch of my sensitive bits and moans against me. Deep, guttural, and immediately sends shockwaves through my body.
I latch onto his hair and guide him closer, submerging his face even more. It’s a wonder he can still fucking breathe. But I wouldn’t put it past him to not give a fuck if he lives or dies down there.
“June,” he mutters and breaks away to glance up at me. “Can you handle me again?” He glides a finger into my hole and gently rocks it in and out. “You’re so swollen already. I don’t want to hurt you anymore.”
“Don’t worry about me.” I find the strength to bring myself to my knees and nudge him backward. I climb onto his lap and cup my hand around his shaft, rubbing it against my aching pussy.
“Are you sure?” He drags the wet hair from my cheek.
I sit down on his cock and lean back. "I'm sure."
Dom pinches both of my nipples between his fingers before gliding his hands down and gripping my waist. He pivots his hips up and down and hardens fully inside of me. He watches me intensely, his eyes leaving a burning trail in their wake. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
I drag my fingers through his hair and settle them at the base of his neck. I lean down and whisper into his ear, “Fuck me like a good girl.”
Dom’s grip on me tightens and he weaves a hand up to press on the back of my head.
He meets my lips with his, an intensity to him that wasn’t there a moment ago.
Before, he was taking it easy on me, but now, with my permission, he unleashes his true nature.
One that I never wish for him to restrain.
Dom manages to wrap his arm around my waist and pick me up from the ground while rising to his feet. He pins me against the wall and thrusts into me, not holding back at all.
I keep myself tight around his neck and take every inch of him that he gives me.
“You take me like such a good girl, June.” Dom thrusts in me harder. “I’m going to destroy your little pussy.”
“Yeah?” I moan through the blissful pain of his cock spreading me wider.
Dom isn’t just long, he’s fucking girthy, too, and my pussy loves every bit of his thick and juicy shaft.
“God damn you’re so tight around me.” Dom holds me close to him and buries himself deep inside of me.
“That’s it, right there,” I tell him. “Fuck. Don’t stop.”
We come in tandem and stay glued together until our breaths grow more consistent.
I exhale and lean my head on his shoulder. “What are you wearing?”
He peels himself away. “Right now? You.”
I give him a quick peck. “No, I mean to dinner.”
“My William Westmancott suit.”
“Only your suit would have a first and last name.”
Dom slides out of me and sets me down on the tiled shower floor. "I didn't name my suit. That’s the designer.”
“Oh.” I laugh. “That makes more sense.” I step into the water that still runs warm and wonder how fancy their hot water tank must be for it to not have lost its heat.
“Don’t worry.” Dom rinses himself off for what might actually be the final time. Each other instance led to us having sex again. “I had something flown in for you.”
I raise a brow at him. “What does that even mean?”
He kisses me before stepping out of the shower and leaving me to finish up in privacy. “It means that I think of everything.”
I turn off the faucet and I’m welcomed by my strong man holding out a towel waiting for me. He rubs it over my body to soak up the droplets littering my skin and then wraps it around me.
“I brought a dress with me,” I tell him.
“Yeah, but you needed a new one.”
“I only wore the other one once.”
“Then it’s old.” Dom cups my chin in his hand. “You deserve the best of the best. Let me spoil you.”
And spoil me he does. All of the guys do—even Simon.
I haven’t paid for anything—other than an occasional meal I’ve had to sneak to pay for—since I stepped into their lives.
But they learned about my sneaky nature and started taking care of the tab almost immediately and ridding me of any chance to use the money I actually earn.
It isn’t much, but it’s mine. About a week after the council incident, Dom strolled into my bedroom and placed a black American Express card on my nightstand.
Told me that when I was better, I could buy whatever I wanted, and insisted that any of my purchases either be made with that or the cash they give me, if they haven’t already taken care of it themselves.
Not only do they insist on paying, but they ensure I have top shelf, the newest, and the highest quality, no matter what it is.
They have access to anything I could possibly want, but at the end of the day, the only thing that really matters to me is them. And that’s been the hardest thing for me to get. Honestly, I think asking for a house in Spain might be an easier sell.
Dom leaves me in the bathroom to towel dry my hair and apply some lotion. I follow him into the main room a few minutes later to find him buttoning up his shirt. My gaze flits from him to the long dress dangling from a hanger in the open closet across the way.
“What do you think?” Dom asks me.
I slowly walk toward it and gawk at how fucking gorgeous it is. Every other dress I own is beautiful in its own way, but this is so pretty it makes my heart hurt.
“I sent your measurements off a while back to have a bespoke Givenchy made, but I called in some favors to have it expedited for tonight.”
“Dom.” I clasp my hand over my heart and turn toward him.
“I love it.” My eyes glisten with the thoughtfulness of his gesture.
He wanted this evening to be special, and damn if he didn’t pull it off.
He might be massively fucking things up lately but he wouldn’t have gone through all of this trouble if we didn’t matter to him. If I didn’t matter to him.
“Fit for a queen.” Dominic tucks a strand of my wet hair behind my ear.
“I love you,” I tell him. Not because of the dress. Not because of this trip. But because he carved time out of his chaotic schedule to finally give me exactly what I wanted. What I needed.
What I think he needed, too.
And more importantly, he gave me something without even realizing it.
Hope.
Hope that we might actually make it out of this nightmare together.