Page 64 of Wicked Truths
“Dom,” she groans. Her eyes flutter and shut.
My name on her lips is the sweetest sound I have heard in my entire life.
Her pussy clasps my cock so tightly. “Relax, piccola.”
A single tear escapes from her eyes. I kiss it and then her face, her neck and back to her mouth. “Oh God, Amara,” I murmur against her lips as I slowly start rocking into her.
Her muscles clamp around my dick, and I don’t know how long I will last as I thrust in and out of her.
“Oh God, Dom,” she moans as she moves beneath me.
My cock pulses again at hearing my name on her lips.
I was so angry with Amara earlier tonight, and now something is bubbling inside me. It’s an emotion I’ve not felt in such a long time.
I press my thumb over her clit as I move. Her noises turn into whimpers, she’s so close to coming.
So am I. I need some release, but not before she does.
I quicken the pace, pounding into her, thrusting with everything I’ve got.
“Are you on birth control,” I ask as I pound into her tight heat.
I don’t normally go without a condom. I never come inside anyone.
“No,” she gasps. Her fingers rake my shoulders, and her eyes widen as her pussy flutters around my cock from her nearing climax.
That’s what I want to hear. “Good.”
I feel everything. The way her pussy squeezes at my possessiveness or knowing what is to come.
“Dominic,” she moans.
Fuck!She is going to kill me if she keeps calling my name the way she does.
“I’m going to fucking explode inside you,” I growl as I take her hands, holding them against the pillow, pounding into her like some primal animal. “But I want you to come first.”
Her moans are getting louder and with each one, I push deeper. “Come for me, Amara. Come now.” I’m so close to coming I don’t know if I can hold on.
Her mouth opens as I thrust harder, giving her all of me.
Inside Amara, I’m feeling something I haven’t for a very long time. It’s not only the way she looks at me, but that she wants me.
“Harder,” she demands.
I smile, giving her everything she wants. Driving my cock so far into her that she’ll only ever want me.
My heart beats against her chest, in time with hers. Every pound she matches. Every breath is like I am hers.
My hand travels to her neck and I apply gentle pressure there, not enough to stop her breathing.
Her eyes round in fear. But just when I think she’ll grab my hand and stop me, she pants my name like a chant over and over.
“Dom.” Her muscles contract around me as she soaks me with her climax.
“Good girl,” I murmur into her ear as her pussy squeezes my cock.
I roar as I thrust into her one last time. My body shaking uncontrollable as I spill my hot liquid inside of her.
