“So fucking perfect,” he growled, pumping his digit in and out. “Sweet.” He flicked my clit with his tongue. “Tight.” He added another finger. “Hot.” He twisted his wrist to reach a spot guaranteed to drive me wild. “Wet.” He gently bit down on my sensitive nub, and I exploded.
Dom didn’t give me the chance to come down from my orgasm before he rose to his knees and grabbed my hips. Lifting my body off the mattress, he positioned me with my knees on the edge of the bed. “Needed you dripping wet so I could do this,” he grunted as he filled me in one powerful stroke.
I moaned, mostly in pleasure but there was still a pinch of pain because the walls of my pussy had to stretch to accommodate him. “You’re so big.”
“But you can take all of me, can’t you, my little doll?” His hips hammered back and forth, his cock filling me with deep strokes that were guaranteed to send me over the edge again quickly. “You were made to fit me like a glove.”
“Yes,” I panted, twisting my neck to watch while he powered in and out of me. Adding the sight of his muscular body to the feel of his hard length dragging against my inner walls and the sound of his hips slapping against my butt was more than I could handle. I flew apart, screaming his name, and took him with me. His cock jerked inside me, and his come filled me to overflowing. He let out a deep groan, his hips continuing to move until my aftershocks were done and his cock had softened inside me.
I wasn’t sure how much time had passed with him wrapped around me, pressing me into the mattress before he pulled out. After he padded over to the bathroom to grab a washcloth to clean me up, he crawled back on the bed and pulled me into his arms. We hadn’t talked about what the future would bring for our relationship, but I could barely keep my eyes open after the three huge orgasms he’d given me. My last thought as I drifted off was that we could figure it out in the morning.
* * *
“C’mon, doll. We need to head out, or we’ll be late getting to your apartment,” Dom urged as he bent to zip up his duffel.
“I’m ready,” I grumbled, shoving my feet into my shoes and stomping over to the hotel room door. Before I could open it, Dom came up behind me and wrapped his arm around my chest. “What’s wrong?”
Having him close only helped so much, considering I felt as though he’d been rushing me out the door ever since he woke me up an hour ago. He’d ordered breakfast from room service and packed everything but our toiletries instead of joining me in the shower. “Why are you in such a hurry to get to my place?”
He twisted his wrist to glance at the face of his watch. “I don’t trust the guys the moving company sent over to wait around if they beat us there since I’ve never used them before. It would suck if we had to make the trip back here again just to get your stuff when we could bring it home with us today.”
His answer shocked me. I turned around to stare up at him as I asked, “There’s a moving truck at my apartment?”
“Yeah.” His brows lowered, and a wrinkle popped up in the middle of his forehead.
He seemed confused about why I was surprised, and I figured the easiest way to figure out what was going on here was to be blunt. “Are you trying to ask me to move in with you?”
His lips curved up in a grin as he shook his head and flattened his palms against my lower back to press me closer. “No, I’m telling you. I don’t care what it takes. I’ll kidnap you if that’s what I have to do to get you to come back with me and stay forever.”
Any doubts I’d had about the strength of Dom’s feelings for me disappeared. “You’d do anything for me, wouldn’t you?”
He didn’t hesitate to answer. “Of course.”
Butterflies swirled in my belly. “Give me all the orgasms I can handle.”
“And then some,” he boasted with a wink.
“Feed me, clothe me, put a roof over my head,” I added.
“Whatever it takes to keep my little doll happy,” he promised.
I rose on my toes and lifted my face for a kiss. Dom caught the hint and lowered his head to brush his lips over mine. I cupped my palms against his cheeks and whispered, “Kill to protect me.”
“Anyone who tries to hurt you deserves to be six feet under.” His hands tightened on my waist. “I get that might sound scary, but—”