“Nicolas!”
“Shut up,” I snarl into her ear. “Open your fucking legs.”
She does, but it’s not enough. I need more. I need to punish her for touching what’s mine. For making me like it. Want it. For making me break my own fucking rule.
I pull out, ignore her whine by dragging her off. I shove her around. Bend her over the cushion. Her flimsy skirt is tossed over her back and I can’t breathe.
White noise screams between my ears as I stare at her full, firm ass parted by a thin, useless piece of string in bright, devil red. It taunts me. Begs me to bunch my fingers around and snap it off her soaked cunt.
Isla cries out and I smack her right cheek. Hard. So fucking hard my cock weeps when she howls and flails, and a perfect print of my hand blooms on her soft skin.
“I said shut up, Isla.” I’m practically wheezing like I just ran a marathon. My hands are shaking as I fist her hair and wrench her head back. Her filthy, dripping panties get shoved into her mouth. “Shut your fucking mouth,” I pant into her ear while I force my fingers back in her hole. “Can’t convince people you’re not a dirty whore when you’re bent over letting me finger bang your pussy.”
She makes a choked sound of such pleasure I nearly forget she’s not supposed to be enjoying this. But she’s pulsing and writhing against my hand. Her slit is pulling me deeper. She pushes up onto her elbows, resting her mound on the textured cushion and I realize her game when she rocks back into my hand.
It’s hard not to think I’ll never look at this couch again without thinking of this moment. Of Isla spread wide, humping the armrest while I force a third finger inside her.
She takes it with a muffled whine.
And, God, she feels so good. So hot and wet.
I squeeze my cock through my pants to calm the pain but she’s bucking and making those sounds.
My dick is out before I can fathom how. The head replaces my fingers and Isla cries with pleasure and fucks the sofa harder while I grab her hips and let her ride my head.
I won’t cum in her, I tell myself. It’s fine if I don’t fill her. I just want to feel her sucking my head. Want to feel how soaked she is on my dick.
“Nick!”
I’m too late to catch the signs when she cums. I’m caught in the erratic bouncing of her hips and can’t stop when my body instinctively releases with her.
“Fuck!”
Shit.
It’s so much. Thick ropes drowning her in my seed. It spills past the ring I’m still corking and stains Macie’s couch. It oozes out with my withdrawal. It puddles in a white glob I have to resist scooping up and putting back inside her.
Does this count as fucking? Did I just fuck Isla? I might not have gone the whole way, but I’m inside her. Spilling out of her.
Panting, I shove my satisfied cock back into my pants and reach for her. Without the red haze of madness blinding me, I’m less certain about what I’ve done.
Isla’s soft, sweet face peers up at me with eyes so trusting it cuts to my soul. A strip of red dangles from between her lips and I nearly groan.
Without looking away, I hook the cloth and free her panties. They’re tucked into my pocket for later.
Neither of us says a word.
We don’t have to when the figure in the door speaks.
“I was gone for two minutes.”
Chapter Five
?Isla?
Dominic pushes off the doorframe and strolls lazily around the neat cluster of furniture to come stand beside me. I’m too aware of everything.
Every hum of the refrigerator from down the hall.
