Chapter Seven
Dominic:
I don’t think I’ve ever driven this recklessly before.
I’m not normally the kind of guy to put people in danger, but right now, all that matters is getting Evie home with me.
Fuck, she’s gorgeous. And so goddamn sexy.
Her sweet moans still echo in my mind. Her taste still lingers on my lips. And I need more. So much more.
We barely speak as I drive. I can sense her nervousness, but the way she looks at me when I glance over, her gaze full of need and lust, tells me all I need to know. She wants this just as badly as I do.
When we arrive at my building, I park and get out, barely taking the time to close the door. She does the same, hurrying after me as I stride towards the entrance.
The security guard, Frank, gives us both a curious look. I rarely have guests, and I can only imagine what he’s thinking. But it’s not the time to worry about appearances.
I lead Evie straight to the private elevator, swiping my card and pressing the button for the penthouse. As the doors close, I can’t resist stepping closer, pinning her against the wall with my body.
My mouth is on hers in an instant, kissing her deeply, hungrily. The taste of her is intoxicating, and the little moans that escape her are like music to my ears. I swallow every single one of them because, just like the rest of her, they belong to me. And me alone.
“Dominic,” she whispers, her eyes fluttering shut as I kiss her neck.
“I need you, Evie,” I growl. “I need to make you mine. Right fucking now.”
She nods, her hand wrapping around the back of my neck, pulling me closer.
The elevator dings as it reaches the penthouse, and the doors open. But neither of us moves. We’re too caught up in each other.
After a moment, though, I force myself to pull away, taking her hand and leading her into the penthouse.
I don’t give her the chance to take it in. The place is fucking massive, with an open-plan living space, a modern kitchen, and a view of the city that is breathtaking. But all that matters right now is the king-sized bed waiting in the master bedroom.
I tug her down the hall, pushing the door open and guiding her inside.
“You’re sure, Evie?” I ask, giving her a chance to change her mind. “This is your chance to walk away if you want to.”
It would fucking kill me to watch her walk away right now, but I’m not a monster. I don’t want to force her into anything. I want her to need all the filthy things I’m about to do to her just as much as I do.
“I’m sure,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper.
Relief floods through me, and I claim her mouth once more, backing her up until the backs of her legs hit the edge of the bed.
Gently, I push her down, climbing on top of her and pressing her body into the mattress.
Her hands claw at my suit jacket, trying to get it off me. She’s impatient, and I love it.
I break the kiss, pulling back and quickly discarding my jacket, followed by my shirt. She watches, her eyes wide and hungry.
“Take off your clothes, Evie,” I growl. “I need to see every inch of your beautiful body.”
She doesn’t hesitate, scrambling to her feet and hastily removing her dress. My cock twitches at the sight of her creamy white skin and her lacy bra and panties. Fuck, she’s gorgeous.
“Keep going,” I groan, unzipping my pants and tugging them off.
She reaches behind her, unhooking her bra and letting it fall to the floor, exposing her perfect breasts.
Her hands move down, slipping her panties off. They pool around her ankles, and she steps out of them, leaving her completely bare.
“Fuck, doll,” I murmur. “You’re so goddamn perfect.”
She blushes, her cheeks turning the most delicious shade of pink.
I can’t wait any longer.
With a low growl, I move closer, pulling her into my arms and kissing her deeply. Her soft, naked body presses against mine, and the feeling is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.
Her small, perky tits are crushed against my hard chest, and her skin is so fucking soft. Her body feels good, her curves molding to the hard planes of my own body.
I push her down onto the bed, crawling on top of her and grinding my aching cock against her soaked pussy.
“Dominic,” she gasps, her fingernails digging into my shoulders.
“I can’t wait, doll,” I groan, rocking against her. “I need to take you. To make you mine. Do you want that, Evie? Do you want me to take your virginity and fill your tight little pussy with my cum?”
“Yes,” she cries. “Please, Dominic. Please...”
I capture her mouth in another deep kiss, swallowing her desperate little moans as I continue grinding against her. My cock is leaking precum, coating her slit and making her even wetter.
Finally, I can’t take it anymore.
Breaking the kiss, I reach down, positioning the swollen head of my cock at her entrance.
“You ready, doll?”
She nods, her eyes locked on mine.
Slowly, carefully, I push inside her. She’s so fucking tight. Her pussy walls grip my cock, squeezing me almost painfully as I stretch her open.
“Oh, god,” she moans, her nails scratching down my back. “Oh, Dominic, you’re so big...”
“You’re doing so good, Evie,” I praise her, pushing deeper into her tight channel. “Fuck, your pussy is so perfect. So goddamn tight.”
Her breath hitches as I bury myself to the hilt, her hips lifting off the bed as she tries to take all of me.
“Fuck, you feel good,” I groan, dropping my head and pressing my face against the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent. “You okay, doll?”
“Yes,” she gasps. “Oh, god, yes.”
Her pussy clenches around me, and I grunt, struggling to keep control. She’s so fucking tight, and my cock is throbbing with the need to fill her up.
Slowly, I start to thrust, easing in and out of her tight channel.
“Oh, fuck,” she whimpers.
“You like that, Evie?”
“Yes. Oh, god, yes. It feels so good, Dominic.”
Her words make my blood burn with desire. Hearing how much she’s enjoying this is almost enough to push me over the edge.
I start fucking her harder, plunging in and out of her, filling her up over and over again.
“Oh, fuck, you’re so tight,” I groan. “Your sweet little pussy feels so good, doll. So perfect.”
Her fingernails dig into my shoulders as she holds onto me, her breath coming in sharp gasps.
“Dominic,” she moans, her hips lifting up off the bed, meeting my every thrust.
“I’m not gonna last much longer, Evie,” I growl, picking up speed. “I need to fill your pussy with my cum. I need to knock you up and make you mine.”
“Yes,” she cries.
Her pussy is clenching around me, and I can tell she’s close.
I’m not going to be able to hold back much longer.
My balls are heavy with cum, and the need to fill her up, to claim her completely, is overwhelming.
So I shift all my weight onto one elbow so I can reach between our bodies with my free hand.
My fingers find her clit, the little bud slippery with her juices.
I stroke her, rubbing slow circles around her clit as I keep thrusting into her tight channel.
“Come for me, doll,” I growl. “Squeeze my cock with your perfect little pussy and make me come inside you.”
“Oh, god, yes,” she cries, her back arching as her whole body trembles with pleasure. “Dominic, please... Oh, god, please...”
“Come for me, doll,” I command, my fingers working her clit furiously.
“Oh, fuck,” she gasps.
“That’s it,” I growl, my cock throbbing inside her. “Let go, Evie. Give in to the pleasure.”
She lets out a broken cry, her entire body tensing up as her climax hits her.
Her pussy clamps down on my cock, her inner walls gripping me tightly as she comes apart.
And I can’t hold back anymore.
“Oh, god, yes,” I growl, my thrusts growing erratic as my orgasm crashes over me.
My cock pulses, filling her up with a thick load of cum. The feel of her hot, wet pussy clenching around me, milking me dry, is incredible. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt.
She’s mine. Completely and utterly mine.
I can feel her trembling beneath me, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
“Shhh,” I murmur, dropping my head and pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. “I’ve got you, Evie.”
She sighs, her eyes fluttering shut, and I wrap my arms around her, holding her close.
“You were incredible,” I murmur, nuzzling her neck.
She blushes, her eyelashes fluttering against her cheeks.
“Was it... was it okay for you?” she asks, her voice so quiet I can barely hear her.
“More than okay, Evie,” I reply, kissing her softly. “It was perfect. You’re perfect.”
She nods, her body tensing as she sits up in bed, pulling herself out of my arms.
“Are you alright?” I ask, propping myself up on one elbow, looking at her intently.
She won’t meet my gaze.
“Evie?”
She gets out of bed, moving quickly.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, starting to get out of bed as well.
“Nothing,” she replies, not turning around.
She grabs her panties from the floor and begins pulling them on.
“Evie,” I say, keeping my voice steady. “Tell me what’s wrong.”
“It’s nothing,” she says again, reaching for her dress and pulling it on over her head. Her bra still lies discarded on my bedroom floor in her rush to leave.
“Bullshit,” I say. “If it was nothing, you wouldn’t be trying to run away.”
“I’m not...” she starts, but cuts herself off, clearly realizing that’s exactly what she’s trying to do. “Look, this has all happened really quickly and... and I just need a bit of time alone to process all of this. I’m sorry.”
I let out a frustrated sigh, dragging a hand through my hair.
“Alright,” I agree, even though the thought of her walking away right now makes me want to break something. “I can give you some time.”
“Thank you,” she murmurs, finally turning to face me. Her cheeks are flushed, and she looks like she’s about to cry.
“But, Evie?” I say.
“Yeah?”
“We’re not finished here. Not by a long shot. You’re mine now. And I’m not going to let you go. Ever.”
Her cheeks flush even brighter, and she nods, chewing on her bottom lip.
“I’ll be waiting, doll. Whenever you’re ready.”
She gives me a shy smile before turning and hurrying out of the room.
I collapse back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling.
Fuck. What the hell just happened?
It felt so right. So good. But if Evie’s reaction is any indication, she’s not ready to acknowledge what we have. Not yet, anyway.
But I’ll do whatever it takes to prove to her that she belongs with me.