Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26605 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26605 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
“Look at yourself,” I groan, my chest vibrating against her back as the tips of my fingers graze the lips of her cunt, coming away with wetness. I nudge her heels with my feet, needing more room to work and widening her stance. “So beautiful, and you were going to try and deny us this.” My lips press against the pulse point at her neck. She tilts up, giving me more room to work with. My eyes meet hers in the reflection—dark, heavy-lidded, and burning so hot for me.
“Don’t close your eyes,” I command gruffly. “I want you to see what I’m doing to you. I want you to see how I’m going to take care of you.” I slide my hand up the length of her arm, my calloused palm tracing each inch until I’m near her shoulder before slipping down to cup her breast. “Can’t wait to have this in my mouth.” I roll the pebbled tip between my fingers, pulling on her nipple, watching as her eye close and her lips purse on a hushed sigh. I don’t tell her she’s breaking the rules. Instead, I keep working one nipple and then the other, moving back and forth between the two as her breathing turns ragged.
“Dom.” My name is a gasping plea.
“I’ve got you, Cory,” I whisper. My fingers dip lower. The tips rasps over her clit, feeling the tight bud come to life. Christ, how I wish it were my tongue doing the work, her fingers digging into the back of my head as her heels press into my back while she begs for more. Her eyes open for the barest of moments, and that’s when I sink two fingers into her hot cunt. The best part is that she watches. My thumb goes to work in slow, tight circles, fingers thrusting in and out, figuring out what makes her tick.
“Ah!” She arches her back, ass hitting my cock and moving up and down.
“Need you to watch, Cory,” I remind her, slowing my strokes down but making a deliberate upward motion that makes her hips twitch, seeking more pressure. She forces her eyelids open, looking at her form. She’s flush from her cheeks to her chest, and it makes my jaw clench because I’m fighting my own restraint. “The next time I have you like this, it’ll be with me naked, my cock buried inside this sweet cunt and you pressed against the mirror. The imprint of your body won’t ever be wiped away, either. Every time we walk into this closet, we’ll see the outline, and it’ll make you pussy wet and my cock hard.”
“Dom.” Her head drops forward. Fine with me. I know exactly the view she’s getting, which is why I slide another finger inside her, stretching her to prepare her to take my cock.
“You’re so wet for me.” Her hand leaves the mirror to grip the back of my head, using me for purchase. My fingers glide in and out, mimicking a slow, rhythmic roll that’s as deep as I can get. At the same time, I maintain a wicked and relentless motion on her clit. “Tell me you’re mine, Cory.”
“Dom, please, I’m... I’m so close.” She cries out, her voice breaking. Every slide of my fingers, every slick sound of our joined bodies, and it’s only getting better.
“Tell me,” I reiterate, keeping her on the edge.
“I’m yours.” Her eyes open for a moment before slamming shut again.
“Fuck yes, you are.” My eyes lock on every part of her, and I don’t slow down. I push harder, thumb circling faster, driving her right to the edge. “Christ, Cory. Come for me, baby.” Her head lifts up, eyes locking on mine, and a violent shudder ripples through her body.
“Dom!” A loud uninhibited cry is torn from her chest. I don’t stop. I ride the wave right along with her, my fingers never stopping between her legs or working her tight nipples. I milk every last drop of pleasure from her trembling body before wrapping my arm around her waist, pulling her damp back flush against my chest while she catches her breath.
CHAPTER TWELVE
corinne
I’m still reeling from the orgasm Dom just dominated my body with. Never in my life have I ever experienced anything that hot. In front of the mirror, watching him watch me, it’s a moment I’ll never forget, and his promise about taking me against it, I want it. God, I want it all, with him. I’m well aware that I gave in probably entirely too fast when it comes to Dominic Mercer, but you try and live with him for twenty-four hours, then come talk to me.
Dom’s grip loosens even though I’m still trembling. The aftershock of my epic orgasm vibrates through my nerve endings, but the sight of him in the mirror, fully clothed, breathing hard, his gaze dark and predatory, sparks a new, feral hunger deep within my chest.