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F or once in my life, I don’t balk about being led somewhere. I’m not the girl who follows anyone blindly. And this isn’t any different. I know from the look in Domino’s eyes what’s coming next. And I’m completely on board.

All aboard the hoe train. Toot, toot.

I giggle at my own thoughts, and he turns to look at me.

Probably thinks I’m crazy or something, but it only seems to increase his pace.

I caught his eyes for half a second before he looked forward again, and they’re all blown out.

If I wasn’t with him all night, I’d swear he’s high.

But getting a fix off drugs isn’t the only thing that causes pupil dilation.

Hell no, it isn’t. Ever been so into someone that they become the drug?

I’ve experienced it before, but I’ve never seen another person feel that way about me.

A girl can get used to feeling like this. Like she’s important. Like she matters. Like someone wants something from her beyond just getting off.

I’m not a shy girl. I know how the world works.

I’ve even used a few people to get where I am.

Been used too. Sometimes I knew it was happening, sometimes I didn’t.

I’ve learned, grown from each experience.

I’m also not the type who’s looking for Prince Charming to ride in on a horse to rescue me.

I can take care of myself, and Domino gets that.

He also doesn’t seem like the horse-riding type.

More like the type to come in with chrome and the engine purring.

I always knew it was a hot look, but till I had a bike between my legs, I’d never been aware you could get off from the ride alone.

I swear, five more minutes on the back of his bike and I would have had us going into a secluded spot a lot sooner.

Domino practically rips the door off the hinges as he opens it. I barely get a glimpse of what must be a utility closet before I’m pulled in and the door shuts behind us.

I grunt as I’m pushed against a wall. Or maybe it’s the door. I don’t care, not when Domino’s lips are on mine. We don’t need light to find each other, not with the way we’re each hunting the other.

His lips are everything they should be. Soft and firm, they open at the slightest pressure from me. I might work in a job and have a hobby most reserve for the male species, but I can be submissive in the bedroom.

But we aren’t in the bedroom. And a small room like this doesn’t allow much access unless each person is willing to get a bit handsy. And maybe even a bit aggressive.

I fight for dominance, but it’s only because I want more of everything.

We battle with our tongues with no need to claim a winner.

I grab his vest, pulling his chest closer, while his hands find my neck and he takes the lead in the kiss, tilting my head the way he wants.

I go willingly, making him growl low in his throat, and I sigh as his body sinks against mine.

“Fuck, baby, you got me so hard.” He licks and nips his way across my jaw, tipping my head back to give him easier access.

He pulls guttural moans from me as he rubs his dick against me. That’s a monster between his legs. I’m surprised he’s not bowlegged .

“Yeah, baby, that’s all for you. Think you can take it?” He doesn’t give me a chance to answer before his lips are back on mine.

He moves his hands down, sliding them over my shoulders and cupping my breasts.

My nipples are already hard, and he finds them easily.

I don’t wear bras with padding. Sure, it would be smart so I don’t always show the world how cold I am in this Michigan weather, but I prefer lace and silk on my skin.

See? I can be girlie. Just in a place that few see.

He pinches and tweaks my nipples in a way that has me gasping, and I can feel him smile against my lips, making me smile too.

“Oh, you like that, huh? How rough you willing to let me go?” He twists more, in opposite directions, and I rise on my tippy toes before I let out a squeak. Even then, he pinches harder, but at least he stops twisting.

He continues till he pulls a moan from me, and then he soothes my abused nipples with his palms, rubbing them in circles.

“Very good.” I huff at his words. “What? Not a fan of the good-girl kink?” I can hear the smile in his voice.

“Pretty sure the last guy who tried that with me got a broken arm.”

He leans closer, lowering his hands to tug on my jeans, popping the top button easily with his thumb. His face is close, his jaw rubbing against mine like a freaking cat in heat. His thumb teases the soft underside of my belly, and I’m soon meowing for more.

“Oh, is the kitty upset? ”

“Call me kitty one more time,” I growl.

He laughs. “So, no praise and no nickname. What can I call you?”

“If you’re talking, you ain’t doing it right.”

“Oh, but honey, don’t you know? I can multitask.” And with that, he sucks on my neck as he glides one hand beneath my jeans and zeros in on my clit with little effort. He applies light pressure as he rotates his fingers in a circle around the bundle of nerves.

I grind into him on a groan. He’s really good at that, but I need more. I try to twist my hips and sink lower so he gets the hint, but the bastard just chuckles at my expense. I’m already too worked up to be playing this game for much longer. So I tell him.

Grabbing the back of his head, I pull his hair to stop him sucking on my neck, but only just barely. I need him close still, but in the ways I want it. Need it. “Fuck me or fuck off. I’m not a toy to play with.”

He ignores the pull of his hair and leans in to lick my neck again. With the amount of attention he’s giving it, I won’t be surprised if he leaves a mark. One I might covet later, but right now, I just want some better friction between my legs.

“Oh, but you are. You’re my toy. And I’m not done with you.”

I close my eyes tight and clench my hands into fists at his words.

I get wetter off them, but that only increases my desperation.

Who the hell knew I would like this so much?

When I fuck, I fuck. I let the guy take the lead with the position, unless I’m not getting what I want, and then I get on top.

But I’ve never had talk like this. Never felt like a possession before. And fuck if that’s not hot.

I’ll worry about what that means about me later. Right now, I just need to get off.

I’m close, but Domino must know that. He’s a tease more than anything, dragging this out longer than I can take.

How long have we been in here? A minute?

An hour? I’m so lost to his touch that everything is fuzzy.

Another thing no man has ever made happen in my life.

Sure, men can complicate it, but they’ve never made me lose my mind enough with them that I also lose track of time and space.

And I’m about to lose more if he doesn’t get with the program.

I try once more to get him to do what I want.

I buck to push him off, but that must be the spark he needed because, with a quick flip, my face is against the door, the knob bumping into my hip from the turn.

If I bruise from it tomorrow, I hope I can’t tell it from among the others Domino will leave with the pressure his fingers have on my hips as he grinds his dick along my ass.

“This what you want, princess?”

I lick my lips and try harder than I will admit to get words out. “Not a princess.”

He grunts at me still denying him a name.

Wrapping his hand around my hair, he pulls my head back, and I arch as much as I can with the door in front of me and a wall of pure muscle behind me.

“You’re right. You’ve got too much fight in you to be anyone’s princess.

But lucky for you, I’m going to fuck the fight right out of you. ”

“You can try,” I say as I grind my ass into him and pull moans from both of us.

He bites my neck, literally bites it, and I scream for a second at the intensity of it.

Pulling back, he feels a bit more in control while I tremble.

He runs his fingers over every part of me, soothing the boiling need inside me.

His hands move down again, and this time he undoes all the buttons on my pants, then pushes them and my underwear down to my knees.

He slides his hands over my naked thighs and around my ass, squeezing each cheek quickly before moving to my arms and forcing them lower on the wall, using the weight of his body to push me forward so I bend over.

His hands glide back up my arms, gripping my shoulders this time and then trailing down my back to lift my shirt just enough to place a soft kiss right above my ass.

I shiver at the gentleness and hold my position as I hear the jingle of his belt and then his jeans lowering.

The opening of a package has me breathing out slowly, willing my body to just hang in there a few more moments. It won’t be long now.

Once he has the condom on, I can just jump him and stick his dick in me if he doesn’t do it first. I bet I can take him.

Or at least I hope I can. I think with the amount of crying my pussy is doing, I’ll get it done.

My girl can be a real animal when she wants something.

And she wants his cock. It felt like a monster when he rubbed it against me.

If it was my first time, I’d question if it’ll fit, but I’m not a blushing virgin.

Not a slut, but I guess that’s only if you ask certain people.

I’m sure others would say if you sleep with more than one person, that’s the very definition of slut, but I don’t think I’ve even started a hoe phase.

I know every man’s name who’s put his dick in me.

Well, not last names. But that’s semantics .

“You ready for me, baby?”