"Deep breath, baby," he warns before he bottoms out with a low grunt.
I cry out, arching my back and trying to adjust to the fullness and burn of having his entire cock buried inside me.
I feel like I'm going to burst at the seams.
"There you go," he growls, kissing the back of my neck. "You gonna behave now?"
I shake my head, delirious.
"Good."
His hips pull back slowly, then slam forward. I cry out again, forehead hitting the glass with a dull thud, breath fogging instantly.
"That's it," he growls. "Let me fucking hear you."
Another thrust. I gasp, legs flailing, toes barely brushing the floor as he holds me up with one arm and fucks me like I'm a toy that was made for this.
"You see them down there?" His voice is a filthy rasp in my ear. "The fucking vultures with their little cameras?"
He rams in again, and my body jerks against the glass. My pussy feels like it's being split open in the best way possible.
"They're waiting for a story." His hips hit my ass with a slap. "Waiting for a headline."
He thrusts deep, circling his hips to hit a spot that makes my eyes roll back. "And all they have to do is look up."
"Dom," I gasp, broken.
I feel him grin against my neck. "Oh, now you remember my name?" He thrusts in and out as my hands claw at the glass. "No Captain?"
He presses me into him while his cock stays buried inside me.
"You wanted to give me a show?" he says, his hand sliding up to wrap around my throat.
He squeezes, just enough for the pulse in my neck to throb under his palm.
I whimper, feeling the slow drag of his length as it slides halfway out.
"Is that what you want?" His voice turns low and taunting. "for me to be the poor bastard jerking off to the thought of fucking you stupid?"
I cry out, my body collapsing. He holds me up effortlessly, slamming into me again and again, his arm still wrapped around my middle.
"You think I wouldn't take this? Think I wouldn't have your perfect little face pressed up against the glass while I'm balls-deep in your little cunt?"
I choke on a whimper as he moves his hand from my throat and fists my hair. He gathers the strands tight, pulling my head back until I'm forced to look.
"Eyes forward," Dominic rumbles, lips right against my ear. "Look at us."
The glass reflects it all—my flushed face with my mouth open and eyes wide. Behind me, towering and relentless, him. His sharp gaze pins mine, his lips parted against my temple, and the sight of Dominic like this, paired with the deep thrusts of his cock, makes my high-pitched moan fog the glass in front of me.
"That's it," he murmurs, voice dropping into a gravel pit of praise and hunger. "Look how fucking beautiful you are like this."
His hips grind forward, drawing all sorts of sounds from me. My legs have long given up trying to hold me upright, but his arm is locked around my middle, keeping me up.
"Such a pretty face to go with such a sweet little cunt," he says, tone twisting into a taunt—dark, admiring.
I gasp at his obscene words, yet my pussy tightens aroundhim anyway.
"You take me so well," he whispers, trailing his tongue along my neck. "You know how long I've wanted to see this?"
