Page 125 of The Obsession
“D-D-Dominic,” she stammers.
“Say my name again.”
“Dominic … yes, Dominic.”
“Fuck, Em. Fuck!” I roar as her inner muscles clench so tight around my cock it milks me of my own orgasm.
Pushing through the resistance, I jerk my hips until I’m buried to the hilt, and I lose more than my load. I lose my damn heart right along with it.
Chapter 40
Emily
Dominic’s ridiculously handsome face is buried between my legs again, and I swear if I have one more orgasm, I’m going to keel over and die. This man eats pussy like it’s one of his favourite pastimes.
He made good on his promise when he said he’d bring me back to his room and worship every inch of my body. He’s relentless and I’m certainly not complaining.
Nobody has ever worked my body over as thoroughly as he has. My ex wasn’t always a terrible lover; it simply came down to his mood or how inebriated or high he was at the time. But when the violence escalated, and my feelings turned to resentment, I did everything I could to avoid intimacy, even going as far as moving into the spare room. Thankfully, Mick’s depravity never went so far as forcing himself on me.
At least there was one boundary he respected in our relationship.
When I feel like I can take no more, I reach down, grasp either side of Dominic’s head, and attempt to drag his face up to mine.
He stops, glances up and asks. “You okay?”
“Come up here,” I plead.
“Are you aching for my big, fat cock again,mia tortina?”
Big and fat is an understatement. I’ll be lucky if I can even walk once we’re finished.
He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand as he moves, not stopping until his enormous frame is hovering over me. I swear his shoulders are so wide they could block out the sun.
My eyes drift from his handsome face, trailing over his broad, inked chest, down the hard lines of his abs, until they settle on the sharp cut of his sinful V. Every inch of him is more distracting than the last. Dominic Rizzo is the cat’s meow, if you know what I mean.
I pause once I reach his impressive length. I can’t believe he’s hard again. I’ve witnessed him working out on more than one occasion, but his stamina in the bedroom knows no bounds.
I get the impression he doesn’t see his own worth, but to me, he’s the complete package. His life hasn’t been easy, and somehow that only makes me admire him more.
He may be a ruthless mobster, but beneath all that roughness is a side most people will never get close enough to see. There’s a fire in him that makes you want to be better. Dominic is fiercely protective, loyal, sharp, and, at times, surprisingly gentle. His softness always catches me off guard.
He balances himself on one elbow as he uses his other hand to tip my face until our eyes meet. Closing the distance between us, he crashes his mouth against mine, kissing me with a fiery passion that curls my toes.
“As much as I’d love to sink back into that sweet little pussy of yours, cupcake, I’ve burned through the last three condoms I had,” he mutters, his voice rough.
“You did?” When I pout, he leans in, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth.
“If you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to have to make a late-night run to the store.”
“I’m on birth control,” I tell him.
“I’ve never fucked bareback before,” he counters.
“Neither have I,” I admit.
He arches an eyebrow. “Not even with your ex?”
I shake my head. “He’s the reason I started taking the pill in the first place.”
