“Neither do you,” he murmured back.
Domino kissed my inner thigh, lined himself up, and slid in me slowly, deeply, and bare, like I was his and he hadeveryright.
I gripped his shoulders. “Faster!” I commanded.
“Nah.”
“Domino,” I sheepishly pleaded.
“You gon’ take this dick my way,” he said, pushing it all the way in.
My hands slid over his shoulders and down his back. “Mmm... I hate you.”
“You love this dick though.”
“I do,” I grinned.
“I know,” he boasted.
Domino moved in a steady rhythm, watching the way my lips parted, and the way my eyes fluttered when he went deeper.
“Why you feel so damn good, girl? You got me thinking ‘bout you even when I’m trying to forget,” he admitted, grinding into me slowly with thick strokes, each one heavy and intentional.
I didn’t answer… I couldn’t.
My eyes rolled, and my legs shook. When Domino kissed me, it wasn’t just dick I felt; it was everything I was trying not to say and everything I’d never said to anybody else. I was close, and so was he.
Seconds later, he nutted deep inside me, growling against my neck, as we reached the edge together. Domino buried himself deep, staying there, holding me in a way that suggested he wasn’t ready to let go. His breathing was heavy against my skin while my body trembled in his arms.
In that moment, I knew that wasn’t just a mistake; it was something I wasn’t going to be able to walk away from… even if I wanted to.
