“What are you doing?” I ask, drawing in a sharp breath.
“First, satisfying my hunger. Then, I’ll quench my thirst,” he replies and positions the cup between my legs.
“I don’t under—”
Dom buries his face at the crux of my thighs and French kisses my clit. I grip his blond mane and bring him closer, rotating my hips frantically. He hauls my right leg over his shoulder, then inserts two fingers inside my damp channel. A tingling sensation sparks to life and quickly intensifies. The levee breaks and fluid gushes from my opening. Convulsions rock me to the core, catapulting me into a flat spin towards solid ground. I shout, crash landing in a sea of flames. Dom rises to his feet, holding the now full glass. He drinks the milky liquid while peering into my eyes. The risqué act increases my sexual desire for him. Dom is the master of eroticism, a title well deserved.
“Have a taste.” He tips the glass to my lips, and I greedily swallow the sweet elixir.
He puts the glass in the sink, then hoists me on top of the counter.
“We can’t. Lester—”
“Fuck Lester,” he snarls, undoing the closure of his jeans and freeing his erection.
“Not now, please.”
“Your pussy is mine.” He impales my pulsating sheath to the hilt, then holds steady as slight tremors rack his body. “And I’ll take it whenever I want.”
“You… you make me…” I’m at a loss as to how to describe the fever he stokes in me.
“It’s a visceral reaction,” he rasps thickly.
“What?”
“That’s what you’re experiencing. It’s inherent… a compulsion that can’t be explained. It just is.”
“You said it wouldn’t be like this all the time.”
“It’s not supposed to be,” he says gutturally.
Dom hooks his arms underneath my knees and spreads me wide for his tantalizingly long strokes. I succumb to his devilish decadence, hopelessly ensnared by the potency of his sexuality. Our lips meet in a fervent kiss.
Tap tap tap.
Oh no… Lester.
“Let me answer,” I plead. “I’ll tell him I’m sick and can’t go.”
My request is met with silence.
The knock comes again. “Pepper?”
His pace doesn’t falter, as if my “date” isn’t outside my condo door waiting on me. My cell phone rings. I’m certain it’s Lester trying to get ahold of me. Dom carries me to the front door and bangs me against it so hard, my teeth clank together.
“Pepper, is that you?” Lester asks, jiggling the doorknob. “Are you okay?”
Dom locked it. Thank goodness for small favors. A prolonged inarticulate noise is torn from my throat as he bludgeons my tiny hole with ruthless thrusts. In the next instant, Dom throws open the door and unceremoniouslydumps me on the floor at Lester’s feet. He comes all over my hair and face.
“Pepper isn’t available. She’s too busy servicing my cock,” he says silkily.
Lester’s facial expression is comical, and if it weren’t for the circumstances, I would laugh. Cum trickles down my nose and drips onto my lips. Embarrassed, I scoot backwards.
“Have a nice night.” Dom shuts the door in his face.
“You… you fucking asshole!” I slap my hands across my mouth. I’ve never said a curse word in my life.
He smiles. “Damn, obscenities coming from you sound sexy as hell. Say more.”
