Hands finding her wrists, I stop her from scraping the sheets. She gasps as I settle into position, pinning her beneath me. I let her go. My mouth moves down the curve of her neck, while I roll a condom onto my manhood. Between us, I caress my thumb in slow circles around her clit. The incredible tightness of her pussy clenching at my tongue warns me to pull out the extra stops. But the sensations already have her panting and bucking.
“Mami, no tensing.” I smile down at Aria, feeling the want radiate off her skin. She will please me, but with a pussy this tight, I have my work cut out for me. Work, meaning Aria Jones is switching categories. From the quick, hard distraction we both agreed to . . . to . . . I’ll say when we’re done.
With that thought in mind, I thrust inside of her in one fluid motion.
“Shit-fuck!” Aria screams. Her hands claw back into the sheets. I anchor her wrists above her head, cock tearing through her pussy again.
Lifting, I leverage myself to batter her. Each thrust drives my dick home with the precision of perfect practice. Spreading her legs wider, I fuck her like a champ. My hands may offer the tenderness she wanted to deny herself, but my cock plows her cunt, dedicating the depths of her walls to me.
Her gasping moans tickle along my neck. My hunger, a horrible pulsating need, strikes her cervix. I breathe against her. “Spread your legs wider, chula.”
I jerk her harder against me, plunging to the hilt until her heart thunders in her breasts. My palm stabilizes the small of her back, and Aria cums, grinding against my erection. As my junk settles at the entrance to her womb, her pussy clenches down just as it had on my tongue. Her channel gushes with fluid, pulsating around me.
Skin flushed in ultimate satisfaction, Aria looks me in the eyes, shivering beneath me. An unfamiliar emotion swells in my chest. It’s more than the pride of hearing, seeing, feeling a woman become putty beneath me. Throwing my head back, a raw exhale breaks free. I fist my cock, dragging it around her saturated lips.
“Keep your legs wide, mami,” I order. Though, my next command won’t be for her punishment.
In ecstasy, her head falls back. She gives a yummy moan as my cock slides into her delicious pussy. I grasp her curvaceous thigh, slowing my speed, worshiping the velvet hollow. To satiate the urgency in me, I clamp her calf legs over my shoulders, focusing on her raw whimpering.
With each stroke, my shaft defines her pussy, my name written on her slick walls. I’m here. I’ve ruined her, shaped, and stretched the depth of her, for any man that comes after me. Envy constricts my muscles.
Fuck that, this pussy of hers and I will meet again. I drop a kiss on her panting lips, our bodies continuing to collide. Aria claws at my forearms as I stoke her clit with the head of my cock, then glide in again.
“Dominic, I’m not gonna make it.” She pants, licking her lips. Aria unleashes my name, again and again, legs trembling around my neck.
I clamp my hands around her waist and whisper across her glistening flesh. “I’ll watch you come undone again.” Fuck quick, hard. She took the pounding of my cock earlier. She’ll take all this dick until I say we’re done.
Chapter Twenty-Four
ARIA
“Hard, hard, please, hard. . .” I groan. Rolling pulses of ecstasy cruise through me. With each lavish stroke of his cock, the orgasm in me builds like never before. It hits a peak, climbs, and hits another peak. “Dominic.” I pant, delirious.
I want to tell him to stop. My body feels like it’s levitating, and my brain didn’t get the memo. He’d given me a hard, dangerously hard, pounding. And he’d no doubt given it to me quickly. On most occasions, I’m not afforded half an O-face. But damn Dominic Alvarez. It’s like he pressed liftoff, and my sex rocketed in the time it takes a jet to launch into outer space.
He moves at a powerful, steady pace, unrelenting to my needs, but knowing exactly what I crave.
“Oh, I hate you. I hate you.” My head writhes. My hips glide to match his tantalizing movements. He bites down on my calf, and I whimper my hate. My traitorous sex becomes juicy and slippery. Fingers fumbling at his massive biceps, I claw his skin, panting and drowning. It feels like he’s surrounding me, coming from everywhere. He has me so high that I’m torn between coming down and the tsunami of an orgasm siphoning together.
I chew down on my bottom lip. With a teasing warm gaze, Dominic’s tongue flicks out. He captures my top lip into his mouth before his entire mouth engulfs mine, ceasing the whimpers. Just like that, my entire body is at carnal capacity. Seismic waves crash through us. Elation trembles through my veins. With the full weight of him fusing with me, I burst into a trillion tiny pixels. Dominic gives an animalistic grunt, saying my name. His smooth muscles provide amnesty to all the anxiety, fear, and guilt I’ve ever felt.
Heart hammering in my chest, I close my eyes, biting back a surfeit of emotions. Seconds ago, I was a wreck. The orgasm slaughtered through me. Now, as Dominic matches my vigor, his dick throbs in an intense release. Energy pulses through me, like waking up in a lover’s embrace. Mesmerizing contentment I’ve never known sweeps over my skin.
Gorgeous, hooded eyes shine down on me. His muscles crush me. My heart patters against the steel-plate of his chest. I stop myself from begging him to stay. Dominic rolls over and settles onto his side.
In this precise second, with him no longer touching me, all his majesty becomes unbearable. So many times during sex, his dick compelled me to say crazy shit. Say promises, which would’ve been counterproductive to the ones I’m already bound to. We had our fun. Besides, Dominic agreed to my stipulations.
I slide out the bed on my tippy toes, my sex throbbing in afterglow residuals from the depth and girth of his thrusts. I can hardly stare at Dominic as I stand at the foot of the bed, wrapping a robe around me.
“I’ve seen every inch of your body, Aria.” He growls, realization dawning fast.
“Why do you look so comfortable in my bed?” I force a smile. Sheesh, I’m a fake because my eyes are begging him to go.
“Why did you get out? I sense you haven’t been fucked in a very long time.”
“Heh.”
Though Dominic’s emerald gems spark in rage, he tempts me. “Round two should do the trick.”
“What?”
“Put you to sleep.”
I shove a hand through my disheveled hair. I’m not here for the banter. “I said quickie, Dom. I’m going to clean the kitchen after, ahem. Time to go. Okay?”
I wait on bated breath for him to toss back a response in tandem with my request. “Dominic!”
He runs his tongue over his bottom lip. “Did I eat your pussy too quickly?”
“You . . . enjoyed yourself.” I wrap my arms around my chest, protectively, guarding me against temptation. My tongue is ready to declare he was the best I ever had, in all categories. Roslyn has mentioned her frustrations with finding a man who excelled in every area, so I must be insane, kicking him out. However, I’d prefer to call myself resilient instead of plain-old crazy for the moves I’m making.
“Mírame, Aria! What the fuck is wrong with you?”
I settle my gaze over Dominic’s left shoulder. I’m not bold enough to stare at how his body consumes my massive bed. “You agreed to my terms. No questions.”