Page 7 of Cruel Promise
Without a word, he releases himself and hooks his fingers into my still unbuttoned jeans before tearing them down my legs, taking my panties along with them.
I move to sit up so I can help tug off my shirt, but a hand pressed to the center of my chest stops me. Dominique shoves me flat back on the bed, eyes locking with mine, almost daring me to look away.
Grabbing my knees, he forces my legs wide, exposing my pussy to his hungry gaze. I shiver underneath the intensity of his stare, my legs clenching together, but his grip only tightens, keeping me in place.
“Tell me what you need.” It’s not a question. It’s a demand.
“You.” I’m panting now, desperate for him to fuck me and not at all ashamed to admit it, but he just stands there, looking his fill as I lie beneath him.
“Keep your legs open for me. Understand?”
I do as instructed and am rewarded when he swipes two thick fingers through my folds. A moan slips past my lips before he withdraws his touch, bringing his fingers to his mouth, and mine drops open at the site of what he does next.
Dominique sucks both fingers into his mouth, licking the evidence of my desire clean from his fingertips before murmuring a soft groan, eyes closed like I am the best thing he has ever tasted.
My pussy clenches, more proof of how turned on I am now leaking between my thighs.Fuck.Why is that so hot? It’s obscene yet I’m completely turned on by the action.
My heart races and eager anticipation thrums through me as I wait to see what he’ll do next. I need him to touch me. Okay, I need him to do a lot more than that, but you get the idea. What I do not need though, is for him to talk. Which is what he decides to do right now.
“If we keep doing this, I’m setting new rules,” he tells me.
A frown carves itself into my face.“What new rules?” We already made rules. Keep it casual. Don’t catch feelings. No fucking anyone else because—gross. And Aaron can never find out. What more does he want? And more, why the hell is he bringing this up now when I am half naked and here for the taking?
Dominique returns his fingers between my thighs, running them back and forth along my slit without penetrating me.
Holy …
… yes…
More…
“So fucking wet. This all for me?” With his other hand, he shoves my shirt up, exposing my breasts before leaning down to capture one in his mouth, teeth biting down on my nipple right as he slides his fingers higher to find my clit.
The sharp stab of pain shoots an arrow of heat straight to my center, taking me higher and higher as Dom circles my clit with quick, confident strokes.
My hips thrust forward, but a hand on the inside of my thigh presses me back, preventing me from chasing his touch.
“Rule number one,” he says, still circling my clit.
Really? We’re back to this? I thought after the last comment that he would drop it.
“You go back to class.”
I open my mouth to reject the idea when he moves his hand and thrusts two thick fingers into my pussy. I gasp, clenching around him and he continues. “Rule number two. You respond to my calls. All of them. I don’t give a shit if you’re busy or it’s the middle of the night. If I call, you fucking answer.”
Jesus Christ. Demanding much? I’ve ignored him—at most—maybe three times since this thing between us started. Okay, more like five. But who cares? All he wanted was to check up on me. I’m eighteen years old and Dominique Price is not my keeper.
He thrusts his fingers in and out, making it hard to concentrate as my body coils tight, fingers fisting into the sheets at my sides.
“And rule number three.”
Wait. Did he say three?
I swear to god if not for him finger fucking me right now, I’d tell him exactly where to take his rules, before shoving them up his ass. But, Oh. My. God. That feels good. So. Fucking. Good.
Adjusting his position, Dominique adds a third finger, working it into me, and it’s almost too much.
A delicious burn spears my core as he stretches me, forcing me to accommodate all three of his fingers.
