"Now I'm going to fuck you," he says, positioning himself at my entrance. "Gonna pound this pussy until you can't remember your own fucking name."
He pushes into me, filling me completely, and I yell out at the sudden fullness. He is so deep, stretching me, and it feels so fucking good that I can barely breathe, let alone talk as I drift off to another planet.
"Fuck, you're tight," he moans, his hands gripping my thighs. "This pussy feels so good wrapped around my cock."
He fucks me with hard, deep strokes, his hips slamming against mine. Both are covered in sweat and exhaustion. Dom balances himself above me, watching my tits as they jiggle with every move, mesmerized, before leaning down to capture one nipple in his mouth.
"Oh god," I moan, unsure of how much more I can cope with. He sucks my nipple, his teeth grazing the sensitive peak, and I go wild. "Yes, fuck me harder."
He releases my nipple and wraps his hand around my throat, squeezing just enough to make me gasp. The pressure on my throat combined with his cock pounding into me is overwhelming, and my eyes roll back in my head. I swear I’m about to pass out with another orgasm.
"You love being choked while I fuck you, don't you?" he growls. "Love being used like a little fuck-toy."
"I love it, I love your cock, please don't stop."
Dom squeezes my throat harder, his other hand moving between my legs, rubbing the nub in hard circles. This is gonna be a bigger orgasm than the last, possibly life threatening.
"Cum on my cock," he says. "Show me what a good little whore you are."
Those words trigger my body with devastating force. My whole body convulses, my pussy clamping down on his cock likea vice. I try to scream but I can’t with his hand on my throat, and the lack of air only intensifies the pleasure.
"Fuck yes," he groans, his thrusts becoming erratic. "That's it, squeeze my cock. Milk every drop of cum out of me."
He lets go of my throat and thrusts one last time before his cock pulses as he fills me with his release. I can feel him throbbing inside of me, his hot cum flooding my pussy. So fucking satisfying.
Dom collapses on top of me, both of us breathing hard, our bodies wet with sweat. He is still inside me, still semi-hard, as I wrap my legs around his waist, holding him close.
"Fuck," he breathes against my neck. "That was intense."
"Yeah," I lazily agree, my fingers tracing the hickeys I've left on his neck and shoulders. "Those women can look all they want. But you're always coming home with me."
Dom chuckles, pressing a kiss to my sore throat. "Always," he says. "Maybe we should get you jealous more often.”
"It's fucked up, Dom, how toxic we are."
"We're definitely fucked up."
I kiss his shoulder, right over one of the bite marks. "I love it though."
"Me too."
We lay for a while, enjoying the calm after an eventful evening.
"Eight pieces sold," I say to the ceiling.
"I counted, thirty-two thousand dollars."
"And Berlin wants the work."
"Yeah."
"I was right there listening to them talk about me and who they think I am."
"What did they say?"
"They have no idea. They're making up theories that I’m a famous artist using a pseudonym, in witness protection, apsychiatric patient. None of them are even close, it’s quite laughable how extreme their theories are."
Dom chuckles beside me, rolling me over until I’m cuddling into his side, stroking my back.
