Chapter 39
Rayna
Dominic’s breathy chuckle, laced with a groan, tickled her lips and ears as Rayna forced her bleary eyes to focus on his drunken ones.
“Only you, darling, would announce you wish to make love to me,” he said.
She leaned back into the hand cradling her nape to look at him properly. “Aren’t you the one who said you wanted us to make love?”
“I said I wished to make love to you.”
Her brows dipped. “What’s the difference if I make love to you?”
“How could you ask that, dammit?” he growled laughingly. “I am a man. I must make love to you, and you are to simply enjoy it.”
She rolled her eyes and tried to wiggle back on his lap. “Yeah, no, I don’t care if you’re a man. I’m making love to you, Dominic.”
He widened his eyes, absolutely baffled, and tightened his hold to keep her in place. “No, you will not, woman.”
She was a little frustrated that he was trying to physically restrain her. But it only took a second to see past it. To notice how he’d left himself open to close-range seduction.
“Yes, I will,” she purred through a smirk as she dipped her face into the crook of his neck.
Dominic gasped deliciously when she kissed under his ear. The enticing sound shivered down her spine, and her eyes nearly rolled. It awakened a ruthless urge to tease, to ruin him, to have him panting and whimpering and drooling under her, and she fell right into its clutches.
Yanking on his hair, opening his strong throat to her, Rayna sucked on the sensitive skin of his pulse. She grazed her nails down his back too. Overwhelmed him further by rocking and rubbing and pressing against his hard-on.
Oh, he quivered so beautifully as he choked on her name. A moan clawed up her throat as her cunt pulsed. She let it out into his skin, and he flinched with a sharp hiss, his fingers clamping around her waist in a bruising grip.
His hand delved into her hair and tugged her back, sending sparks flittering over her scalp. “Enough, you wicked little minx,” he growled.
She dragged her teeth over her swollen bottom lip, smiling exactly like a wicked minx. “I’m just getting started, actually.”
Rising up onto her knees, Rayna clasped the hem of her loose T-shirt and whipped it over her head. It left her naked but for her grey boxer shorts.
Right before Dominic’s face.
His starved stare ignited as she threw her top aside, causing her breasts to jostle. He homed in on them, fanning her hot skin with a shuddering exhale.
She had him hypnotised, and it was fucking empowering.
Made her feel like a queen. Made her bend into him until his face was nearly between the valley of the full globes.
He couldn’t look away, and his mouth opened wider, ready to plant a kiss or a bite to her puckered nipples.
He didn’t even seem to realise she’d gripped his T-shirt until she started pulling.
“This is madness,” he croaked, like he’d swallowed a frog, yet he raised his arms, allowing her to pull the fabric over his head.
As she sank back down on his lap, she drank up the glowing sight of him in the dim yellow lighting. She caressed her hands over the mat of hair on his chest, ever so slightly grazing his flat nipples, down the central line of his stomach, and back up to push on his shoulders.
But he gripped her hips and shook his head. “Rayna…”
“Be a good boy and sit back for me.”
His jaw locked and eyes narrowed in displeasure, but his erection gave a very telling jerk against her swollen sex. She could’ve sworn his cheeks pinkened too.
“I do not like it when you call me that,” he grumbled.
She smirked. “Liar.” And rubbed side to side across his thick length. “You like it.”
His fingers dug deeper into her skin. “It is patronising.”
She leaned in until her lips almost touched his, breathing in his warm exhale as he anticipated a kiss. “Be honest, Dominic.”
He let out a low, rumbling sound of displeasure. But after a moment, he whispered, “I shouldn’t like it.”
But I do.
He didn’t say that last bit, but the words hung in the air, nonetheless. It made her pussy throb with the promise of a powerful orgasm.
“Such a good boy,” she hummed, and he didn’t try to fight or hide the pleasure that melted his expression that time. “Now sit back against the headboard for me.”
Dominic adjusted himself with Rayna still on his lap, leaning back against a pillow with his legs stretched out between her straddling thighs. Then she curved back, gripping just under his knees, and rocked forward.
He groaned as she sighed, his roughened hands caressing up her thighs until his thumbs skirted either side of her clit. Her lips came apart, and her stomach contracted.
“You are not wearing underwear,” he said, enthralled.
She grinned. “This is my underwear.”
“Oh, sweetheart…” His gaze rapidly flew between her face and cunt. “You have soaked right through it.”
He rubbed both thumbs in opposite directions, and she had to clamp her lip between her teeth to hold in a moan. He did it again, and she vibrated. Again, and arching back no longer felt feasible. She quickly curled forward, digging her nails into his pecs, and kept moving.
“Whose fault is that, huh?” she said through a pant.
“Mine,” he growled possessively. Proudly.
“Yeah, yours, you stupid, gorgeous man.” She ground into his thumbs, faster, greedier. “You make me so fucking wet all the time. I’ve never needed lube with you. Barely need any prep, that’s how much you turn me on.”
He groaned her name, his thumbs moving round and round and round.
“I could just sink down on you. Take all of you in one go.” She dropped heavier on him, mimicking what she described. She could almost feel the ghost of his cock filling her like there weren’t layers of clothing still between them.
Baring his teeth in a hiss, he rapidly shook his head. “Do not dare, woman. You’ll hurt yourself.”
“That’s the point,” she said with a quiet giggle of delirium. “You’re so big that it’d hurt. But I’d keep going, force myself to take you and stretch so fucking full until you were buried all the way here.” She placed a hand right under her belly button, showing him where she craved him.
“Hush, Rayna,” he growled, but there was the slightest hint of a deep whimper at the end. “Please. For the sake of my sanity, be quiet.”
He sounded so pretty when he said please. But the poor man didn’t realise it had the complete opposite effect he wanted.
She didn’t want to stop. She wanted more.
Halting in her movements, she cupped his face and kissed him hard, drinking the warmth of his desperate, panting mouth before slipping lower.
The indent in his chin, his neck, right on his jugular.
She licked and teased both of his flat nipples with her teeth, then trailed down his stomach.
Each kiss and suck tore needier gasps from him than the previous one.
“You are trying to kill me,” he choked out as her hands curled into the band of his boxers and pyjama bottoms.
She grinned and tugged. “I’m trying to pleasure you, actually.”
“Exactly.” He eased some of the weight off his hips, allowing both items of clothing to slip lower. “You wish to end my life using an excessive amount of pleasure.”
Rayna rolled her eyes. And then they almost rolled again, backwards, when his big, veiny dick hung heavy and free and glistening with pre-cum right before her face. She moaned, mouth watering, eager to feel him in the back of her throat.
With the last of his clothing on the floor and her wet boxer shorts piled on top, she slipped back between his spread legs, lying herself flat on her stomach, braced up on her elbows.
Dominic caught her around her upper arms. “You do not have to do this, Rayna.”
“I know.” She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and angled it towards her lips. “But like I tell you every time, Dominic. I love having your dick in my mouth.”
She swiped her tongue over his crown, silencing any other protests from him. He jerked with a strangled groan, and she moaned as the delicious salty taste of him coated her tongue.
“Hold my hair.”
He did as he was told with shaky hands and braced his head back against the top edge of the pillow behind him. “You will ruin me forever if you put me in your mouth, my love.”
“So be quiet and let me ruin you.”
He let out a stifled noise of equal parts shock, arousal, and terror, his mouth hanging open.
Wicked power danced through her lust as she gathered saliva on her tongue. She spat on his tip a few times and watched it trickle down his length before dragging her fist up, spreading and mixing it with the liquid leaking out of him already.
She opened her mouth around him. He gritted his teeth, scrunching her hair tighter.
They both moaned quietly as she closed around him.
She wanted to let her lashes drop and savour the feel and taste of him, but it was impossible to take her gaze off the pained twist of pleasure on his face. It sparked through her pussy, and she pressed into the mattress, wanting relief, wanting to torture herself with the pleasure of giving.
She wanted him deeper. So she inched him in, swirled her tongue around him, and took more and more.
She drew back until he almost slipped from between her lips and then swallowed him, moaning and salivating, enjoying the process of working her mouth down him.
Until her throat convulsed and her jaw had unhinged past what was comfortable.
But the pain and his pleasure combined lit her veins on fire.
“Enough,” Dominic panted. “That’s enough, Rayna. No more. I cannot take much more of this.”
Oh, but she could.