Chapter 20 Dominic #3
I feel the effect my words have on her—the rush of fresh heat that covers me down to my balls, the vise grip of her inner walls. I groan and move my hands to her hips, gripping her so hard that I feel her skin dimpling beneath my fingertips. “Fuck me, Briar.”
I’m the one begging now as I try to guide her.
She lifts her hips slowly, then lowers back down, testing herself .
. . or testing me? I groan in pained pleasure and watch her eyes dilate.
There it is—the moment she realizes the power she wields over me.
Her hands find my chest, one planted right over the commemorative tattoo of the Cup in a hawk’s claw and the other over my heart, and she begins to move her pussy up and down my cock more confidently.
And that’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I fight to keep my eyes open, wanting to witness this transformation of Briar as she discovers what she’s capable of, explores the command she holds, and finally—finally!—takes for herself with no regard for selflessness.
She rises, sitting tall as she rides me, and I lick my thumb, coating it in saliva. Slipping it between us, I flick it over her clit as she impales herself on my cock.
“Oh!” she cries out, her head falling back. I let my eyes drop to her breasts, which are bouncing with every thrust . . . her stomach, clenching with pleasure . . . to the point where we’re joined.
“Fuck, Briar. I’m gonna come. Where do you .
. . where?” I want to give her a choice, even though the thought of filling her with my cum sends me dangerously closer to the edge.
I want to paint her insides with it. I want it to leak out of her later, marking her thighs and reminding her of what we’ve done.
I might be evolved, but I’m still a caveman at my core.
“Do it,” she gasps, her movements never pausing. “Please.”
I roar, snatching her from over me and pulling her against my chest, stilling her with my arms wrapped around her like vises. I thrust into her, I grunt into her hair, I feel her pussy milking me, and I don’t stop.
I might never stop.
My cock jerks, hot cum spilling forth as blackness and stars overtake my vision.
I keep fucking her even as my cock softens, as cum leaks out over me because Briar is making these hot, needy sounds like she’s close again.
Wanting to give that to her, I force myself to pull out and toss her back to the bed.
I follow her, shoving my fingers inside her and thrusting them in, over and over again as I cover her mouth with mine, swallowing those sexy noises.
I won’t deny that the idea that I’m pushing my own cum back into her, filling her with it again, forcing it back inside her body is Neanderthal-esque. But I can’t care right now. All I care about is Briar coming one more time.
Her pleasure.
Her needs.
Her wants.
Her.
“You look so fucking pretty right now,” I murmur.
“Eyes wild, cheeks pink, pussy covered with our cum.” Her eyes jerk to mine, her mouth falling open like she’s going to argue.
Or maybe like no one has ever spoken to her like that.
I pet that spot again, more intensely as I say firmly, “So fucking pretty, Briar.”
And she shatters again, her whole body contracting and spasming as she calls out my name.
And it is, indeed, the prettiest I’ve ever seen her.
Crickets are chirping in the dark outside, but here in Briar’s bed, it’s amazingly quiet. Even her loud thoughts are quiet as we lay together, our legs entwined.
“Are we going to do your cricket thing?” I murmur as I twirl a piece of her hair around my fingertips.
She lifts up, confusion-filled eyes finding me. “How do you know about that?”
Grinning, I admit, “Harley showed me. It’s a good bedtime routine.”
Her smile is sweet but hesitant. “You don’t think it’s silly?”
I shrug. “Maybe being silly is what makes it great. Close your eyes and count with me,” I tell her, pulling her back down to settle against my chest.
“One, two, three . . .”
We count together and I wait for her to go first. “The best part of my day was raising money for the zoo and Hadiah getting such a perfect name.” I feel her cheek lift against my chest as she smiles.
Nodding, I agree, “That’s a good one.”
“Let me guess, your best part is the sex,” she jokes. But there’s a question threaded through the teasing words. A reassurance she needs but doesn’t want to admit to.
“Sex with you was amazing, but the best part of my day is this right here, lying with you in my arms. This is the best.” I press a tender kiss to her forehead.
“Not sure what that says about my sex skills,” she grumbles, not sounding too disappointed in my words.
I chuckle. “No worries there. You’re good. Fucking phenomenal there, Briar. But the why, and the now? Those are even better.”
She cuddles into me a bit more. Even after everything, after making me see stars and coming twice, she’s not fully convinced that she’s enough. I hate that her past demons haunt her.
But I’m going to take particular pleasure in destroying every single one of them, until she knows without a doubt just how amazing she is.