Wetness dominates and my lips give a sensitive flutter as he climbs onto the end of the bed, the mattress creaking under his predator’s weight.
“Open your legs,” he snarls.
“Like this?” I moan, lifting them so they make a V-shape.
“Yes,” he groans, climbing between them, using one hand to prop himself up as he reaches down with the other.
I grab onto his shoulders, trying to dig my fingernails in as though if I don’t I might just soar away on the budding lust. But his shoulders are so hard I feel my fingernails bending against his unyielding muscles instead.
“Fuck, your body’s ready for me,” he breathes, his massive head brushing against my lips, making a little teasing entry before pulling back, and then inching in again, just a little, just enough to let my virgin body know it’s okay to release.
“Take it,” Dom moans. “Take all of it, Dallas.”
“Do it,” I urge him. “I want it. I want it bad. Give me everything you’ve got, Dom.”
“Are you sure?” he growls. “Once I feel your tight hot pussy around my base, I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop. You drive me feral.”
“I don’t want you to stop, ever,” I moan. “Do it. Take me. Please.”
Oh, God, he drives his hips and suddenly he’s plunged balls deep inside of me, the entire weight of him filling me up from the inside. I feel his hardness against my walls seeming to pump and pulse within my pussy.
I bite down and stare into his face, his eyes pinning me, their flaming need intensifying the—the—the pleasure.
Because, God, after the initial burst of discomfort, I feel something else flooding into me.
It’s like all my happiest moments are brimming in my lower half, as though a thousand messages are being directed to my pussy, as though all the heat of the world is down there.
“This is—amaze—amazing,” I whisper, struggling to speak.
“You feel perfect,” he snarls, thrusting harder now, in and out with a rhythm I try to match even as the bubbling euphoria threatens to throw me into another world.
“When you do that—fuck,” he snarls.
I keep angling my hips the way I was, sitting up a little now, rocking my body in motion with his as though we’re both riding a wave.
“Like this?” I moan.
“Keep doing that,” he snaps. “And push those tits together. Pinch your nipples like you’re making milk come out of them. Fucking—pinch—them.”
I grab my breasts and push them together, squeezing and kneading my flesh, tickling my nipples between my forefinger and thumb and feeling a swell of victory in me when I see how fixated Dom’s face is as though he’s being hypnotized by the movement.
And all the while his length is hammering into me, so passionately now the whole bed seems to be moving.
The room fills with my moans and his grunts and the glorious sound of our bodies giving themselves to each other.
I let go of my breasts and clasp his face in my hands, both of us gazing at each other as we seem to become one, a writhing beast squirming and gyrating together. The beast with two backs. I can finally make sense of that quote now.
We’re a single primal animal, engaged in some carnal dance as he slides his hands down my back and braces me, pulling me so that we’re both almost sitting up together, pumping in unison, the pleasure exploding and tearing a heavenly path through my womb and my clit and my lips and my soaked stretched hole.
“Do it,” he urges deeply. “Now, now.”
“I— I.”
I throw my head back and let out a singing moan as the orgasm flows through me. I collapse against Dom and feel his teeth on my neck, biting softly, and then a little harder as his own release pushes closer.
We writhe and moan together, our bodies sweaty and hot and close. He pulls me to him so that my breasts are flat against his muscled chest and my legs dangle off the edge of the bed, my ass cheeks flattening against his thighs so that I’m sitting on him.
But even with me now on top, he leads the pumping, reaching up and grabbing my breasts, squeezing them so hard they sting with pleasure.
My thighs tremble and quiver and I feel my cream squirting all down the length of him.
But embarrassment has no home here, and our eyes meet and I smile, and he smirks as he slides his hand into my cream and rubs some on my breasts.
And then he moves it higher and makes me taste my own juices. I grab his fingers and suck them clean, keeping my eyes wide and fixed on him the whole time.
That’s enough to send his own pleasure into overdrive, his whole body seizing, his conqueror’s expression distorting as his seed shoots hotly up his cock and inside of me.
I collapse against him and he grabs my ass cheeks, palming them roughly and possessively, leaning up and whispering in my ear.
“I’m putting a child in you tonight,” he snarls. “Can you feel it, my perfect Firecracker? I’m putting a baby in your womb. Right. Now.”
I sigh and shiver as my own orgasm reaches its end, and Dom’s just begins, both of us hanging in joint pleasure as a thousand candles illuminate our union.
Chapter Nineteen
Dallas
I wake with Poppet’s tongue on my cheek and a smile on my face, a smile that feels like it could break my face, it beams so brightly. I tickle her under the chin and roll over, hugging her close to me, breathing in the scent of Dom’s cologne.
He’s already left for work.
I lie on my back and raise my arm, the signal for Poppet to crawl into the nook. She does this with a little harrumph, as though to let me know pretty soon I’ll have to take her to the garden … but for now, she’s content to lie here.
I close my eyes and think about last night, the hotel suite, lying
