There’s nothing gentle about the way he’s fucking me with his fingers, the pressure building in my core, or the flames licking at my spine, but I don’t need him gentle. I need him just like this. Filling me up. Stretching me out with the perfect balance of pleasure and pain. I writhe against his hand, amazed by the way this man is breaking me down, ripping apart every wall I’ve ever put around my heart.
Dark eyes find mine, and I feel his smirk against my sex. He can see me struggling to keep my eyes open, to keep the moans clawing up my throat from escaping. I can’t tell if he’s proud or annoyed that my lips are still sealed and my eyes are still open even though they’re hazy with lust and desire. But it doesn’t matter, because I’m not going to lose this challenge. Ineedto see the pride and admiration shining in his eyes and hear the reverent, worshipful words he’ll bless me with when I come without making a sound.
In a move I can only assume is meant to crush my resolve, Dom doubles his efforts. His tongue flutters wildly over my swollen bundle of nerves as his fingers pound into me. And I’m so wet the sound of them moving in and out of me echoes in the car. I rock my hips, meeting every thrust, crushing myself to his sinful mouth and egging him on. When hecurls his fingers inside of me, pressing into my G-spot and massaging it with expert precision, it sends me right over the edge. My nails dig into the leather, and I bite my lip hard as pleasure rips through me.
“That’s it, angel,” I hear him whisper in between soft licks directly to my clit. “You’re so beautiful when you come for me. You’re doing such a good job of staying quiet.”
Oh God!I scream internally. His words add another layer of desire to the liquid heat rushing down my spine and spreading throughout my belly. I pant desperately as I pulse around his fingers, my orgasm going on and on. When I come back down, I release a shaky breath and collapse onto the seat while Dom fixes my panties and dress.
He grips my hips and slides me down to the edge of the seat then helps me sit up. The smile on his face is almost as satisfying as the orgasm he just gave me, and I lean forward and kiss him.
“It’s never enough for me either, angel,” he murmurs against my lips.
It takes me a second to process what he just said, but when I finally realize he’s referring to our conversation in the storage closet earlier today, I hum my agreement. Hearing that he can’t get enough of me makes me want to drag him into the back seat of this car and have my way with him, but I know that’s not going to happen.
“Well, once we get back to my place, you can have as much of me as you want.”
“Hmm. You’ve got yourself a deal, beautiful.” Dom stands and pulls me out of the car. “I’ll be right over after I stop by my place to check my mail and get some more clothes.”
“Are you sure it’s safe?” I wiggle my eyebrows to hide the actual worry I feel at the thought of Kristen popping up on him again, and he laughs.
“Yes, I got my key back the last time I was ambushed.” He reaches over and picks up the bag of food we dropped on the ground, inspecting the contents before setting it in my car.
“Still don’t know why you would give a woman with crazy eyes the keys to your house, but I’m going to let it slide for now.”
“You’re very gracious, angel. I’ll be sure to show you how much I appreciate it when I get back to the house.” He leads me around to the driver’s side and opens the door for me. As I climb inside, I feel his hand brush over the curve of my ass. “Have I told you how incredible you look in this dress today?”
“No, you didn’t.”
“Well, let me say it now.” He plants both of his hands on the roof of the car and looks down at me. “You look incredible in that dress, Sloane, but I want it gone when I get back. I need you naked and waiting by the door with your pussy still soaking wet for me.”
A fresh wave of arousal pools in my core, and I squirm in my seat, because the way he’s looking at me and the timbre of his voice as he issues another command I know I won’t hesitate to follow speaks to a part of me that only exists with him.
The part that feeds on his praise and thrives on his satisfaction.
The part that flourishes when he gives me mind-blowing orgasms and then makes me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world for having them.
“That won’t be a problem.”
Chapter 24
Sloane
Now
I didn’t lie to Dom when I said being wet and ready for him wasn’t going to be an issue for me. When I pull into my driveway, I’m more excited than I was when I left him standing in the parking lot with my taste still on his lips. I park my car and damn near sprint to my front door, ready to get into the house and strip out of my clothes for another amazing night in his arms, but my steps falter when I see a familiar form perched on my front step with her shoulders hunched and arms wrapped around her knees.
“Mal?” I drop down to her level, catching her face in my hands. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”
My heart is beating a mile a minute as I turn her face this way and that, checking for any signs that she’s been hurt. When I see there are only tears streaming down her face, I calm down but only by a little bit. My relief at seeing she isn’t physically hurt is quickly stomped out by white-hot rageat Chris. I told him to make this right. I warned him not to hurt her, but that’s exactly what he did. And now, he’s going to have to deal with me.
I pull her up from the steps and wrap my arms around her. “I’m going to kill him.”
Thankfully, she laughs through the tears she’s crying into my shoulder. The giggles just barely slip out between the soft sobs, but they’re there, and hearing them makes me feel marginally better about staying at the table with Dom while Chris went after her.
Dom! I need to text him and tell him not to come over.
“Mal, sweetie. Let’s go inside. I’ll warm up your leftovers and you can tell me exactly what the hell is going on with you and Chris.”
