“Is that sanitary?” I gasp when he cups me between my legs.
“It is if we don’t tell anyone.”
It feels so good, and we’re both still fully dressed, though, imagining him naked is sending me into a tailspin. “I’ve never, uh, done it on a countertop before.”
“Because you’re Miss Susie Creamcheese, that’s why.”
I laugh. “I am not!”
He nips my neck with his teeth, and the sensation goes straight between my legs. “Fine. Let me make you come with my fingers, then I’ll use my mouth, then I’ll carry you upstairs and fuck you in your bed. Or does my girl have something else in mind?”
His dirty mouth. It’ll be the death of me.
I know the second he peels my panties back, I’m a goner. I’m already so wet it’s embarrassing, but I think he’s waiting for my go ahead.
“Take me any way you want,” I whisper.
His eyes darken somehow, his jaw steels, and I know he likes it when I tell him what I want. I may have a hard time doing that, but I’m sure with a little practice…
I widen my legs, and he slides my panties aside, touching me for the first time as I cling to him. “Oh, god,” I groan.
“Feel how wet you are for me. Feel how hard I am.”
He takes my hand, boldly placing it over his cock through his pants, and I almost combust. He’s thick and long, everything about him is superhero status, why would I expect anything less of his dick?
“Oh.” That’s all I can manage, along with; “You’re so big.”
He chuckles. “Don’t worry. I’m all about your pleasure, that’s what turns me on. The more I give you, the more turned on I get.”
Oh. He. Did. Not.
“You-you’re kidding, right?”
He shakes his head. “Nope.”
“What do they call that in romance books?”
His brow lifts again. “I have no clue, I’m not their intended demographic.”
“A pleasure Dom?” Just as I say it, he swipes his fingers through my heat, making my back immediately arch. He groans as he plays with me, circling my clit… it’s been so long.
“Your pleasure Dom is here to serve.” He grins. “I told you, your wish is my command.”
I keep stroking his cock that somehow seems to grow even more under my touch. He hisses when I squeeze his length, but I can’t concentrate. I’m close, and it’s only been half a minute.
“Brad,” I breathe. “I’m gonna…”
“Say it,” he growls.
I squeeze my eyes closed. “I’m gonna come.”
I swear he stands up a little straighter, his fingers working magic as I crumble. “Eyes on me.”
My eyes snap open, the heat rising in my cheeks as I combust. I keep my eyes on his, his stare only adding to my pleasure. He’s so fucking manly. I cry out his name, begginghim for more as my pleasure rides through me until I’m spent, slumping forward until my chin hits his chest. “Holy cow.”
“Oh, I’m not done with you yet, Baby Girl. I’m just getting started.”
Chapter Eighteen
