She looks up at me with those giant eyes. “My lover?”
“Yeah. I can be your best friend and your lover.”
“I like how you make up these random rules along the way.”
I grin in response.
I trace the contour of her pubic hair and I swear I’m a breath away from coming in my pants when realization sets in.
“Is that a heart?”
“I’m mortified. No one was supposed to find out.”
But here we are.
“I think it’s really sexy.”
“It’s the new thing in Budapest. My cousin dared me to try it,” she explains.
“I like your cousin even more now.” She laughs. “I can’t wait to come smack in the middle of your little heart.” Her laughter subsides. “I told you there were a lot of dirty things I wanted to do with you, Dom. I just added another one to the to-do list,” I say in a matter-of-fact way.
“You’re a pervert, Wolfe.”
“Thanks for the compliment,” I say without a trace of humor.
Her jaw drops.
“You’re serious?”
“I’m as serious as the erection I’ve been sporting since it became clear you were braless and I had an effect on you.”
“I might not survive this night.”
“You’ll do just fine.”
Impatient to feel her slickness, my fingers continue their exploration.
“Dear God,” she chokes when my finger glides between her pussy lips.
“Is that for me?” I ask, probing her wetness.
She shakes her head and rolls her eyes.
“No? It’s for another guy?”
“You know it’s for you.”
“Good answer.”
I plunge two fingers so deep inside her, her breath hitches. That does little to tame me. I use my fingers as an extension of my desperate cock and finger-fuck the hell out of her.
“Oh, my God, Rod, what are you doing to me?”
Her agonizing plea threatens to make me lose my shit.
“You want me to stop?”
“No!”
I can’t help but chuckle at the tremor of panic in her voice.
“We’re on the same page then? You keep riding my fingers.”
“God, that sounded positively obscene.”
“Yeah, but your body is singing a different tune, baby. You’re absolutely drenched. I fucking love knowing I’m responsible for this little flood.”
Her cheeks flame up.
“You’re dangerous, Wolfe.”
You don’t know the half of it.
“So the guys you’ve been with so far haven’t got a clue what to do with this?” I ask, my eyes locked onto hers as I start caressing her clit.
She shakes her head. “No. I guess it’s my own fault––”
“Tsk. If you aren’t melting in a guy’s arms, it’s his fault.”
“Just like my parents, I guess life has dealt me a pretty mediocre hand when it comes to men,” she says.
“We can change that tonight.”
“I’d like that.”
I drop a soft kiss against her lips.
I’m starting to think the reason I haven’t kissed too many women in my life is because I was waiting for her tempting lips.
I skate over her hard clit over and over again.
“Rod,” she squirms.
“I love taking care of you, Dom.”
Her juices slowly travel down my hand.
“Baby, you’re going to come so hard.”
A flicker of worry flashes in her eyes.
She places her hands on my chest and drags them down the tight muscles of my stomach.
“What about you?” She’s already playing with the metal buckle of my leather belt.
“This isn’t about me, Dom. It’s about you,” I remind her. “If you think you’re going to distract me, think again.”
She averts her gaze. “I don’t want to disappoint you.”
It pains me to hear the insecurity in her voice.
Who did this to her?
“Look at me.”
She still avoids my gaze.
“Look at me,” I repeat.
She obeys.
“Rod, I—”
Framing her face in one hand, I tip her head up to mine and devour her mouth. She moans, but she’s still tense.
She leaves me no choice.
I pull out the big guns.
“Wanna hear about a recurring fantasy of mine since we almost made out when we played battle shots?” I don’t wait for an answer. “You climb on top of my face and graze your succulent clit across my tongue like a greedy little slut. You’d fuck my face until you’re so wet, the only way I can prevent you from sliding off my tongue is by clenching your beautiful ass in my hands.”
“The things that come out of your mouth,” she pants.
She glides an arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer. I drop my forehead against hers.
Her walls are coming down.
“I’d make you lose your head by wiggling my tongue against your little ball of nerves, leaving you no choice but to chase after your climax until you come gushing in my mouth.”
My fingers never stop working her pussy.
When she starts rocking her hips back and forth, I know I have her exactly where I want her.
Good girl.
“I’d struggle to lap up every last drop of your delectable juices, Dom.”
Her body trembles and her eyes roll to the back of her head. “This is too much.”
“That’s exactly how I’d feel, but I’d manage to clean up your sweet release real nice.”
“Ha–– I––”
“I can’t wait for you to feed me, baby.”
The pace of her breathing nears hyperventilation.
“Stop fighting it,” I coax.
She rocks at a frenetic pace against my hand.
She’s nearly there.
“Oh-my-god.” She digs her fingernails into my forearms so hard, I jolt. “Dear God.”
“I bet you’re so fucking beautiful when you come. Give me that gift. Let go, baby.”
“No way. No way!” she yells that second one out. “This can’t be happening,” she sobs.
The fuck it isn’t.
I push against her clit, trapping all the blood there.
“Oh, Rod!” she wails.
She goes off like a rocket.
Dom chants my name so many times, I lose count after eight.
There’s nothing like hearing your name on a woman’s lips as she tips over the edge, but knowing what I know about Dom, this moment fills me with pride.
God help me.
One night might not be enough and I haven’t even buried my throbbing cock inside her pussy. Yet, every cell in my body is humming to claim her as fucking mine.
What’s wrong with you, Wolfe?
Her body slumps against me. She’s spent. I’m sure she’s still floating on a cloud.
I pull my hand away from her pussy and lift it to eye level.
“You did good, baby.”
I only get a faint moan from her.
“I wonder what you taste like.”
Her eyes grow so wide, I fear they’ll take over her face.
I stick my glistening fingers into my mouth and lick them in a chorus of raunchy noises.
Dom is too stunned to even speak.
I wink at her.
“Damn, you’re sweet, baby. I can’t wait to turn my fantasy into reality. It’ll be a privilege and honor to have you sit on my face.”
Her breath catches in the back of her throat.
She’s still staring at me with those huge eyes.
I eat pussy, but I grant few women the permission to suffocate me between their thighs.
“Too much?” I ask.
I drop a kiss on top of her head and tenderly stroke her hair. She holds onto me so tight, it’s like she’s afraid I might run away.
“The
re are no words to describe how dirty that was,” she says.
“So I shouldn’t do it again?” I tease.
“It’s only one night, Rod,” she reminds me.
“For now.”
“I don’t know why you insist. It’s not like I can keep up with you.”
“I beg to differ. You thought you couldn’t have an orgasm and I proved you wrong. And you fucking looked like a goddess coming apart in my arms.”
She blushes.
“How did you do it? What’s your superhuman power?”
“You’re funny.”
“No, seriously, Rod. That was earth-shattering. I’ve never experienced anything close to that. You have amazing fingers.”
“Your pussy is intoxicating.”
She laughs softly. “So my clit isn’t broken?”
“Nah.” Languorously, I trace her lips with my index finger. “Your body was waiting for me.”
Her eyes bore into mine.
For a few seconds, neither of us says a word.
“I think you’re right,” she finally admits.
My cock throbs at her response.
I know I’m right.
CHAPTER 14
Dominika
I could stay wrapped in Rod’s arms forever.
His masculine scent washes over me as my body comes down from a pinnacle. My orgasms from humping my pillow are pretty amazing, but Rod’s precise touch set me off like a rocket.
Finally.
Even in this whirlwind of near euphoria caused by my first heart-stopping orgasm at the hand of a man, my mind is screaming at me to proceed with caution. I’m fully aware this is to be short-lived. But, my body is begging me to stop overthinking and allow him—my lover—to do with me as he wishes. The heat emanating from his muscular body floods through me like the beaming sun on a perfect summer day. It’s so hot, it’s practically scorching. I decide for once to quiet my mind. Yeah, my pussy wins.
Rod caresses his palm down my bare back and over the curves of my ass. He glides both hands down until he's squeezing my ass cheeks, pressing my body against his raging erection. God. His lips are a mere inch from my ear, each breath fanning my desire.
“We’re done with the warmup. Let’s go upstairs. I need to devote a few hours wringing every ounce of pleasure from your delicious body as I can.”
“I don’t even know what that means,” I say, looking up at him.
“You’ll soon find out.” The uncompromising tone of his voice ricochets through me. “How do you like it, Dom?” His question startles me.
“Like what?”
“Sex.” Oh. “You want it fast and furious or hard and deep?” he asks.
Those are my options?
I only know pain or predictable.
Clearly, I’ve been missing out.
“Tell me how I can rock your world, Dom.”
“I wouldn’t know. No one’s ever rocked my world before you,” I confess.
“Do you need nice and soft?”
His face contorts into an agonized expression.
I laugh. “Do you even know what that means?”
“Fuck no, but for you, I’d figure it out quick.”
“You’d do that?”
“How many times do I have to tell you, this is about you, baby?”
“I’m a blank canvas.” I pause, then give him a one-shoulder shrug. “Turn me into your masterpiece.”
The searing flames in his brown eyes turn them dark, almost black.
“Did I just make a deal with the devil?” I ask.
“Close.”
“Please don’t taint my soul,” I beg.
“When I’m done with you, there’ll be no doubt who owns you… and that includes your soul.”
“That sounded so primitive, Wolfe.” But, I can’t tell you how sexy it was.
“It’s a promise I intend on keeping, Dom.”
A delightful ribbon of pleasure twines through me, tingling my senses.
“Possessive much?” I challenge. “After all, it’s only for one night.”
It’s good to keep things in perspective or else I might lose my head.
“That’s all I need to ruin it for all the others, Dom,” he says, pinning me with his stare. The depth of his expression lets me know he’s dead serious.
His words cause my pussy to throb like crazy.
“Asshole.”
“You can throw that in my face the next time you come your head off.” I blink my surprise. “And you will come again.”
I swallow hard.
He’s been repeating that, but I honestly thought he was joking. Clearly, I’m wrong. It’s a miracle he made me come once. I doubt it will happen twice in one night. I don’t share my thoughts with him for fear they’ll only fuel him.
His overconfidence might be misconstrued as arrogance, but then again, we’re talking about Rod Wolfe. And frankly, he’s raised the bar so high for the next guy, I doubt anyone else will dethrone him. Ever.
“Come on, I need to get started on my masterpiece,” he says before crushing my lips.
Without warning, he lifts me in his arms. I wrap mine around his neck and nestle my head in the crook of his neck. He climbs the stairs and makes his way to the end of the hallway. He enters my bedroom and drops me to my feet with care. He walks to the nightstand to turn on the light. I cock an eyebrow. He responds with a dazzling smile. He does it again with the second lamp. I scan the room, adjusting to the new scenario.
I’m half naked and I have a gorgeous man standing in my bedroom. What’s wrong with this picture?
Rod has been up here countless times, but this is different. Something transcendent is about to take place and there’s no going back.
I’m still in a daze when it becomes clear his eyes are on me.
“I want to see your beautiful face when you climax,” he explains.
“That’s a lot of pressure. What happens if I suffer from performance anxiety?” I joke.
He explodes in laughter.
“You kill me, Dom.” He closes the gap between us. “Let me lay your concerns to rest. It won’t happen.”
“And you can guarantee that, Wolfe?”
“Damn right I can. I’d be a piss poor lover if I allowed that to happen,” he affirms before kissing me softly on the lips.
Quickly, things heat up and our kiss turns ravenous. I get on my toes and wrap one arm around his neck, pulling him closer until my chest touches his. He grabs my free hand and slides it between us, cupping his mighty erection. He feels much bigger than he did earlier. I was so overwhelmed, I didn’t feel the full weight of his cock when he was pressing against me, but now, I do.
“I can’t wait for your hungry pussy to choke my cock, Dom.”
Jesus.
The more he rubs my hand over his erection, the more my whole body heats up.
I look up and meet his lustful gaze. “I don’t know if I can handle you. I mean it,” I admit.
His beautiful mouth breaks into a wide, uninhibited smile.
“We don’t have to rush things. One inch at a time is all it takes. Before you know it, you’ll have swallowed me whole.”
Mother of God and all the Saints above.
While he still holds my gaze hostage, he pushes me to the edge of my king size bed.
“I want you on your back,” he orders.
I do as I’m told.
Rod slides his suit jacket off his wide shoulders and flings it across the room. It lands on the chair near the window.
Of course, he makes the shot.
He sits next to me on the mattress before lying on his side.
“I can smell your headiness, baby. You’re ready for more.”
I’m unable to speak.
His impatient hands grope my breasts and he squeezes them before lowering his mouth. I bring my hands down to his head and weave my fingers in his thick silky hair.
“I could shoot my load just playing with these,” he says, his hot breath caressin
g my nipples. “But, I’d rather fill you up instead.”
My breath quickens as my excitement heightens to unprecedented levels. Just when I think I’m about to lose my mind from all his dirty, filthy talk, Rod releases my breasts. He sits up, slides off the bed and kneels in front of me.
“These are in the way of my creative process,” he says, waving his finger over my pussy. “Time for them to go. Lift your hips for me, Dom.”
I do.
Rod reaches out and tugs my jean shorts and panties down my legs. My slickness slides down with my underwear. Feeling the unmistakable proof of my arousal is surreal.
“Ohhh,” I gasp, my heart drums faster with every inch.
And just like that, I’m completely naked. And wet again.
Dear God.
My first reaction is to cover myself, but I refrain when I read the disapproval in his eyes.
“Good girl,” he says, eating me up with hungry eyes. “You’re fucking gorgeous. Don’t ever try to cover your body from me, Dom. It’s blasphemy. Got it?”
His words bring a huge smile to my face. “I do.”
“I’m going to take a lot of pleasure painting your pussy with my cum.”
I’m astounded by his bold promise.
“No one’s ever done that before,” I say.
If he doesn’t grin like a fool.
Crap.
That was supposed to be my inner voice.
“No one’s ever marked you?”
I shoot him a sly smile, but don’t answer.
“I like knowing I’ll be your first.” That comes out in a deep rasp.
“Why are you still dressed, Wolfe? I feel incredibly vulnerable here.” I move the spotlight away from me.
“You want me naked, baby?”
“You’ve already seen every part—”
“And now you want to see what you’ll be getting?”
Yes, I’m dying to cast my eyes on your sexy body. “It’s only fair. What happens if I have buyer’s remorse?”
Rod cracks up.
“You’re doing this to throw me off my game.”
“I’m doing this because I’m nervous as hell.”
“Don’t be. You’re in good hands.”
“So you say.”
We both smile at each other.
Rod gets off the bed, toes off his expensive shoes and peels his socks off before stripping out of his tailored black pants. His shirt receives the same treatment. In a flash, he goes from sophisticated businessman to inked bad boy. He has this uncanny ability to move fluidly between both worlds.
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