Chapter 13
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
corinne
“I’m not done with you yet,” Dom mutters, remaining frozen for a long moment, fingers loosely tangled in my hair while he’s trying to regain a semblance of control.
I stay on my knees, shifting to rest my thigh on the floor and pressing my cheek into his thigh.
Sadly, I lose his cock from my mouth when I move around.
“Dom!” He reaches down, cupping his hands beneath my arms, and lifts me effortlessly.
My legs are week, still trembling from my climax and making Dom come in my mouth.
I wrap myself around him as he sheds the remainder of his clothes.
I cling to him like a lifeline. My bare skin presses against his chest, my arms lock behind his neck, and he securely hods me with one arm locked beneath my ass, using his free hand to run his fingers up and down my back.
“Not even close,” he murmurs into my hair.
My lips run along the skin of his neck, dragging my tongue up and feeling him defy exhaustion.
Each shift of his weight with every step he takes makes the underside of his length graze my sensitive center.
I gasp, a sharp, helpless sound against the column of his throat.
Dom is searing hot, cock slick from the friction of him sliding against the lips of my pussy.
It sends a shock of pure desire straight to my core.
“Please.” We don’t make it to the bedroom.
He carries me into the center of the room.
The walk-in closet is massive, the space lined with rows of dark wood cabinetry, custom shelving, and the lighting is utter perfection when it comes to getting dressed.
He brings to me to edge of the island with a deliberate, agonizingly slow movement, lowering my bare ass to the cold marble surface.
A shiver runs up my spine as my heated skin collides with the stone.
Dom instantly notices my shudder and leans into me, pinning me to the ledge with the weight of his upper body.
His hands cup the flanks of my hips, and he leans down until his nose brushes against mine, dark eyes boring deep into my soul.
“This is your last chance,” he rasps, his voice cutting through the stillness of the closet, thumbs stroking over the curve of my hips, pressing firmly each time they slip deeper between the V of my legs. “If you want me to slow down, now is the time to tell me to stop, sweetheart.”
“That’s the last thing I want.” His mere suggestion makes me ache in my lower abdomen.
I look at him, chest heaving, eyes wild, and completely unclouded of any and all doubt.
And if my words aren’t enough, I pull him closer, arch my hips slightly off the cold stone, and press myself against the rigid length of his cock.
“Fuck me,” he growls, eyes darkening further, and he doesn’t waste another second.
Dome reaches down, grasping my ankles, and with hardly exerting any energy at all, he lifts my legs, pulling my hips to the ledge of the built-in island, and throws my legs over his broad shoulders.
This position forces my upper body back and causes me to lie flat on the top, propping myself up on my elbows.
My chest lifts toward the ceiling, my nipples tighten, and my body quivers.
I’m completely exposed to him as he stands tall between my thighs, looking down at me.
His gaze seeps over the pale expense of my form, tracking the rapid rise and fall of my chest. He doesn’t use his hands to guide himself inside my slick heat.
He simply leans his weight forward until the tip of his dick nudges against my wet heat, parting me easily.
“Dom.” I let out a long, ragged moan. My fingers claw at the smooth stone beneath me, seeking some kind of purchase.
And then he pushed forward.
He buries himself inside me in one deep, unyielding thrust. I’m full, so full of him my breath staggers.
After everything we’ve just done, his three fingers working their way inside me, it did nothing compared to the way I’m currently stretching tightly around his thick cock, my inner walls clamping down on him in a desperate grip.
“Cory.” My name is low and guttural. His head drops back for a fraction of a second, absorbing the intensity of the sensation of what I’m assuming how tight I am.
“Christ, so hot,” he chokes out, eyes snapping back to mine.
He doesn’t let me adjust for too long. He hovers above me, completely commanding the space, and begins to move.
He pulls back until he’s nearly all the way out, the sensitive head of his cock teasing me, before he plunges back inside, all the way to the hilt.
The position I’m in, on my elbows, I have the perfect, unrestricted view of where our bodies are joined.
I watch, completely transfixed as his thick length tunnels in and out.
The sight is damn erotic, raw, and an unapologetic display of his possessive side.
The lips of my pussy flare out around his cock, my wetness guiding his way, and I’m so full, so stretched, that there’s a slight tinge of pain, but the way he watches makes me burn for him even more.
Dom’s jaw clenches, his muscles ripple, and his large hands grip my thighs where they rest near his shoulders. He holds me steady as his thrusts become faster, harder, and more punishing.
“Look at us,” he demands. It makes my core ripple around him and my breasts tremble. “Watch how you well you take me.” I couldn’t look away if I wanted to. The visual we’re creating paired with the overwhelming physical sensation is so damn hot.
“God,” I cry out. The tension is building, intensifying, as wave after wave of heat begins to radiate from my center.
Every deep stroke hits that spot inside me that makes my toes curl and my vision blur at the edges.
“More, please, Dom, more.” I arch my upper body, throwing my head back as my hips begin to meet his thrusts, begging for more, craving the heavy, relentless thrusts he’s giving to me.
“I’ve got you. Fuck, I’ve got you, Cory,” he says with a pant, sweat glistening on his forehead, hair dripping, and the pace he’s setting turns frantic.
The man is hovering on the precipice of making me lose my mind.
Then he pulls out, almost completely freeing himself before driving back in with a force that rattles the drawers of the island.
“Dom!” I whimper, hands flying to grip his forearms, nails digging into his skin.
“Come for me, Cory. Give it to me. Let me feel it.” He delivers three more heavy thrusts.
I snap, vision blurring as my orgasm crashes over me, and my core squeezes so hard on his length, much like a vise as I scream his name.
That’s all it takes for him to let loose.
His last shred of restraint is gone. He lets out a loud, roaring groan, driving into me with one final deep push, and he freezes.
His chest heaves against the back of my legs as his climax rips through him.
He pulses inside of me, over and over again, filling me so completely that I can feel some of his cum slipping out of me.
In our contract and the follow-up, we both had to have blood tests done, birth control was discussed, and since I told him I’m covered, everything is handled.
“Come here, Cory. Time to take you to bed. Want to be inside you all night long.” How this man has the energy to move, much less carry me, is beyond me, but as I let out a tired yawn, I realize that letting Dom take care of me feels good, really good.