“Well, you get to know the man, not the boy.” He grips my hips, holding me in place, then reaches between us, lining himself up with my entrance. “The man is much better, trust me. Especially since meeting you.”
I roll my hips, taking him in inch by glorious inch each time, taking my breath away as he fills me up. The sting from earlier when he ravished me is still there, but only adding to the pleasure as he stretches me again.
He circles my nipples with my thumbs. “You’re gonna be my wife.”
“Is that a proposal, hunter?”
“When I propose, you’ll know about it, but in the meantime, do you know who you belong to?”
“Yes, I do.” I pant out the words. I’d say anything like this; in ecstasy with each thrust of his pelvis and each roll of my body, hitting that spot that makes my back arch. “I want you, Dom.”
“What was that? You want me to be your Dom?” He gently grips my throat in his large hand and brings my face crashing onto his lips. I smile against his mouth. “All you had to do was ask. My little red fox wants to submit to me.”
I swat his chest. “I will never submit to you. Stop messing around. You’re spoiling the moment.”
“What moment’s that? The one where I fuck you from the bottom or the one where I carry you to bed and make love to you?”
“I like the sound of the latter.”
Holding my thighs, he lifts me with him, and I wrap my legs around his waist. I know he must be straining to carry me, but he doesn’t show it. I cling to him like a koala clings to trees. His large hands squeeze my cheeks as he carries me through the kitchen to the bedroom.
He lays me on the bed, then climbs on top, kissing my neck and whispering beautiful filthy words into my ear. “I’m gonna show you exactly how I feel about you, Red. You and this precious cunt of yours.”
I spread my legs as wide as I can, rocking my hips to seek the friction I need. “I want to show you, too, Dom.”
“Baby, you already have.” He pushes inside me with a deep, guttural groan vibrating up his throat.
I gasp as I do each time he fills me. “Dom. Just like that. Dominic.”
“I love how you call my name, Poppy.” He holds his weight above me, his arms either side of my head as he grinds into me, slow, but long, hard strokes, rubbing against my clit with each push. His forearms shake. I know he’s struggling to keep control, but he does for me, because I wanted it slow tonight.
I want to cherish my time with him, find his softer side, because the hunter isn’t the only thing he is. There’s so much more of him to uncover. I want to know Dominic the man, and learn everything about him. I’ll take it all, the man, the hunter, and the beast.
“Red, you’re killing me here, baby. I’m gonna need you to cream my dick up real soon.” His voice strains. He’s hanging on to his control by a thread.
“All right.” My hips lift to meet his tender thrusts. Having him inside me like this with his face hovering above mine, kissing my lips, my nose and every other part of me, showering me with adoration, is everything I’ve ever wanted in a man. It’s something I’ve never experienced until now. He says I’m his, but he’s mine. Mine to love and mine to take care of.
I open my eyes to stare into his, wanting to take care of this man as much as he takes care of me. “You never ate your sandwich.”
His look is deadly serious. “You’re thinking about food at a time like this, woman?”
I gulp. I was thinking of taking care of my man, but I’m not about to tell him that.
He pulls out of me. “Fuck that slow shit. On your knees. Now.”
I scramble to obey, moving onto all fours. Dom’s sinister grin has my body trembling, but my core pulsing. “I’m sorry, I was just—”
His fingers hold my chin. “Give me your mouth.”
I lift my head to kiss him, but he kneels in front of me, then pushes my head down. “Suck.”
I lick the tip, tasting myself mixed with his own salty flavour. Like a sweet and salty dessert. His fingers tangle in my hair, tugging and fisting as he holds my head in place, working himself further into my mouth until I gag.
“Oh Red, you’re gonna choke on it more than that, baby.” He smirks as he withdraws, then stuffs me again, hitting the back of my throat. “You could have had it nice and slow, but clearly you were bored out of your fucking mind.”
“I whsthmmh.” Saliva drips down my chin as I try to speak with a mouthful of cock.
“And there was me, having a moment, trying to keep my shit together while you’re thinking about fucking sandwiches.” His fist tugs harder on my hair. “Look at me while you suck it.”
