Page 39 of Under the Lights (The Big Boys of BRU #2)

With a passionate kiss on my lips, he said, “No. Just not into sharing. What’s mine is mine, and I’ll happily remind you every fucking day who you belong to.”

“I don’t belong to anyone,” I ground out stubbornly, drawing a line in the sand.

The tip of his nose brushed against mine before skimming down to my neck. He licked and sucked, his scruff scratching over the already sensitive skin.

I whimpered needily as the sharp pain of his teeth sinking into my flesh spread goosebumps over my body.

“Yeah, you keep telling yourself that, Goddess. I got nothing but time.” He smirked, pulling my top and bra down in one move, my breasts spilling out. “I’ll just be over here enjoying my feast.”

And feast he did. His mouth closed around my stiff nipples, one after the other, sucking them so hard that his lips popped off as he released them before diving right back in and swirling his tongue around them.

I was a moaning, writhing mess by the time he was done, and he hadn’t even touched my pussy yet.

Sitting back on his haunches between my spread thighs, he worked on getting my shorts off. I lifted my ass, letting him drag them down my legs, along with my underwear.

He sucked in a sharp breath as my pussy came into view, chuckling smugly.

“Aww. Would you look at that? You’re fucking soaked for me, Goddess. How come?” Leaning down, he licked one long strip over the length of my pussy, making my hips buck off the mattress. “Delicious. Is someone maybe more into me being a jealous, territorial asshole than she wants to let on?”

“God, you’re so fucking full of yourself.”

“Well, one of us will be full of me in a minute.” He winked exaggeratedly, and snorting with laughter, I rolled my eyes. “Spoiler alert, it’s not me.”

I snorted. “That was terrible.”

“I know. Made you laugh, though. Can’t imagine a more beautiful sound.”

I swallowed hard. He needed to stop saying shit like that.

Pulling down his shorts just enough to let his dick spring free, the heavy length bobbed, the prominent veins running along it pulsing under my gaze. Pre-cum was leaking out of the swollen tip, and I involuntarily licked my lips.

Dom grinned wickedly, clearly seeing something on my face he liked, and gripped his dick around the base.

“Except maybe this .” He punctuated his words with a sharp slap of his erection against my clit. I cried out in pleasure, my eyes wide.

He repeated the move a couple of times, each time eliciting needy moans.

“Yeah, that’s fucking music to my ears. Such a good girl moaning for my cock.” He lined up the tip with my opening, his gaze pinning me in place, burning with a fiery intensity. “Say you want me.”

I moaned in frustration, bucking my hips, trying to make him slide into my already clenching pussy. I wanted to feel him stretch me. I didn’t want to talk right now.

“Nuh-uh. If you want me to fuck you, you gotta say it.” He pulled back, delivering another couple of sharp slaps with his length, straight on my swollen clit. “Say you’re mine. Only mine.”

I gasped as he teasingly pushed the tip in, just an inch, the stretch so delicious it almost drove me insane.

He pulled out again, eyebrows raised. “I’m waiting, Darlin’. Or would you rather me just mark this pretty little cunt with my cum and leave you like this?”

His wicked smile was so handsome, and the way he towered over me, his frame nearly swallowing me, had put me under his spell. I wanted him, needed him.

“I want you.”

Another slap, another moan from me.

“Only you,” I relented, through gritted teeth, trying to hold back the needy sound threatening to escape my lips.

“Good girl,” he growled. He slid home in one deep thrust, my walls stretching around his girth. “Now I want you to hold on to that headboard, not move your hands, and take my cock.”

I obeyed him wordlessly, my eyes glued to his strong shoulders and broad chest as I traced the lines and swirls of ink covering his skin with my gaze.

Physically, he was the opposite of every guy I’d ever dated, but none of them made me feel like this. None of them had me going crazy with need, had me throwing my convictions and resolutions to the wind.

He started fucking me in forceful, deep strokes, and I met each one with the same intensity. Hooking his arms underneath my thighs, he sat back slightly, putting his weight on his knees, and pulled me with him.

My hips were elevated now, and all I could do was hold on as he pumped into me.

“Look at you, Goddess. Never seen anything as pretty as you impaled on my fat cock, that tight little fuckhole stretched for me.” His balls slapped against my ass as his thrusts became more intense. “And it’s all fucking mine, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” I moaned.

“Fuck, you’re being such a good girl for me. That deserves a reward.” His thumb slid to my clit, applying that delicious pressure I was craving.

“You better make me come, Hotshot.”

He chuckled darkly. “Not you acting like you’re not screaming on my dick every night.”

I scoffed, though his next thrust knocked the breath out of me. “Who says I’m n-not fa-faking i-it?”

Dom barked out an actual laugh, delight sparkling in his eyes, as he slowed his movements, rolling his hips now. The spot he was hitting from this angle had me seeing stars, and the pressure in my core was mounting.

His eyes narrowed briefly before he pushed my legs up, putting his full weight on my body. My pelvis was tilted up, and the pressure continued to climb higher and higher, unlike anything I’d ever felt before.

Dom delivered a series of hard, deep strokes, which had my eyes rolling back in my head at the sensations shooting through my body. Every muscle was tense, my thighs were literally shaking, but I was a slave to my pleasure, unable to move.

He pulled out completely and stimulated my clit with hard, side-to-side movements before plunging back in, hammering into me. My walls were clenching around him, my orgasm approaching fast, but something felt different.

Dom kept repeating this process, pulling out to roughly play with my throbbing clit and fucking me with deep strokes.

“What are you doing?” My voice was hoarse and scratchy from all the moaning, and he shot me another wicked smile.

“Just let go.”

His next thrust hit some kind of trigger point, and my pussy contracted. As he pulled out, his fingers immediately abusing my clit, the insane pressure crested. A gush of liquid was shooting out of me, splashing against him and soaking the sheets.

“Oh my Godddddddd!” I moaned, my head thrown back, as the pressure released, my walls convulsing as he plunged his length into me again with a deep, “Fuuuck yeah. And that’s proof you’re not faking it, Goddess. That pretty cunt gushing all over my cock.”

I looked down, eyes widened in shock, to discover that he was right — my juices were literally coating his dick, dripping down to his balls.

“I— what?” I was still dazed, caught in the haze of pleasure, the sheer force of my orgasm zapping me of all energy.

“My good girl just squirted all over my cock, so fucking beautifully.” His grin was cocky as hell, but I couldn’t even blame him. I didn’t even know I could do that. “So now I’m going to reward her and pump her full of my cum.”

I moaned brokenly, his filthy words making me clench around him. Sweat was running down the side of his neck, and the look on his face had turned from wicked to absolutely feral.

His thrusts turned brutal. Wet smacking sounds echoed through the room every time our bodies collided.

“Beg for it.”

“Please fill me up. I want to feel it dripping out of me. Give me your cum, Hotshot.”

With a deep groan, he threw his head back, an image of pure masculinity. Buried to the hilt, he did as he promised — pumped his whole load deep inside of me, his dick twitching.

Our breathing was heavy as he claimed my lips in a soft kiss, pressing our sweaty foreheads together.

We broke apart, and I playfully glared up at him. “God, you’re an asshole for making me say this.”

“The truth, you mean? You don’t have to say it yet. Just don’t run. Let me keep showing you.”