by Nichole Rose
"Fuck, sweet girl," I groan, planting my fists on the bed like that's going to give me a little control here. It's not. She's so tight around the head of my cock. I'm still hard, my balls heavy and full. I don't want to hurt her, but I need inside her now. I lean down to capture her lips with mine, kissing her hard and deep.
She moans when she tastes herself on my tongue. Her body jolts, sucking me in a little deeper. God, her little pussy is eager for it. Already, I feel her pulsing around the head of my cock, her walls fluttering. If she feels any pain, she doesn't seem to mind it.
"That feels so good," she whispers, her eyes rolling like she's having trouble focusing. "Oh my God, Dominic. I didn't know. I'm so full."
I grit my teeth and rock my hips forward. Her hymen stretches around my cock and then tears. I feel it pop. Hear her little gasp of surprise. I start cumming again. Instantly. Unable to hold it off. Jesus. I have no control here.
She doesn't seem to mind. I kiss her again, fusing our mouths together as I pump into her, draining my cock into her hot cunt. The ache in my balls won't abate. Neither will the need to conquer and claim and fuck. She clings to my shoulders, her nails imbedded in my skin. She's strangling my cock, whimpering my name as pain and pleasure mingle.
I try to stay still to give her a minute to adjust, but it feels too fucking good. I'm physically incapable of stopping now that I'm inside her. I move slowly, carefully, trying not to hurt her. Little by little, her body relaxes. Her thighs fall open and she begins to move with me.
"Is this what you dreamed about, Summer?" I ask, untangling her arms from around me to twine our hands together. I pull them up over her head, holding her down beneath me as I start to move again, thrusting in to the hilt and then sliding back out.
"Yes. Oh God, Dominic. I didn't know," she sobs, her head rolling back and forth on the pillow. "It feels so good it hurts."
"I know, sweet girl," I say. And I do know. She's so fucking tight around me. Strangling me. It's perfection. She's perfection. And she's mine now. "Fuck. I'm going to keep you on your back with my dick in you, Summer. You'll feel me every time you move, every time you breathe. You won't be able to make it through the day without sitting on my cock."
"Dominic."
Her pussy clamps down around me, another flood of honey soaking me.
She likes it when I talk dirty. I file that away, use it to get what I want.
"You saved this tight little cunt for me. That makes it mine. I get to do whatever I want to it, whenever I want. You'll beg me for it." I lean down to capture a nipple between my lips. My pelvis grinds against her clit, my balls slapping against her ass. "You'll slip you panties off under your desk and come into my office in the middle of the day, desperate to feel me inside you again."
"Yes. Please, Dominic."
"I'm going to keep you full of cock and cum, sunshine." Fuck, she's going to be hot for it. I already know she'll be squirming in her chair during staff meetings, thinking about this. About me inside her like this, nothing between us. Nothing to stop her from getting pregnant. I'm going to keep her that way for as long as she'll let me.
I fuck her harder, deeper, keeping our bodies fused together because the thought of not feeling all of her beneath me is preposterous. I don't know how I survived thirty-four years without having this, without her. She's pure flame beneath me, explosive and powerful.
I love her with my body, with my words…switching from sweet to filthy to sweet because I can't stop. Because she makes me this way, makes me crazy with lust and love and the need to consume her like she does me. Enchant her like she does me. I've been her acolyte since the second she looked at me with those baby blues. I think she stole my soul that first day. Or maybe I gave it to her. It's hers anyway, isn't it?
"Dominic," she chants, sobbing and wiggling as her pussy flutters around my cock. She's desperate to cum, so high on me I don't think she could stop saying my name if her life depended on it. Don't think she could stop moving right now if she had to do it. She's on fire, burning red hot for my cock.
"You want to make me a daddy, sweet girl?" I ask, leaving love bites all over her chest. I can't seem to stop marking her. When she looks in the mirror, she's going to see me all over her and know this isn't some dream or fantasy. This is us, what we are together. Yin and yang. Hard and soft. She's fire and I'm ice, the steam between us unstoppable, inevitable.
"Yes! Please, yes."
"Then come on my cock so I can get you pregnant, Summer." I tilt her hips, changing the angle. My balls hurt, I'm so close to cumming again, but I'm not going over until she does. I thrust into her again, and then again, my balls stinging where they slap against her ass. I grit my teeth, fighting like hell not to cum before I get her there.
She's right there on the edge.
I bury my face in the crook of her neck, sink my teeth into her delicate skin in a bid to hold off my orgasm.
She screams my name, her cunt locking down on me as she flies over the edge, shattering apart. Her entire body convulses, her thighs clamping tight around on my hips. Her sweet voice breaks as she cums, her honey drenching us both.
I roar her name as she rips my orgasm from me, commanding my body like she owns it. I think she does. My hips buck without rhythm, pumping, pumping, pumping. Until she's full of me. Even then, I keep fucking her, keep cumming. Until my lungs scream for air and spots swim in my field of vision, blotting out everything but her and those pouty, perfect lips chanting my name.
I collapse on top of her, gasping for air. She moans my name, her body completely limp beneath me. She's drenched in sweat, covered in cum. She's never been more beautiful to me than she is in this moment. She's raw and exposed and fierce in her pleasure, radiant in her bliss. More precious than anything else on this planet.
I'll cherish her forever. Forever.
Chapter Five
Summer
Dominic and I make love again and again, dozing between rounds. Sometime around midnight, he carries me to the bathtub and climbs in with me. I cuddle against his strong chest, tracing the lines of the lion tattoo on his upper arm. He's covered in tattoos, though I've never seen them before. I never imagined that his suits hid all of this beneath.
He's incredible to me, larger than life in some ways. I thought my dreams of him were perfection, but the real him is somehow even better than that. The things he says to me, the way he touches me like he knows exactly how to make me crazy…I feel like I stepped out of the real world and landed in the most extraordinary alternate universe ever.
I still feel him between my legs. The delicious ache and his warm embrace convince me that this is reality. We're really here, together. Where I never imagined we'd be. Even in the best of my dreams, a part of me knew it wasn't real. That I'd wake up and he wouldn't be there. I don't have to wake up without him this time.
I don't have to wake up without him ever again.
"What are you thinking about, sunshine?" he asks, drawing little circles on my back. His chest vibrates beneath my ear like a motor, the words rumbling there.
"About your grandma's letter."
"She would have loved you," he says with a wistful smile in his voice. "You would have loved her too. She loved to give me shit at every available opportunity, but she was the most badass woman."
"She sounds incredible. I'm sorry you lost her."
"Me too, sweet girl. But her and my grandfather and my dad are together again." He laughs quietly. "She's probably up there right now, giving them hell for tracking mud in her house or arguing over football."
"Hey, Dominic?"
"Yeah?"
"My answer would have been yes."
"Hmm, sweet girl?"
"If you'd asked me to marry you today, I would have said yes."
His entire body goes completely still. His chest even stops moving as if he's stopped breathing. He stays like that for a long moment, long enough for me to worry that he's going to pass out if he doesn't take a breath.
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p; I scream when he stands up without warning, holding me in his arms. Water sluices off us, falling in a flood all around the bathtub. I barely have time to fling my arms around his neck before he's climbing out of the tub and grabbing a towel to drape around me.
"Where are we going?" I ask through laughter as he stomps through the bathroom, his brows furrowed like he's concentrating really hard on something. He does that a lot. Gets so focused on his goal that everything else ceases to exist for him. It's adorable.
"To get your ring." He sits me on the edge of the bed and kisses me hard on the mouth. "Do you still have the key?"
"Oh. Um." I glance around the bedroom but don't see it. I must have dropped it in the living room. I kind of lost track of it when he started kissing me. Actually, I think I lost track of everything when he started kissing me. My brain fogged over, the whole world narrowing down to just the two of us. I hop up and scurry toward the living room, smiling when he groans like I'm torturing him.
I love that he loves my body and makes no secret of it. He always used to look angry when he first spotted me every morning. Like he was annoyed with me for some reason. I know that's not the case now. He wasn't angry with me. He was fighting himself for control. He said jealousy eats him alive when other men look at me. That probably shouldn't make me love him more, but it does.
I find the key in the floor in the living room and scoop it up.
By the time I make it back to my bedroom, he's already pulling his slacks on.
I stop walking and shamelessly ogle him. His body really is incredible. The little trail of hair that disappears into his waistband sends heat twisting through me. My nipples harden.
He smirks at me like he knows exactly what I'm thinking about. I don't care though. For the first time in months, I feel like I'm allowed to think about him that way. I'm allowed to look at him and fantasizing about his hands on my body. Except I don't have to rely on dreams any longer. I know how good he feels on top of me. How big he feels when he's inside me. How incredible I feel when he's making love to me.
"You better get clothes on if you want your ring, sweet girl. Otherwise, I'm going to have you on your back again in about two seconds," he says, raking his heated gaze up and down my body. His eyes linger on my breasts and then on my mound. He licks his lips like he's remembering the way I taste on them.
I dart toward the closet when he takes a step in my direction. He chases after me, which has me screaming with laughter.
"No panties!" he yells when I slam the door closed before he can get his hands on me.
"Worry about yourself!" I yell back, laughing. God, I love that we get to have this. It's like the last two months never happened and we're right back to where we were before, when we teased each other and laughed and were friends. Except it's better this time. Because I belong to him now.
He's cum in me so many times at this point, I could already be pregnant with his baby. Or at least working on it. He's determined to get me pregnant as soon as possible.
I quickly pull on a bra and a gray maxi dress that hangs off one shoulder.
The door opens while I'm shimmying it on over my head.
"Pack a bag, sunshine," Dominic orders me, leaning up against the doorjamb. "I want you in my bed tonight."
"Okay," I agree easily enough, eager to see where he lives. I grab an overnight bag from the back of the closet and throw a few things into it. We're supposed to work tomorrow, so I grab stuff for work even though I'm not sure if we'll actually make it there or not. I barely managed to keep my hands off him long enough for him to call someone to come pick up all the flowers and deliver them to the nursing home a few blocks over.
His brows furrow, his lips twisting into a frown as he watches me pack. "When is your lease up here?"
"Um, not for a few months."
He steps into the closet and tugs the bag from my hands before grabbing an armload of my dresses and shoving them inside. He doesn't even fold them. He just crams them in the bag all willy-nilly, probably wrinkling them all up.
"Hey!"
He holds the bag out of my reach and grabs several bras to add to the bag. He starts to zip it and then frowns and reaches into my panty drawer. He snags two pairs. His hand lands on my vibrator. He lifts it out of the drawer, his gaze bouncing from me to it and then back again.
My cheeks blaze with heat.
"You use this often, sweet girl?" he asks, his voice husky.
"Sometimes."
"Liar. I bet you've been using it as much as I've been jacking my cock," he says, smirking at me like he knows that I've used it almost nightly for months now. "You going to let me use it on you?"
"Maybe."
"You going to let me watch you use it?"
"Maybe."
His eyes light up. He shoves it into the bag, zips it up and then snags my hand, pulling me out of the closet.
"Wait!" I giggle, pulling away from him when he tries to pick me up. "I need shoes for work."
"Sunshine, we both know you're just going to kick them off at your desk and put on your little pair of flats. You do it every day."
"So?" I huff, ducking under his arm to grab three pairs of my favorite heels. "I like shoes. They're pretty."
"You're pretty in them. You need anything from the bathroom?"
"My toothbrush, shampoo, conditioner, razor, and makeup."
He shakes his head, smiling, but he follows me to the bathroom. "You don't need makeup, Summer. You're beautiful. Besides, we can come get the rest of your shit this weekend."
"The rest of my stuff?" I drain the bathtub and toss a towel down to soak up all the water on the floor before I grab a toiletries bag out of the cabinet and start putting all the stuff I need into it.
"Yeah," he says, watching me in the mirror. "I'm not waiting a few months before you move in. Fuck that. We'll pay to break your lease early."
It's my turn to go completely still. I'm pretty sure I even stop breathing. He wants me to move in with him. Like…right now.
"I'm not sure if I can afford to do that." I might be able to do it, but I need to crunch the numbers. I can't think right now though. He just knocked my world out of orbit.
"We can afford it, sweet girl. I'm not spending months without you in my bed," he growls. "We've already spent too fucking much time apart. I need you with me so I know you're safe. Besides, I know you want it too." He drops my bag to the floor and prowls toward me, backing me up into the vanity. He looms over me, all bossy and sexy.
"I do, but I can't just move in with you after one day, Dominic." Doing that would be crazy…right? I really want to do it even if it is nuts. I've been sure about him since I met him. That's not ever going to change.
"You can. Don't you want me to take care of you when you wake up moaning my name at night, sweet girl?"
"Yes," I breathe.
"Don't you want my cum inside you while you sleep?"
"Uh huh."
"Don't you want to pass out on top of me after I make you cum over and over?"
I bob my head this time. I do want that. So bad.
"Then move in with me," he says, though it's more of a demand than a request. He blocks me in, placing his hands on either side of the vanity. His lips brush my forehead and them across my lips. "I've been sleeping without you for long enough. Don't make me tie you to my bed to keep you in it, Summer. I'm fucking desperate enough to do it."
My core clenches and I whimper.
"You like that thought." He rocks his hips forward until his erection nudges my stomach. "Fuck, sweet girl. You're going to wreck me, you know that? Just thinking about you tied to my bed has me ready to cum again."
"Me too."
His eyes darken, his nostrils flaring. "Tell me you'll move in with me and I'll give it to you."
"Okay."
"You're going to move in?"
I nod.
"Fuck," he breathes, ripping at the zipper of his pants. As soon as they're undone, he picks me up, wrapping my legs ar
ound his waist. His lips land against mine and he's inside me again, fucking me up against the bathroom wall.
It's messy and quick and perfect.
For the first time in months, everything is finally perfect.
"Are you nervous?" Dominic asks, bringing my hand to his lips to kiss my ring as we wait at a red light down the street from the office. Ever since he put his grandma's ring on my finger in the middle of the night, he can't seem to stop touching it, stop touching me.
I don't blame him. I can't stop looking at it on my finger, can't believe we're together. When I left the office yesterday, my heart was broken. Today, it's overflowing with joy. Dominic loves me. I still feel him between my legs. His ring is on my finger. I don't think I've ever been this happy before.
The ring is a beautiful French-cut emerald and diamond halo ring in a vintage white gold setting. The center stone is diamond, with alternating emerald and diamonds all around it. It's breathtaking, and probably costs a small fortune. I'm a little afraid I'm going to lose it, but I love it so much. It's unique, something I will cherish forever because I know how much it means to him.
He slipped it on my finger and then stripped me naked before dragging me into his giant bed…well, I guess it's our giant bed now since I agreed to move in with him. I don't think his grandma would like knowing he used my body as a shot glass for her thousand-dollar whiskey. I liked it though. Her wicked grandson really liked it.
"A little bit," I confess, butterflies dancing through my stomach when the light changes and we roll through the intersection. It's bright and sunny out today, the sun hanging directly overhead. It's already mid-afternoon, but Dominic wants to stop by the office to finish a few things. Mostly I think he wants to go in so I can unpack my stuff in my office. He's mentioned it like five times. I'm worried once everyone knows we're together, they won't be as open with me as they always have been in the past. "I don't want anyone to start treating me differently just because we're together."
