“Stop it!” I said, laughing, and the feel of his naked, sweaty chest against my back had my thighs clenching again. Unfair.
“I can’t. Sorry. No breaks.” He grabbed me, spun me around like I was a doll, and pushed me back until my ass hit something cold—the edge of the dining table.
“Dominic,” I warned, but he knocked the chair next to us to the floor, then sat me on the dining table. My legs locked around his hips immediately, and while he looked down at me, completely naked right there on the table for him, I looked at him, too—all the muscles on his chest and stomach, and the one that mattered the most, hard and long and thick, just begging to be sucked.
My mouth was instantly dry, especially when he saw me looking, and wrapped his hand around his cock.Damn.
“Not nice,” Dominic said, grinning as he ran his hand up and down the length of him. “You still need a break, Teddybear?”
Oh, fuck the bathroom. I didn’t need to clean up. I didn’t need a break—I just wanted that thing inside me.
“Dominic,” I warned because he had to know that my whole body felt like jelly after everything he’d already done to me. Everything he still made me feel.
“Want me to beg?” he said, stroking himself still, and he leaned down to kiss me, pulled my lips inside his mouth and bit them violently. “I’ll beg. Just say the word and I’ll be on my knees.”
Oh, God. I held onto his neck for dear life as he put his hands under my thighs and pushed himself against my center, making me cry out.
“Let me make you scream one more time,” he said, licking and biting my cheek while he moved his hips against me, his cock flush against my soaking wet folds. “I love it when you scream my name.”
I wanted him to keep going, keep grinding against me like that, keep kissing me, but he put a hand on my chest and pushed me back until I was lying on the table. He pressed a thumb right on my clit while he stroked himself with his other hand, driving me nuts. I never knew the sight of a guy touching himself like that could be so sexy. I never knew it could turn me on so much. Or that it could make mejealous.
“Dominic,” I said, trying to get up, take him inside me, but he pushed me down again.
“No rush,” he whispered, though his eyes were bloodshot, and the way he looked at my body, at the way my boobs bounced as I moved in rhythm with his thumb, said he wanted to devour me already.
“Yes,rush,” I breathed. “Please, Dominic.”
Wasn’thesupposed to be begging for it? I’d been the one to ask for a break, hadn’t I?
Yeah, I didn’t care.
“Keep begging, Teddybear. You do it so well,” he whispered, slowly running his thumb down my folds before he teased my entrance with it. My eyes squeezed shut and I pushed my hips, but he moved his thumb away again.
“Please,” I said, and I didn’t mind begging him. I’d beg him all night if I had to.
“Please what?” he said, moving his thumb down again. Why the hell did he have to feel so good? I couldn’t even think straight anymore, damn it. I was completely at his mercy. “Tell me what you want, baby. Say it.”
“I want you inside me,” I whispered, hoping he’d stop with the games and just fuck me already.
“Inside you, how?” he continued, making me cry out. “What do you want inside you? Is it my tongue?” He leaned down and licked my pointy nipple violently, but before I could grab him, he moved away again. “Is it my fingers?” And he pressed his thumb on my clit harder. “Is it my cock?”
His hand wrapped around my wrist, and he guided my hand to his erection. I raised up until I wrapped my fingers all around him and squeezed. His eyes closed and he threw his head back with a hiss.
“You justwalked, Teddybear,” he said, moving his hips against my hand. “You just walked and look what you did to me.” I squeezed harder and moved my hand faster, so infatuated with the way he looked when I touched him, I could do it all day every day for the rest of my life. “Tell me,” he whispered, grabbing my face in his hands while I jerked him off.
God, I was so shy, it was ridiculous. But one look at his eyes, and I decided I didn’t care. Yeah, I was shy, but I wasn’t going to let that stop me. I was going to tell him exactly what was on my mind, even if it killed me.
“I want your tongue and your fingers and your cock, so deep it hurts,” I said, my voice shaking as he thrust his hips harder, growling. “I want you to fuck me until I can’t keep my eyes open.” His grip around my head tightened. “And I want you to make me come while your cock is inside me.”
Suddenly, he stopped moving and grinned.
“As you wish, baby.”
He pushed me down, grabbed my thighs and spread my legs as far as they’d go before he slammed into me. He wasn’t gentle. He didn’t take his time. One second, I felt his tip at my entrance, and the next, he was in all the way, filling me from head to toe.
I cried out, my back arched as he growled, holding me tightly by the waist, and began to thrust inside me like a savage. He didn’t stop, didn’t let me breathe, didn’t say a single word as he pounded into me, harder and harder, until all I felt was him. I had never been more thoroughly fucked in my life, and true to his word, he let me come while he was still inside me.
I cried out his name, held onto his arms, and he must have known what I needed because the next second, he pulled me up and off the table completely. I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck and my ankles locked around his hips. His fingers dug into my ass, and he moved until my back was pressed against the wall.