Chapter 12
CHAPTER TWELVE
corinne
I’m still reeling from the orgasm Dom just dominated my body with.
Never in my life have I ever experienced anything that hot.
In front of the mirror, watching him watch me, it’s a moment I’ll never forget, and his promise about taking me against it, I want it.
God, I want it all, with him. I’m well aware that I gave in probably entirely too fast when it comes to Dominic Mercer, but you try and live with him for twenty-four hours, then come talk to me.
Dom’s grip loosens even though I’m still trembling. The aftershock of my epic orgasm vibrates through my nerve endings, but the sight of him in the mirror, fully clothed, breathing hard, his gaze dark and predatory, sparks a new, feral hunger deep within my chest.
I don’t want to be the only one undone.
Before he can utter a single word, I drop to my knees on the marble floor.
The shift is instantaneous. The air in the room amplifies when I look up at him from below.
His jaw tightens, the muscle ticking under his skin, and his chest rises and falls with each rugged breath.
I don’t hesitate. My hands still slick from sweat fly to the waistband of his dress pants.
I’m frantic, driven by the sudden desperation to give him a piece of the pleasure he gave me.
I claw at this expensive leather belt, my nails scraping against the metal buckle in my rush.
The clinking carries throughout the room.
Dom lets out a low warning hiss through his teeth.
He doesn’t stop me, though, more like his body freezes above me.
Dom Mercer is holding himself back. For me.
I yank the leather strap through the belt loops, tossing it aside before my fingers find the button of his pants.
It pops open with a satisfying snap. All that’s left is the zipper, and with the luck I’m having today, I swear if his gets stuck, I may very well cry.
The harsh slide of the metal teeth sounds like a countdown when I pull it down.
The backs of my hand brush against the straining fabric of his dark boxer briefs, feeling the heat from his heavy length.
Dom’s hands descend, no longer at his sides but fisting my hair that’s come undone from the updo I put it in earlier tonight. He doesn’t pull, his grip is firm and forcing me to tilt my face to meet his gaze. His eyes are nearly black, irises swallowed by his pupils.
“Are you sure?” His whispered voice is laden with rawness.
He’s on his last thread of holding himself back.
“Look at me. If you do this, I’m not stopping.
” I don’t say a word. They seem useless, a clumsy tool compared to going after what I want.
I let my actions speak louder, sliding my hand inside the opening of his boxers.
My palm cups his cock, fingers wrapping around his thick, pulsing length, and the guttural groan coming from the back of his throat spurs me on.
I free his cock from his boxers and come face to face with what can only be described as magnificent.
Full, heavy, and long.
A single bead of precum glistens at the tip, and, keeping my eyes locked on his, I lean forward. My breath fans across his sensitive skin. He works on taking his jacket off before doing the same with his button-down and undershirt. When he’s nearly naked, I see his muscles spasm.
I go at him without a hint of hesitation, parting my lips and taking the head of his cock into my mouth.
Dom’s growls, his fingers tightening in my hair.
His hips twitch forward, and it’s clear as day that I’m not the one in charge.
I close my lips around him tightly, swirling my tongue around the crown, tasting the salt and scent of his desire.
I begin to slide my mouth lower, engulfing as much of his length as I can manage.
“More,” Dom strains. I go deeper, my throat squeezing around him in a tight velvet vice.
Every slide of my lips, every deliberate suction of my mouth, and every time I roll his balls in the palm of my hands pulls out another seductive noise from his chest. “God, so perfect. So tight.” He tosses his head back, eyes closing for the barest of seconds as his chest heaves.
His hands in my hair become a guide as he rocks his hips back and forth, going deeper, pushing me past my limits, and I have to steady my breathing and open my throat wider.
Our side profile in the mirror shows my bare body, on my knees, completely surrendering to the billionaire alpha, who’s tall, dark, and imposing above me.
I look up through my eyelashes, watching his face. His features are tense with a mixture of agony and ecstasy. Every time I use my tongue to stroke the sensitive underside of his cock, his grip in my hair tightens and his body ripples from the pleasure I’m inflicting on him.
“Hold on,” he utters, his voice nearly broken, a desperate command all the same.
“Hold on, sweetheart, I’m going to...” he warns me.
I don’t pull away. I hum against him in answer, the low vibration furthering the sensations he’s feeling.
I suck him harder, using my other hand to grip him firmly at the base, twisting while bobbing up and down.
That’s his breaking point. Dom stiffens, holding the back of my head as a violent shudder rips through his massive frame.
He comes in my mouth, hot and thick, hips bucking softly as I greedily swallow every ounce he has to give me.
And even when he’s finished, I keep him in my mouth, lightly sucking on the head of his cock and waiting to see what happens next.