“I don’t want anything serious,” I whispered on a shiver when he brushed a kiss to the corner of my mouth. My lips burned with the need to feel his.
His laugh was gentle, but I still heard the sound of prison doors slamming shut. “Oh, sweetheart, you no longer have a choice.”
He kissed me then. Mouth firm and demanding, he devoured me until I lost the battle and opened for him. His tongue thrust home, invading me, taking from me any breath, any words, any sense that wasn’t already completely wrapped up in and around him.
I was flying and yet anchored to this spot by his body, his arms. His hands settled on my hips, and he dragged me over his erection. Back and forth.
“Let me make you feel good, Ally,” he demanded again, roughly.
“Yes.”
And with one little word, I set us both free.
49
Dominic
I slid the sweater over her head, and when I realized there was nothing between Ally’s perfect breasts and my mouth but a flimsy white tank top, I felt a primal growl work its way up my throat.
Her nipples were hard and pointed beneath the simple cotton. I cupped those breasts in my hands, loving the feel of those buds going even harder.
She attacked my tie, the buttons of my shirt, but lost her train of focus when I yanked the scoop neck down, baring one breast. I paused just long enough so that she could feel my hot breath on her skin before sucking that pink, pert nipple into my mouth.
Her gasp of pleasure, the feel of that delicious rosette puckering against my tongue, made every torturous second in the last two months worth it. This moment of heaven was worth a lifetime of misery. I sucked harder, holding her to me. She bucked her hips against me, driving my dick wild with the friction. She was in leggings, and judging by the wet heat I could feel through them, she didn’t have a damn thing on underneath.
I needed her naked. Nothing between us.
“Why do you wear so many damn layers,” she demanded, her voice shaking as she shoved my vest off my shoulders.
“Never again,” I promised, moving my attention to her other breast and suckling hard.
“Please don’t stop wearing vests,” she begged.
“Anything you want, Ally. All you have to do is ask.” I gave her nipple another resounding suck and had to tamp back the wolf inside me when she whimpered.
I helped her strip my shirt away and then reluctantly abandoned her breasts to pull the tank over her head. I tossed it on the floor in the direction of the growing pile of clothes.
“Come here,” I whispered darkly, pulling her against me and reveling at the feel of her hard, wet nipples against my chest.
She hissed in a breath. “Chest hair. So good.”
I wanted to laugh. But every cell of my being was entirely focused on her body and the endless list of things I wanted to do to her. The litany of ways I wanted to make her come.
Finally. Finally. Finally.
“Baby, we’re going to have to stand up and get rid of the rest of these clothes,” I warned her.
“I don’t want to stop touching you,” she confessed. Her hands were stroking over my chest and shoulders, down my arms, across my abs. I felt… worshipped. Loved.
“Just for a second,” I promised. Despite my protesting cock, I lifted her off my lap.
“Strip faster,” she demanded, peeling her leggings off in one swift motion.
She was spectacular. Naked in the city lights with snow falling behind her. Ally Morales was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen in my entire life.
Humbled and stunned, I fumbled with my belt. She stepped in and loosened it for me. Together, we shoved my pants to the floor. She was trembling, shaking as she stared at me. It was the distance. Everything made sense when we were touching. Anything seemed possible then.
She started to sink to her knees, but I stopped her. I wouldn’t be able to withstand that mouth on my cock. Not this first time. I’d had too many fantasies burned into my brain. Besides, I owed her. Two.
“No. It’s your turn, sweetheart.” I pulled her to me. Her skin was so soft and smooth against my own. My cock was pinned between us and demanding more.
She cupped my face in her hands and stared into my eyes. “I don’t want your tongue. I don’t want your fingers. The first thing you put inside me is going to be your cock, Dom.”
My dick jerked its agreement between us.
Holy motherfucking shit.
“I don’t have a condom,” I confessed. I had no need to stock condoms in this office. I wasn’t my father.
Ally’s eyes closed then opened again. “You don’t need one tonight,” she whispered. “I’m on birth control, and I’m clean.”
I was struck by two things. Permission for my darkest fantasy. Of fucking her until her pussy closed around my shaft and milked my own orgasm out of me, making me pour myself into her. Making her mine.
And then there was the caveat she tried to slip past me.
“This isn’t for just one night, Ally. So get used to it. Once I’m inside you, there’s no going back.” Ever.
I wished we were in a bed. My bed where I could spread her out and look my fill, take my time tasting her. But I wouldn’t survive waiting another minute and settled for the couch. I laid her out on it and slid a knee between her legs.
Before giving into her greedy demands, I dipped my head and helped myself to her breasts again. They were rapidly becoming my newest obsession. My erection hung heavily, its tip painting Ally’s stomach with precum as it leaked shamelessly from the slit.
This is what she did to me. Reduced my body to a series of biological and chemical chain reactions.
Her breath was coming in short, sharp pants as I nuzzled at her perfect fucking tits. I wanted to die with this nipple throbbing in my mouth.
She wrapped her legs around my waist, trying to pull me down to her.
“Are you ready for me, baby?” I whispered, fisting my cock at the root.
She nodded wordlessly, eyes wide. I felt so many things. Powerful. Vulnerable. Ready. Terrified. And the rage that simmered low in my gut every time I looked at that bruise. I was never going to get over seeing that mark on her face.
“Are you sure?” I asked, part of me wishing she’d change her mind. Because it was all going to change. “You trust me?”
“Yes. Dom, please!”
I lined the weeping head of my cock up against her pussy. She was so fucking wet I thought I might die. I wanted to tease her a bit, prepare her for me. But I couldn’t help myself. I gave a shallow pump, force-feeding the first two thick inches into her.
Her gasp echoed inside my blood.
Gritting my teeth, I held on to my sanity as she squeezed the head of my dick. “Tell me you understand me, Ally. Tell me you know this makes you mine.”
She was trembling around my throbbing tip, and if she didn’t say it in the next five seconds, I was going to plow into her anyway and make her say it after. I could only hang on for so long. I was only human.
“Dom,” she whispered brokenly.
“Say it. Tell me, Ally.” I knew it didn’t make sense. I’d spent the past two months telling her, telling myself, that we would never happen. Now I was claiming her. I didn’t know what it meant. Or what it would cost. But I knew I was willing to pay any price.