Page 82 of Calling You Out: Part Two

“You only left the house three hours ago,” I sighed, content as his lips travelled down my neck, and we wobbled as the carriage began its slow ascent.

“That’s still too long,” he hummed, nipping my collarbone and teasing the buttons of my shirt.

“We don’t have time for that,” I said, batting his hands away, but he got that look that said he had his eyes set on something else.

Dom kissed me again, lowering me into the seat. I would have worried that someone could see us, but Bunny’s face was so boldly printed on the carriage that it tinged the view in white and pink.

Dom was on his knees before I’d even got comfortable on the hard plastic, spreading my thighs open as he played with my fly. He was so good that it barely took him ten seconds totear open the zip.

One finger stroked along my cock as he leaned in, kissing me again, teasing slow circles to wake my body up. We were only at the quarter-way point, but I was already moaning under him.

“That’s what I like to see,” he hummed as he bent down, tipped forward, and buried my cock deep into his mouth without hesitation.

“Dom, that's perfect,” I moaned as my head fell back, my fingers buried in his hair, and all I heard was him murmuring “I love you,” before he carried me away with his tongue.