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"Squirt for me again and I'm going to fill your ass with my cum," he says, his voice a near-growl that vibrates through me.

I can only nod, completely beyond coherent speech. The sensation becomes unbearable again, and I try to relax, but my body doesn't listen. Instead, it tenses up, begins shaking, trying to escape the overwhelming pleasure. But he holds me firmly in place, and another rush leaves me.

I manage to look down where we're connected and see it spraying across his abs as he fucks me even harder. Then I look up at his face and the expression I see there steals my breath—like I'm the most beautiful, erotic thing he's ever witnessed. His eyes meet mine, dark with passion and something deeper.

"Good girl," he says, his voice thick with emotion. "My fucking good girl."

He removes the toy, throwing it across the bed. Then he's lifting one of my legs over his arm while his other hand goes to my ass, lifting it higher. Something in him snaps, and he loses all control, fucking me like a man possessed. The sounds of our moans, my cries, and wet skin slapping together fill the room, creating an erotic symphony that pushes us both further.

"Fuck, Skye, I can't... fuck!" he roars, his body stiffening as he empties himself inside me.

The feeling of his release triggers another small orgasm that ripples through me, gentler than the others but no less profound. We stay connected, both gasping for breath, his weight pressing me into the mattress in a way that feels safe rather than constricting.

Eventually, he rolls to the side, taking me with him so I'm cradled against his chest. His fingers trace lazy patterns on my back as our breathing gradually slows. The room smells of sex and sweat and us, and I've never felt more deliciously used in my life.

"You're incredible," he murmurs against my hair, pressing a tender kiss to my temple.

"I've never..." I trail off, not even sure how to describe what just happened to me.

His chest rumbles with a satisfied chuckle. "I know, baby. First time squirting?"

I bury my face in his neck, embarrassment returning now that the haze of pleasure is fading. "I didn't know that was a real thing. I thought it was just in porn."

"Very real," he says, tilting my chin up so I have to look at him. "And incredibly sexy. Never be embarrassed about how your body responds to pleasure."

The tender moment stretches between us, his eyes searching mine as if looking for something specific. Whatever he finds makes him smile, a real one that transforms his entire face, making him look younger and more carefree than I've ever seen him.

Chapter Forty-Five

Skye

I untangle myself from Dom, needing to pee so bad it's practically an emergency. When I roll over and tap my phone, the screen lights up: 10:18. Oh God, we slept late. After last night, though, I needed it. We showered together after the most amazing sex of my life, and he changed the sheets while I was finishing up in the bathroom. Then he held me while we talked into the early morning, and at some point, we passed out.

I tiptoe to the bathroom and pee for what feels like forever, relief washing through me. When I quietly go back into his room, reality hits—I only have my dress from last night. That's not going to work for sneaking back downstairs. I grab a shirt from his drawer and throw it on. It reaches just below mid-thigh. This will work until I can change in my room and hopefully go back to sleep for a little longer.

I sneak a glance at Dom, still asleep, looking so peaceful and sexy with the sheet riding low on his waist. Part of me wants to climb back in bed and fuck him again, but my body needs rest, and I need to get back to my room before Harper comes home today.

With my clothes bundled in my arms, I sneak out of his room and quietly make my way down the stairs. The house is silent, peaceful. I've almost made it past the second floor when a door opens and Harper walks out.

She stops in her tracks when she sees me, her mouth open like she was about to say something. Her eyes take me in—sneaking down the stairs in nothing but her dad's shirt, my clothes clutched in my hands, hair so messy there's no denying I've been thoroughly fucked.

"Skye, please tell me you're not sleeping with my dad." Her voice is quiet, almost pleading.

"I, uh—" I start to say, but then look down, not sure what to say. The silence confirms everything.

"Oh my God. You are!" she yells, her volume rising with each word. "How long have you been fucking him?" she demands, eyes flashing with hurt and betrayal.

"I'm sorry," I say, looking back up at her, my heart pounding so hard I can feel it in my throat. "I didn't mean for it to happen⁠—"

She holds up her hand, stopping me mid-sentence. "Skye, I can't look at you right now. I can't believe you would do this." She's yelling again, her voice echoing through the hallway.

"I'm so sorry," I say, and the floodgates open. Tears spill down my cheeks, hot and uncontrollable. "Harper, I'm so sorry⁠—"

Her gaze suddenly shifts, directing her attention behind me, her expression hardening into a glare.

"What's wrong?" Dom says from behind me, his words dying off when he sees me and Harper standing there, the situation unmistakable. "Fuck. Harper, I'm sorry," he says, his voice heavy.

Harper looks between us, her eyes widening in disbelief. "Seriously? Both of you? Behind my back?"