Chapter 157
Chapter 157
I laughed, weak, breathless, still trembling. “Pretty sure I owe you dinner now.”
He stood, slowly, body brushing mine as he rose, hands trailing up my legs, over my hips, then around to my back, pulling me into him. I felt him, hard and thick through his stacks, pressing against my belly. He hadn’t even touched himself and he was already throbbing. That power, knowing I did that to him? It lit something savage in me.
I reached between us and cupped his dick through the fabric, smirking when he hissed.
“Take them off,” I said, breath hot against his throat. “I want you inside me.”
Dominic’s eyes narrowed. He stepped back just long enough to undo his belt, yanking his slacks and boxers down with a practiced efficiency that betrayed how badly he needed this. His cock sprang free thick, flushed, glistening at the tip.
He stepped back in, one hand gripping the underside of my thigh, lifting entrance, brushing against my soaked folds, teasing.
me effortlessly onto the counter again. The other guided his cock to my
I rolled my hips forward, groaning. “Don’t tease.”
“Say you want it.”
“I need it.”
That was enough.
He pushed in, slow and deep, inch by inch, stretching me open until I was gasping, clinging to his shoulders, head falling forward against his chest. The stretch burned in the best way, my body pulsing around him, already tight from back–to–back orgasms.
“Fuck, Aria,” he growled, breath stuttering. “So tight. So fucking perfect around my dick.”
He started to move, slow thrusts building into harder ones, and I met him beat for beat, legs wrapping around his waist, arms around his neck. Every push of his hips sent pleasure spiraling through me again, pressure rebuilding faster than I thought possible. I was already close. Again.
And the way he looked at me like I was the only thing left in the world worth fighting for made me want to break apart all over him.
“Don’t stop,” I gasped. “Please don’t you fucking stop-”
“I’m not going anywhere,” he snarled, pace slamming into ruthless. “You’re mine.”
I shattered again, clenching around him, crying out his name as he followed me over the edge, groaning against my mouth as he pulsed deep inside me.
We stayed like that, bodies pressed together, breath mingled, skin slick while the world slowly came back into focus.
And still… I wasn’t done.
My fingers slid between us again, down to where he was still hard inside me, twitching slightly with aftershocks. I clenched around him on purpose, grinning when his jaw clenched, when that low grow! curled from his chest again like a warning. I wasn’t afraid of warnings. Not from him.
“You’re still hard,” I whispered, kissing the sweat–slick skin of his throat. “You didn’t finish, did you?”
He didn’t answer. He didn’t need to.
I tightened my legs around his waist and rocked my hips, grinding up into him, feeling his cock slip a little deeper again, wet and hot and still thick enough to make my cunt ache. “Fuck me again.”
He hissed through his teeth, then grabbed me by the hips and yanked me closer to the edge of the counter, making me squeal. My back hit the cold marble, hips tilted high. His hands dug into the meat of my ass as he pulled out slow–so slow I could feel every nerve scream for friction–then shoved
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back in with one hard, unforgiving thrust that knocked the air out of my lungs.
“Aah–fuck, Dominic-“I gasped, heels digging into his back.
“I’m not done with you either,” he growled, voice lower now, edged in something brutal, something dangerous, something distinctly him.
He started to fuck me again, hard, relentless, the slap of our bodies loud and wet, the air thick with the stench of sweat and sex. Each time his hips snapped forward, I felt him hit something deep inside that made my legs jerk, my fingers dig into the counter, nails scraping marble. His balls slapped wetly against my ass with every thrust, making smacking noises each one driving a breathy moan out of me.
“Hnnh–ah–hah–Dominic-!”
He leaned in, forehead pressed to mine, mouth hovering over mine, catching my gasps with his own. “You wanted this,” he said, voice ragged. “You begged for it.”
“I still want it,” breathed, rolling my hips into his. “I want all of it.”
“You’ll get it.”
He grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head with one hand, forcing my chest to arch up into him. His other hand snaked down between us again, thumb sliding over my swollen clit, rubbing vicious little circles in time with the punishing rhythm of his thrusts. I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. My body jerked with every stroke, every grind of his thumb, every inch of him dragging in and out of me.
“Dominic–Dominic!” I was babbling, desperate. My orgasm built sharp and fast, a lightning crackle in my spine, and when it hit, it hit hard. “Fuck—! I’m coming, I’m-!”
“Come on my cock,” he snarled. “Let me feel you–fuck–squeeze it—”
I exploded with a cry, whole body seizing, cunt clamping down so hard I felt him stagger. I was drenched, twitching, soaked to the thighs, and he didn’t stop. His thrusts went ragged, sloppy, and then he slammed all the way in and held, grunting through clenched teeth as he pulsed again, deeper this time, hotter. I felt every shot of him inside, spreading warmth so deep it made me groan again just from the feel of it.
He collapsed over me, both of us panting, shaking, heartbeats thundering out of sync. His cock still inside me, twitching. I could still feel him. I wanted
more.
I wasn’t done. And judging by the twitch in his jaw, the fire still burning in his eyes as he looked down at me…
Neither was he.
His lips hovered near mine, not kissing–just letting the heat of his breath mingle with mine. Sweat clung to us, our skin slick and shining in the dim light, his chest rising and falling against mine like waves that didn’t want to calm. I ran my hands down his back, fingers tracing the ridges of muscle, curling into his damp hairline.
“Again?” he asked, voice hoarse, cock still nestled inside me, twitching with aftershocks and still so fucking thick I could barely breathe around it.
I gave a breathless laugh. “You asking or telling?”
He grinned–a wolfish curve of mouth against my neck. Then he pulled out, slow and deliberate, dragging every inch of himself from my swollen cunt. groaned, hips jerking at the empty ache he left behind, sticky and pulsing.
Before I could protest, he grabbed my thighs, yanked me down from the counter with rough efficiency, and turned me around. My bare feet barely touched the floor before he bent me over the marble, cheek pressing into the cold stone. My breath hitched. Lfelt his fingers spreading me from behind, and then the soft brush of his cock teasing my entrance again. My knees nearly buckled.
“Hands behind your back,” he said, tone like gravel and silk.
“What?”
“Do it.”
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I obeyed without thinking, trembling with the effort to keep still. I heard the sound of a drawer opening a hiss of metal–and the clink at something
solid.
My pulse spiked.
When he returned, his hand grabbed my wrists, brought them together behind me. I felt the cool bite of metal cuffs lock into place real cuffs, solid and unforgiving, the click echoing in the room like a countdown. My breath hitched as I tested the resistance, the burn of helplessness spreading deliciously through my limbs.
“Oh my god,” I whispered, shuddering.
“You like that?” he murmured near my ear, body pressing close behind me, his cock sliding along the seam of my ass cheeks, taunting, “Being mine like
this?”
“I want more of it,” I gasped, eyes fluttering shut as he licked a line Leather. Whatever you want.”
His growl was a low rumble in his chest as he bent everywhere. “You want to be helpless?”
up the side of myth
my throat. “I want you to tie me up. Not just with cuffs–bind me. Rope
over me, one hand grabbing my throat, holding–not choking, just making sure I felt it, felt him
I nodded, whimpering. “Want to be yours. Used. Controlled.”
His teeth scraped my shoulder. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”
“I do,” I breathed, arching into him. “And I want it.”
He grabbed my cuffed wrists, using them as leverage as he pushed into me from behind again, all the way to the hilt in one thick, brutal thrust. I cried out, loud and raw, head thrown back. He fucked me rougher this time, using my bound arms to yank me back onto his cock over and over, the slick sound of skin slapping skin filling the room along with my moans.
“God, you take me so good like this,” he groaned, balls slapping wetly against my pussy, his pace merciless. “Cuffed and bent over like the filthy little slut you are.”
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