Chapter Thirty-Three #2
"Fuck!" he hisses, his head digging back into the pillow. His hands fist the sheets, knuckles turning white. "Whatever you want. Do whatever you want."
"Great," I chirp, pulling back completely. "Stand please," I request.
Dom leans on his forearms, breathing hard, looking at me like I’ve lost my mind. "Babe?"
"Just do it."
He pouts, looking utterly betrayed, but follows my command to stand and face the bed. He watches me, his chest heaving, his erection jutting out thick and heavy against his stomach.
I grab a pillow, laying it at the edge of the mattress before I lay down. The top of my head faces him, the pillow elevating my neck just enough. Smiling lightly, I push upward until my head is leaning slightly off the edge, my hair spilling toward the floor.
I look up at the upside-down version of him. "Come here."
I grip his ass, pulling him toward me with both hands. He doesn't resist, stepping forward until his dick is level with my face. I open my mouth, and he slides right in, hitting the back of my throat immediately. He groans deep in his chest, the sound vibrating down through his body and into mine.
I start to move, swallowing around him, relaxing my throat to take him deeper.
It’s a weird angle, entirely new territory.
The pillow props me up, but gravity is my enemy here, dragging the roof of my mouth down tight against him.
I can’t use my tongue the way I usually do; it’s pinned flat, useless.
All I can do is create a hot, wet sleeve and let him take control.
My neck muscles strain to keep the alignment right, and the pressure at the back of my throat is intense, a dull ache that borders on panic before I force myself to breathe through my nose.
"Jesus, Benny," Dom breathes out, his voice ragged. His hands hover for a second, unsure where to land, before they settle on my tits.
His fingers squeeze, digging into the soft flesh, his grip bruising. I moan around him, the sound muffled and garbled, but he feels it. He has to. His hips jerk forward, a reflex he can't control, driving him deeper until my nose is buried against his balls.
It’s overwhelming. I can’t breathe, can’t swallow fast enough, and tears are leaking out of the corners of my eyes, running backward toward my ears. But I love it. I love seeing him like this, completely undone, his control shattered.
"Look at you," he grunts. "Taking it so good."
His hands leave my chest to grip the edge of the mattress, bracing himself as he fucks my mouth. The angle makes every thrust hit deep, the head of his cock punching the back of my throat in a rhythm that matches the pounding of my heart.
I gag, my body convulsing slightly as I struggle to accommodate him, but I don't pull away. I dig my nails into his ass, urging him on. Drool pools at the corners of my mouth and drips down my face, wet and messy, but the wet, sloppy sounds only seem to spur him on.
"You're so beautiful like this," he grits out, his voice sounding strained. "So messy for me."
I can’t see anything at this angle, just the dark, blurred shape of him above me and the ceiling fan spinning in reverse.
I close my eyes, relaxing completely, letting my throat go soft and open for him.
I surrender to the rhythm, to the feeling of being used by him, trusting that he knows exactly how far he can push it.
His rhythm falters, his hips stuttering. I feel him swell even thicker against my tongue, the pulse racing through the thick vein on the underside.
He pulls out abruptly, leaving me gasping for air, my chest heaving as I suck in oxygen. Before I can even orient myself, Dom moves onto the bed, grabbing my hips and hauling them up. He thrusts inside in one hard stroke.
"Fuck!" I yell, biting the back of my hand to keep from screaming.
Dom pulls me up against his chest, both of us on our knees as he keeps moving. The position is deep, hitting a spot that makes my vision blur. He’s not gentle or holding back. The muscles of his chest are hard against my spine, sweat already slicking our skin.
I'm gasping, shuddering, my hands gripping his forearms where they're banded around my breasts to keep me upright. He mouths at my shoulder, his teeth scraping the sensitive skin there, sending shivers down to my toes.
"Dom," I gasp out, but it's barely a sound.
When his fingers land in a snap against my clit, I explode. It rips through me without warning, white-hot and blinding. My back bows, my entire body seizing up as the pleasure crashes over me in waves. I cry out, unable to stop it, my internal muscles clamping down on him like a vice.
I feel him throbbing inside me, the rhythm faltering as he chases his own release. He buries his face in the crook of my neck, his breath hot and ragged against my skin. His grip on my hips gets bruisingly tight, holding me in place as he drives into me one last time.
"Bronwyn," he groans, the sound low and wrecked.
He pulls out at the last second, and I feel the wet heat striping across my ass. My body sags, boneless, against the mattress as he breathes deeply behind me. His hand moves between us, rubbing the mess into my skin of my back.
“God, I love you.”
I hear him whisper it against my damp skin, but I’m too tired to worry about the mess or the sheets. My eyes close, heavy and satisfied. Just before I drift off, I manage to whisper back.
"Love you too."