“What do you want, baby girl? You have to say it.”
“I want you inside me,” I tell him.
“Say it again,” he demands as he strokes himself again. I wish it was my hand, my mouth, or my pussy instead.
“I want your cock inside me, Dom,” I purr, and he groans, his mouth going slack.
“Good girl,” he says before running the tip of his dick from my clit, teasing it before dragging it down to my opening.
He looks at me, his eyes the color of a storm just before the crack of thunder. I’ve noticed his eyes before, but never like this. I notice a new scar across the line of his jaw. It’s deep.
He drives himself inside me.
“Oh God, yes!” I cry out as my hair falls back and my back arches off the seat.
“Fuck me, you feel so good,” he grits out before grinding into me again.
We find a rhythm, and he thrusts in and out, harder and faster each time.
For a moment, it’s almost too much.
He’s too big and thick.
But I don’t want him to stop.
He can’t stop.
That’s when all the blood rushes through my thighs, and I start to quiver around him. “I’m going to come, Dom,” I say.
“Do it,” he growls. “Fucking come on me.”
The orgasm radiates through me, and everything goes bright white as I ride out wave after wave.
Then, just when I think I can’t take anymore, he groans.
“Ah, fuck me,” he gasps as his jaw unhinges and his eyes close shut.
As he unravels, he reaches for the edges of the seat, needing something to grab onto as it overtakes him.
But when he does, he knocks the wig off.
And suddenly reality comes crashing back.
Dominic rolls back over to the driver’s seat as gracefully as a six-foot three man can, leans his head back, and shuts his eyes.
There’s no time for cuddling.
I’ve got to get out of here.
I open the door, hop out of the car, and make sure my wig is on good without saying a word to him.
I don’t want to be rude, but I don’t know what to say anyway.
I can’t risk him recognizing me.
So I dash into my apartment and slam the door, locking it behind me.
It isn’t until I hear the engine of his car roaring down the street that I let out the breath I was holding.
