Page 152 of By A Thread

“I want to see the house,” he insisted.

To distract us both, I squeezed Dominic’s hips between my legs and felt the answering pulse of his cock against me.

“I’d rather see some other things right now, Dom. Please?” It was unfair, and I knew it. If I asked, he would deliver.

In answer, he shucked my sweater over my head and hurled it over his shoulder. The laugh that bubbled up inside me disappeared on a gasp when he sucked one of my nipples through my tank.

“Yes,” I hissed. This is what I needed most right now. The physical sensations of lust and want and desire drowning out everything else.

He hooked his fingers in the waistband of my leggings and swiftly dragged them down my legs, adding them to the pile on the floor.

I chose to worry about lady juices on prep surfaces later and made a grab for his belt. Together, we fumbled his pants open.

When he freed and fisted his cock, lining up the velvet-smooth crown with my slick folds, a tremor made its way through my body.

Brownie, sensing he wasn’t going to have our undivided attention anytime soon, tip-tapped out of the room, his tail wagging. He took my sweater with him. But like the lady juices and everything else that was wrong in my life, I’d worry about it later.

Dominic kissed me like he was starving for my lips, my tongue.

“I want to taste you,” I whispered into our open-mouthed kiss. “I want to be on my knees in front of you.”

“Is that what you wanted that night? In my office after your date?” he demanded, one hand yanking the neck of my tank down, baring my breasts, while the other taunted me by stroking back and forth from that hungry bundle of nerves to my opening. Back and forth in a torturous rhythm.

“Yes,” I breathed against his mouth, pausing long enough to nip at his lower lip, his jaw. “I wanted you to fuck my mouth. To watch me make you come. To have your cock in my mouth when you say my name.”

The noise he made, a deep, pained rumble, was inhuman, and it awoke something primal inside of me.

“Did you use my underwear that night?” I asked the question I’d been dying to know the answer to.

“Yes.” He kissed me hard, all gentleness abandoned. Our teeth clashed, his hands gripped my hair, my hips, my breasts, as if they couldn’t decide where to settle. “I fucked myself with your panties wrapped around my fist.”

I made a very unsexy squeaking noise.

“I came on your wet spot and kept coming.”

I was so lightheaded I was afraid I’d pass out before he made me come again.

“Look down,” he ordered.

I did as I was told. And watched as he fed the tip of his erection into my body. We were connected, joined. I could feel my muscles fluttering around his crown, trying to draw more of him inside. The veins on his shaft stood out rigid and angry like what he was doing to me was an act of violence rather than beauty.

He growled, low in his throat.

I felt dirty, decadent, depraved. And I wanted more.

“Lean the fuck back,” he said. I dropped back to my elbows, my body on display for him now. My breasts suspended by the neckline of the useless tank, nipples budded and hard. My breath coming in short rasps.

“Watch me fuck you, Ally. Watch me take you and make you mine.”

He unhooked my legs from his waist and placed my feet on the edge of the counter. The only thing holding me in place was his erection. Coincidentally, it was also the only thing anchoring me to the gravitational plane.

“Stop talking. Start fucking.” I gasped the words out around clenched teeth. I needed more of him. All of him.

“Are you ready for me, baby?”

“Dominic, please!”

With the plea still ringing in the air, I watched in fascination as he drove his thick length into me.