Chapter 16
DOMINIC
Ilap up her juices as she creams for me. Her walls flutter around my fingers gloriously, as if her curvy body thinks I need to be convinced to fuck her raw. Her moans are music. The way her body shivers and sways, every curve alert to the pleasure, is enough to make me wild.
Once it’s over, I stand up, stroking precome up and down my cock as I stare down at her.
Her body is sublime. Her tits are perfect handfuls that just spill over my hands, perky nipples, with veins moving through her like a sign of the vivacious passion inside her.
Her inner thighs gleam with my spit and her release.
But the best part is her gorgeous face, her flushed cheeks, her wide eyes as if she’s saying, What are you waiting for?
“Back up a little,” I tell her, stroking my cock again. “Keep those thick fucking legs open. I need you more than I need oxygen. Fuck.”
I climb onto the bed once she’s made some room. Holding myself over her with one hand, I grip the base of my cock with the other, my hand barely fitting around how engorged it is. I wonder if it’s going to fit inside her. She felt tight as fuck when I was fingering her.
“You need to tell me if it hurts,” I snarl, teasing her entrance with my tip.
“It won’t hurt,” she moans.
This woman…
How did I get so lucky?
I push an inch into her slit. She whimpers, high-pitched and needy, like she already wants more.
I stare down in awe as my cock disappears inside her slowly.
Her walls part eagerly around me, massaging me the deeper I get.
When I’m all the way in, I force myself to pause, leaning back so I can look at her face.
An adventurous smile tugs at the corner of her lips.
“Fucking hell,” I groan. “That tight pussy is taking every inch.”
“It feels so good,” she whimpers. “Oh, sir. I feel like my pussy was made for your big, hard cock.”
Holy. Fuck.
“Are you trying to make me come already?” I snarl, sliding out of her slowly.
“I—can’t—help—it—sir.”
I pull out until I’m primed right against her hole, then drive in hard. Shock riots through her, the physical impact making all her juicy curves sway for me. She gasps and clings to my arms, nodding.
“Take it how you want,” she whimpers. “However you want.”
I bend down to one of her tits as I grind in and out. It’s sensory overload in the best way. Her tight, hot sleeve gripping me, her singsong moans, and the taste of her nipple in my mouth, how responsive her body is.
I lean back again so I can watch her as we fuck.
My hips snap faster, her pussy making a perfect wet noise when I slam into her tight slit. She must see where my eyes are going, because small hands sink into her large breasts, massaging them, pushing them together, and turning them red.
“Do you like that, sir?” She gasps.
“You just focus on getting that…” Fuck. Her pussy squeezes tight for a moment, and I think I’m going to blow. “That pussy is so fucking wet for my cock. But I need more, I need to feel you come all over me. With my dick balls deep inside, owning your body.”
“Yes, yes, yes,” she sings, the dirty talk driving her closer to the edge.
She bounces up and down on my cock in time with each thrust. I didn’t have any doubt that our chemistry would be sensational, but this is even better than I imagined. Her enthusiasm causes my balls to swell with tight tension. I struggle not to let go as I stare down at the show she’s putting on.
Bouncing, squeezing her tits, riding wave after wave of pleasure. The flush spreads from her face, down her neck, over her large and perfect tits. She pinches her nipples softly, staring at me to see if I like it.
I growl and fuck her even harder. It’s turning savage now, the bed whining beneath us. Her pussy is singing to me as eagerly as her moans, wet and filthy noises that make my thinking go cloudy.
“Come—on—my—dick,” I groan, hips snapping hard. Her body jolts with each impact, her eyes watery, nodding and moaning as she massages her tits.
“I’m—I’m…” She can’t finish the sentence.
“Close?” I roar.
“Yes, yes, yes.”
“Yes… what?”
“Sir,” she cries out. “Yes, sir.”
I go into overdrive. I can’t stop now. And thankfully, my Songbird wants it too. She’s screaming in pure pleasure now, her hands gripping the sheet. She uses the leverage to force her hot tunnel up and down in time with my pounding.
“Rub that clit,” I command, when my vision clouds, and all I can focus on is the unbelievable heat and tight fit around my cock.
I want her to come before I do. But hell, I’m not a monk. The way she’s working my cock is too damn much. Every second, I’m right on the edge of blowing, emptying every last drop into her.
She does as she’s told, her hand brushing against the top of my shaft as she eagerly rubs her body. I lean back even more so that I can watch my cock disappearing into her as she rubs her clit.
She comes hard, wrapping her legs around me and pulling me closer. One hand stays on her clit, the other goes to my hip and squeezes hard. She lies back, trembling with aftershocks.
“Have you?” She whimpers.
“Not yet,” I groan. “But I’m so fucking close.”
She wriggles up the bed, away from my cock.
“What are you doing?” I growl.
“Trust me, sir,” she moans.
I let her slide away. My cock hates the absence immediately. The world is suddenly colder—
Then she rolls onto her front and sticks her ass up in the air, looking at me over her shoulder. Her ass is perfect from this angle. Juices slide from her glistening hole down her thighs. Her globes are big and round and sexy.
“You want to come in me like this, sir?” she moans. “You can fuck me however you want because you’ve already made me come, sir.”
I grip onto her hips and push my dick inside.
She squeals as I immediately start fucking her hard, pulling her against me with each thrust. The friction is enough to make me explode after a few thrusts, my vision whiting out.
I collapse atop her, biting the back of her neck gently, as my cock pumps wave after wave of hot come into her curvy body.
Finally, I fall to the side, breathing hard. I love the way she instantly collapses into my arms. It’s like she doesn’t want there to be any space between us at all.
We don’t say anything for a while, both of us recovering. Then she slides her hand over my chest and wriggles up my body, kissing me on the cheek. “So, how was it for you?”
I laugh because the question is so absurd. She laughs too, because she knows it as well. I roll over so that we’re face to face, both of us laughing like lovestruck teenagers.
“It’s not an exaggeration to say this is the happiest I’ve been in years,” I tell her.
She gets a strange look in her eyes. Just for a second. Then it’s gone, and I wonder if I imagined it.
“You might want to stay at your place,” she murmurs.
“Why’s that?” I snap.
“Hey, not like that.” She kisses me again. “I don’t want you to go. But my alarm is set for six AM. Grandma has been much better in the early mornings lately. I don’t want to disturb you.”
“I don’t mind,” I tell her, relieved. “I could even come with you.”
She swallows. Maybe I’m pushing too hard.
“I could wait outside,” I say. “Then we’ll swing by my place so I can shower and change, and we’ll head into work. Sound like a plan?”
She smiles. “I don’t think any of this was part of the plan. But yes, I’d love that.”
I lie on my back and pull her into my arms again, gliding my hand gently through her hair, feeling I’m the happiest man alive.
As usual, my father’s specter ruins it.
Don’t get too comfortable. You don’t really know this girl.
I push that thought far away.