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Chapter Forty-One

Mikah

“You missed me,” Dominic rasps out when I tug on his shirt.

“Yes.”

“You going to show me how much by riding my cock?”

“Fucking right, I am,” I say, frantically pulling his shirt off, needing to see his body. I toss it away, then scoot back to get to the button on his jeans. His dick is straining against the material, and it has my mouth watering. So, when I pull at his pants to get them off, I get to my knees in the process. He works on kicking his pants off while I take his dick in my mouth, sucking on the head and savoring his flavor. He pulses in my mouth, a salty bead of pre-cum landing on my tongue. Fuck, I missed his taste.

Licking him from balls to tip, I take him to the back of my throat, getting him nice and wet and even harder for me. He groans, his breathing already getting ragged. Finally his pants are off and he spreads his legs wider, so I move closer, rubbing his balls while I make love to his dick with my mouth .

By the sounds he’s making and how hard his dick is, I’m pretty sure he’s already close. Which isn’t normal for him, but after us not fucking for a while, and hopefully him not sleeping with anyone in the meanwhile, I can see why it would be quick.

He thrusts his hips up in time with my movements, and when I know he’s just about there, I stop, gripping his dick at the base and squeezing.

“I want you to come in me,” I pant. He looks down at me, seemingly horrified.

Doesn’t feel so good, does it? Wanting and needing to come but being refused.

“I’m not fucking you without lube,” he grits out.

I look around. “Don’t you have some hidden around here somewhere?”

“Why in the world would I?” I look at him and just blink. He knows why, and so do I. Because that was part of his thing, but… “Are you going to hold this shit over my head forever?” he asks, not unkindly.

“No. I’m sorry. It wasn’t meant to be a dig. I just want lube, so I can ride your cock.”

He smirks, then gets up and I fall back on my ass. Offering me his hand, he pulls me up, his hand going to my throat. He kisses me harshly, then whispers, “Get your ass upstairs so I can fuck you properly then. ”

Fuck yes.

I swear I’ve never moved faster in my life, tripping over my bag by the stairs in the process. Once I’m in the bedroom, I get my clothes off as quickly as I can and get on the bed.

Dominic digs through his drawer and pulls out the lube. I roll over, getting to my hands and knees.

“Nope. On your back. Here,” he says, pointing to the edge of the bed. I do as he says, and line my ass up with the edge of the mattress. His hands slide underneath my thighs, pushing them back and spreading them wider. “Hold them here,” he tells me.

I do, swallowing hard as he stares down at me. His dick bobs, and I smile to myself, knowing he likes what he sees. If he didn’t, well, I wouldn’t be here, right? That’s what I have to keep telling myself.

Dominic tips the bottle of lube over me, drizzling it all over my dick, balls, and ass. It’s cold, and I hiss, but when he rubs it in, it feels damn good. His hands are perfect, and I’ve missed his touch. I accepted I’m going to come quickly, and I’m sure he knows it too. But he also knows it’s not one and done with me, so we will be at this for a while. I’ve accepted a lot of things about myself over our time apart. All I need to work on now is trusting that Dominic means what he says, and he likes everything about me, even if I don’t. I’m learning to, but not there yet.

His finger grazes over my hole, reminding me that I’m with him now and that’s more important than anything else.

“You missed my fingers,” he says as I moan.

“Mhm,” I say, licking my lips .

Slipping a finger inside, he goes all the way in. I moan again, this time longer and lower.

“So much,” I add. “So fucking much, Dominic.”

My mind is always quiet when I’m with him, and that is a gift I can’t give up. I don’t want to give it up. I want to stay right here, with him…

Dominic grabs my dick in his other hand, holding it firmly but using his thumb to rub the underside, teasing me. He better not think this won’t make me come, because it certainly will. When he’s in charge of my body, it does what it wants.

“I missed this tight hole. It’s been too long. I need to take my time to loosen you up for me, baby.”

“Take your time,” I murmur, resting my head back and allowing myself to feel the pleasure. To feel him. He chuckles lowly, adding a second finger.

“You know what I want from you?” he says quietly.

“What?” I ask.

“I want you to ride my cock and show me how much you missed me. Will you do that for me?”

“Yes,” I breathe out. “Anything you want.”

“And while you’re riding my cock, making me feel so fucking good, I want you to come all over my stomach and chest.” He’s talking slowly, taunting me with his words as he slowly fucks me with his fingers, stretching me, getting me ready for him. “After you make me come, you’re going to clean up your mess. Lick me clean. ”

“Yes, yes, yes,” I pant.

There’s already a pool of pre-cum on my stomach, slowly dripping into my belly button. I’m so fucking turned on, so ready to come for him.

“Tell me, Mikah. Did you jerk this dick while you were away from me?”

“No,” I say with a sharp shake of my head.

“No? You didn’t come at all?”

“I…”

“You, what? Don’t tell me someone else touched you,” he growls, his posture going tense.

“No, I just, um…”

He stops moving. His fingers are still in my ass, his hand still around my dick, but he’s just… frozen. Until he realizes what I’m trying to say without saying it. The cocky smirk that crosses his lips is devastating. Pure perfection.

“While you were sleeping?” he asks, starting to move again. His face is curious, eyes full of lust. He likes that I come so easily. This is something he’s told me from the very beginning, so maybe I should stop worrying about it and embrace it instead.

“And once while I was awake.”

“Are you telling me that you had a hands-free orgasm while you were, what? Just sitting around?”

“I was in the shower…”

“Keep going,” he says, brushing his fingers against my prostate. I moan loudly. He’s such a tease, all the damn time .

“My dick was so hard, but I didn’t want to jerk off. I kept thinking about you fucking me and sucking your dick, and I couldn’t help it. I just exploded.”

“Fucking Christ, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard,” he says, shoving a third finger inside me. He thrusts a few times before pulling out and climbing on the bed.

He props himself up by the headboard and taps his thigh, so I move over him. Dominic holds his cock straight up for me to sit on. With my hands on his chest, dick so hard it hurts, I carefully lower myself on him and take a moment to breathe when he’s fully inside me.

His hands run up and down my back gently, and he leans in, kissing all over my chest and neck. Being in his arms, having his hands all over my body is the best feeling. When you add his cock buried deep inside me, it’s so good it’s indescribable.

“This is so perfect,” he whispers. “You’re perfect. You’re everything. I’m so fucking glad you came back to me.”

Emotion clogs my throat, but the lust takes over, and I start moving. With each swipe of his dick along my prostate, I’m that much closer to coming all over him like he wants. I love knowing I’m pleasing him. The best part is I hardly have to try.

“That’s it, baby. Just like that. Ride my fat cock.”

Fucking hell, this man’s mouth is so dirty.

I dig my nails into his chest as I bounce on his dick, squeezing him tight. Dominic grabs my dick, jerking me slowly .

“You’re going to come for me, Mikah. You’re going to come so fucking hard and so fucking good that it’s going to make me come. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes!” I cry out, just as my muscles contract and my dick spasms. I force my eyes open, drowning in pleasure as I watch my cum splatter his chest. He keeps stroking my dick, long after I’ve run dry, but I never get soft. I can’t, not when he’s around. I want more from him, want him to keep going—I need it.

“You’re so sexy on my dick. This ass feels so good. I’m going to fill it up with my cum.” He groans, thrusting up one last time before his dick is throbbing inside me, the warm heat of his cum filling me up. His head falls back, thumping against the headboard, face twisted into pleasure. I’m stunned silent over the beauty and perfection of this man and how he’s all mine…

He’s heaving for breath as he comes down from his high, his dick softening inside me. His hand goes back there, replacing his dick. I can’t see, but I can feel what he’s doing: pushing the cum back inside, wanting it to stay there. But I back away, leaning down to clean his body of my mess, like he said he wanted. So many times I’ve done this, and it never gets old, never gets not sexy. I love seeing my release on him, but I love tasting it on his skin so much more—the sharp tang of my release mixed with his sweat and salty flavor. I lick every drop I find, dipping my tongue through his abs and over his nipples, sucking them into my mouth. I lick every inch of him that he lets me, until he’s pulling me back up and holding me to him .

“I love you,” he says. “I’m gonna tell you that a million times a day if I have to.”

I chuckle. “I won’t get sick of hearing it.”

“You better not.”

We lay there together, me on his lap, him holding me. After a while, he pulls back, going for my dick.

“You’re still hard.”

“Can’t help it,” I say, my cheeks burning.

“I make you that crazy?”

“No,” I say, shaking my head. He frowns. “You make me that comfortable.”

The brightness that fills his eyes knocks the breath out of me, and he leans in to take my mouth.

“Well, let’s get you relaxed too.”

He rolls over so I’m beneath him, shuffling down to get between my legs. His fingers are in my ass again, pressing down on my prostate as he jerks me off, and when I come again, he swallows it all. Then he’s helping me into the shower, cleaning me up and not allowing me to do a thing for myself. When we’re out of the shower, we fuck again. This time doggy style, with me facing out the window and looking into my old bedroom. I feel bad for whoever moves in.