In my room, I stare at the takeout food. But shit, I’m not even hungry for Chinese anymore. I’m just starving for her. And I’m hard as fuck, too.
I groan, thinking of that ass. I replay the dress slipping from her shoulders and pooling at her feet. The lacy pink bra. The tiny little matching thong splitting her ass. I bite my lip and I growl. Then I glance down at the ring which is still fucking stuck on my finger. I groan.
Christ, how did this happen? My mind momentarily pulls away from Lucia. Instead, I think of BabyBella99. Part of me feels a little guilty. I know she and I weren’t anything officially. Really, we’re just friends who chat online. Except most of the time, that chatting is pretty heavy.
I frown again. I try and convince myself that that’s all we are: friends who chat online. Except friends chatting online don’t call each other babygirl and daddy. My cock surges again. I replay Lucia calling me that, even if it was sarcastically as a joke. But that’s not helping one bit. It’s certainly not making my cock get any less throbbing hard.
Goddamn, I’m going to rip my fucking sweats at this rate.
I sit back in the big chair in my room by the window. I groan and let my hand drop to my pants. I cup and squeeze my fat erection, and I growl.
Suddenly, there’s a sharp knock at my door.
“Fuck,” I hiss, startled. I scramble out of the chair, glaring at the door. “What?”
She doesn’t say a thing back.
“Lucia, what is it,” I grunt. Still nothing. I groan and stomp over to the bedroom door. I swing it open, but then blink. She’s not there. No one’s there. I scowl. What the fuck game is she…
Something catches my eye. I glance down at the doorknob on the outside of the door. My teeth grit. My cock throbs.
There, hanging off of it, is a little pink lacy thong. I stare at it, feeling my cock strain in my pants. My pulse thrums. My body tenses.
She’s playing games.
“Lucia,” I growl across the apartment at her door. “We are not doing this!”
“Doing what?!” she calls back from behind her closed bedroom door. I growl and storm over to it.
“Stop it,” I hiss through her door.
“Stop what, Dominic?”
“Lucia!” I bark. “Goddamnit, we are not—”
She slowly opens the door. I groan. She’s standing there in a barely there, lacy robe. It hardly covers her ass, and the front plunges down over her full cleavage. I groan, audibly. She just smiles sweetly at me. She blinks innocently.
“Something wrong, Dominic?”
I glare at her. “You know damn well what’s wrong.”
She gives me a pouty look. “Aww, I’m sorry. Did they forget your duck sauce?”
“What the fuck is this?” I snap. I hold up a hand, her thong dangling from one finger.
Lucia gasps theatrically. “My panties! Oh my God, Dominic!” She snaps. “Why are you going through my lingerie?!”
I glare at her. “Really?”
Her phone suddenly whips up. The flash goes off, and she grins.
“What the fuck was that?”
“Leverage.” She smiles at me.
My brow furrows. “Don’t go down this road, princess,” I growl quietly. “You do not want to play this game with me.”
“And what game is that, Dominic?” She shrugs innocently.
“This one,” I snap.
“And what happens if we’re already playing—”
“Do not test me, little girl,” I hiss.
She blushes. “Sorry.”
I frown. Her sudden reversal takes me by surprise. “It’s, uh… it’s fine. We’re done, then.” I turn to go back to my room.
“Was I bad?” she whispers. There’s a sultry edge to her voice. Or maybe I’m hearing shit at this point.
“I’m going to my room, Luc—”
“Daddy?” She finishes with a breathy voice.
The apartment is silent. I close my eyes. I suck air through clenched teeth. I tell myself to be strong. I tell myself to walk the hell away and let this go, before I get myself killed.
“Was I bad, daddy?” Lucia whispers behind me. Yeah, that’s it. I snap, and I whirl savagely. Lucia gasps as I storm into her. I grab her and yank her hard against my body. I lower my head, and my lips hover inches from her trembling ones.
“Yeah, babygirl,” I hiss darkly. “You were.”
She moans. The last of my willpower breaks.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” I growl.
“Consider me warned,” she whispers.
Our lips come together hard. Yeah, fuck the Chinese food. This is all I’ve been craving.
10
Lucia
This is happening. This is for real happening. I moan against his lips. I tremble under his big, firm hands when he grabs me tightly. Dominic kisses me so deeply my toes curl. My skin tingles with electricity.
He pushes me into the room. I moan when he kicks the door shut behind him. He keeps easing me back, until I suddenly fall back across the big bed. He growls and crawls over me. His arm muscles bulge against the white t-shirt. His dark eyes captivate mine.
With a low growl, he reaches down and yanks my robe open. It’s rough, but I like it. I like it a lot, actually. I whimper, eager for more. His mouth crushes to mine. He kisses me again like I’m his possession. It takes my breath away. It bruises my lips. But I kiss him even harder back.
His hands slide over me. His lips move down over my face, down to my neck. He squeezes my ribs and makes me tremble. His tongue and lips snake down my soft neck to my collarbone. I gasp in pleasure. I feel lost in him; drunk with this feeling.
I’ve never felt this before. I’ve never done this before… this right here in my bed is as far as I’ve ever gone with anyone. But I want to push it. I want it all, and I’m pretty sure Dominic is going to give me everything I’ve ever fantasized about.
His mouth kisses down over my tits. He sucks a pink nipple between his lips. He makes it hard with his tongue, and I moan desperately. I gasp eagerly for more. He keeps kissing my body, moving lower down from my tits.
Dominic’s lips graze my stomach. I tremble under his soft, wet mouth. His hands moves to my hips, then slide over my thighs. He grips them tightly, and suddenly pushes them wide apart. He moves down between my legs. I blush deeply as he pushes them even wider apart, and up.
I feel so lewdly and wantonly exposed to him. For a second, I want to close them tight and hide under the sheets. But then he groans deeply.
“Fuck, Lucia,” he growls. I look down, blushing. He’s right there, between my legs. His firm hands have them spread, and his fierce eyes are looking right at my bare, exposed pussy. Slowly, he drags his gaze up to my wide eyes.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, baby,” he whispers darkly. “Fuck, I can’t wait to taste this pretty little pussy.”
He lowers his mouth. His hot breath teases my bare, slick lips. I whimper and squirm under him. But he holds my legs firm, pinning me down. He lowers his mouth even more. Suddenly, I gasp as his tongue drags over my pussy.
“Oh, my God!” I moan.