“What the—” Dom jumps away from the noise.
I turn and leave.
Message delivered.
Except booming laughter follows me. And it makes me more furious.
And when hot tears fill my eyes, I get even madder.
He’s laughing. And I’m dying inside.
“Wife!” Dom shouts after me.
My inhale is choppy. “Fuck you!”
I have one foot out of the bedroom, wondering if Rob will take me if I ask to leave, when a large wet body collides with my back.
I’m so worked up the shock makes me scream.
“Oh, you’ll fuck me, alright.” Dom lifts me, just like he did this morning, and backs us into the bedroom.
“Get off me!”
I hear him kick the door shut. “No.”
I struggle, but his arms are solid muscle, and his hold doesn’t budge. “Put me down.”
“You don’t hate me.” He walks us straight to the bed, then throws me down. I land on my stomach, but before I can roll over, he’s on top of me. His still-sopping-wet body presses into mine. “You want to.” I try to push up, but he snags my wrists and holds them together in one of his large hands above my head. “But you can’t. Because part of you loves me, Angel. Part of you fucking craves me.”
It’s hard to breathe. But not from the weight of his body. It’s from the weight of his words.
“I don’t love you.” The emotion in my voice makes me question my own words.
I don’t love him.
But I want to.
Teeth scrape against the side of my neck. “Not yet, Mama. But you will.” His hips rock against my ass. “Now let me see how wet that hot little slit is for me.”
He roughly slides his free hand down my side, over my hip, and down to the hem of my skirt.
That movement alone is enough.
I’m already ready for him.
The weight on my back disappears. Then he yanks the tight skirt up and over my hips, showing him the little black thong I wore all day.
“Fuck.”
I try to push up again. But then his weight is back, and my hands are back above my head.
“Get off me,” I pant.
“No.” Dom is breathing just as heavily as I am. And I can feel his naked body against mine.
“I don’t want to fuck you,” I lie.
He chuckles against my hair as his hips lift.
He pulls aside my thong, and the head of his cock nudges against my slippery entry.
“That’s fine,” he groans. “I’ll fuck you.”
His hips thrust forward, and he buries his length inside me.
My mouth opens in a silent cry.
I’m so full.
So fucking full.
Feeling him inside me again is too much and not enough.
“Just take it.” He slides his cock almost all the way out before shoving it back in. “Take me like the good little wife I know you are.”
I turn my face into the mattress so he can’t see it as I arch my back, letting him in farther.
“God.” Dominic slams into me. “Tell me you love it. Tell me you love when my cock is buried inside you.”
I shake my head.
Dom’s exhale tickles over the back of my neck. “Your pussy is fucking dripping for me.”
His hips never stop. And he’s sliding in and out of me so easily because he’s right. I am fucking dripping for him.
“I love it,” I say into the mattress.
His length slides out of me, and I try to lift my ass to follow him, needing him.
Dom uses his grip on my wrists and a hand on my hip to flip me onto my back.
His eyes are blazing.
“Say it again.” He tears my thong off, then shoves my legs apart.
I shake my head.
Dom leans over me, holding my hands back up over my head. His other hand is between us, lining his cock up with my entrance. “Say. It. Again.” He fills me to the hilt.
“I love it,” I cry. “I love your cock, you stupid bastard.”
Dom falls onto me, crashing his mouth to mine.
He lets go of my hands, and my arms and legs instinctually wrap around him.
I missed this.
I missed him.
I pull at him, needing him closer, needing the taste of him.
He grips my side, then tugs at the material of my shirt.
“Off,” Dom says into my mouth.
We both reach for my shirt. And I hear a tear as Dom rips it up over my head.
Dom slams as deep as he can go, a hand behind my back, undoing my bra.
He’s too good at this.
Then I think of the woman downstairs, and I claw my fingernails down his back.
But he doesn’t recoil. He groans.