DOM: Alliance Series Book Three (17)

Dom makes a choking sound, and then he lets go of his hold on me so he can dedicate both hands to opening the shiny gold clasp between my breasts, popping my bra open.

“Christ, Mama, I’m gonna fuck you, alright.” He cups my breast, and his other hand lands in the middle of my spine, preventing me from falling backward when he leans down and sucks my nipple into his mouth.

“Oh my god!” The sudden pressure sends electricity shooting through my body, zapping down to my toes before it comes back up to pool between my legs.

My back arches.

I can feel the slickness building at my core, and it makes me squirm.

I’ve always been self-conscious of how turned on I get. How wet I get.

The kiss alone was enough to ready my body for him. And this…

Dom slides his tongue over my hardened nipple.

This has me dripping.

“Your tits are perfect.” Dominic moves to the other breast, proving he means it by sucking on the peak like it’s giving him life.

I start tugging at Dom’s shirt. “I wanna see them.” I try to get to his shirt buttons, but he’s bent over too far. “Please, Dom.” I keep my voice quiet, but I keep pulling at the shirt. “Can I see them?”

He lifts his head. “See what?”

He pinches my nipple, and I gasp. “Tattoos. I wanna see your tattoos.”

But I don’t wait for him to reply, because now that he’s sitting up, I’m already undoing his shirt.

Each button reveals another strip of skin, another strip of hard muscles and black ink.

Another button, and a skull stares up at me from Dom’s rising and falling chest.

Another button, and his defined stomach is revealed.

My fingers hurry through the last few, then I spread the material and press my hands against his tensed torso.

I knew he had muscles. You can see it when he’s fully clothed. But he’s exactly the type of man I dream of. Strong. Built. Big enough to make me feel small.

Bare hands grip my sides, and I realize he’s moved his hands inside my dress. “So soft.” He tightens his fingers, flexing, feeling. “So goddamn soft. So warm.”

I’m breathing so heavily, feeling sexier than I ever have.

Because he’s making me feel sexy.

“I need to get you ready, Angel.” Dom holds my gaze as he whispers to me in that deep voice. “I need you wet.”

But I’m shaking my head before he finishes.

“I’m so wet.” I breathe out the confession.

Fingers wrap around my nipple and squeeze.

My mouth drops open.

“I’m gonna check.” Dom lowers his hand from my breast, rotating his wrist so his fingers are pointed down when he cups my mound.

That contact is enough to send another spasm through my body. And Jesus, I’m ready.

Dominic traces the edge of my panties, moving along the crease of my thigh.

When his fingers are beside my entrance, he hooks them around the elastic and pulls the strip of fabric to the side.

That motion alone is enough for his knuckles to drag across my slit, covering him with my readiness.

He drops his face forward and presses his open mouth against my shoulder to muffle the sound. But I think it was the word fuck.

“I t-told you.”

Dom’s teeth scrape over my skin as he pulls his mouth back. “Take my cock out, Valentine. You’re fucking drenched and ready for it.”

A wave of pleasure rolls through my body.

I like hearing him talk like this.

I guess I like dirty talk.

My hands shake as I reach down toward his belt.

Dom strokes one finger up the length of my slit but doesn’t push in.

“I can’t wait to be inside you.” His finger slides the length again.

I pull his belt free from the buckle.

“I’m so tempted…” The first inch of his finger presses inside me. But he pulls it back out.

I whimper while I undo the button on his pants.

“But if I start now, you’ll be coming on my hand.” He traces his finger back up toward my clit.

I pull his zipper down.

“And I want you coming on my cock.”

I pull down the top of his boxers, and his dick pops free.

It’s so big and thick that it audibly slaps up against his hard stomach.

Dom slides his other hand down my back, down the crease of my ass, and keeps going until his fingertips touch below me. One hand in front and one behind.

“Hold my cock steady,” Dom demands as he lifts me.

He lifts me up and off his lap.

His thighs are so thick, and I’m so much shorter, that even on my knees, I can’t get the height I need to get his dick inside me.

So he’s lifting me. By the vagina. One hand on either side of my entrance, holding me open.

I keep one hand on the back of Dom’s neck, and with my other hand, I wrap my fingers around his rock-hard length.

It’s so smooth. So… appealing that I want to put it in my mouth.

As easily as if I were made of feathers, Dom moves my lifted body forward.

We both hold our breaths as we near. And we both suck in a breath when his tip bumps against my clit.

“Get me wet,” Dom demands.

I do as he says and rub the head of his cock along my slit, coating him with my wetness.