Page 29 of Beacon

“Yeah, and I’m about to show you how much.” He pulls me over to the kitchen table and pushes me flat against it, shoving my yoga pants down. “This ass is almost obscene in these pants, but lucky for me, it’s easy access.”

“I’ll be sure to wear them all the time when you’re around,” I tease.

“I don’t know if I want other men seeing you in these, though.” His hand is on my back, and he begins peppering kisses down it, and he stops at my ass. “Remember the stoplights? You tell me if it’s too much.”

“I love this. Fuck me. I mean, after all, it’s been almost twelve hours since the last time.” I know his need for control, where it stems from, and I respect it, but I love to challenge him from time to time, and he seems to love it as much as I love his commanding ways.

I can’t see him, but he must be on his knees, and his tongue makes contact with my clit. Two fingers enter me, and I’m left to simply ride out his pleasure, and I’m fucking here for it.

“Do you want me to make you come from my tongue or from my cock?”

I think of a commercial I saw just the other day where someone is asked if they wanted hard or soft-shelled tortillas. And I answer as they had. “Why not both?”

His deep chuckle radiates through my own body, with his face next to my sex. “You amaze me, Rosso. And challenge accepted.”

He uses both his mouth and fingers with my clit, and his other hand is working my G-spot. “How does that feel, baby?” he asks.

He pinches my clit, and in that one sensation, he pulls out an orgasm, his fingers still inside of me.

“I love how responsive you are.” A moan drips from my lips, and another and then another.

He removes his fingers, and when I open my eyes, his face is next to mine on the table. “I love to watch you orgasm. You’re beautiful, but an orgasming Rosso is fucking beyond what beauty should be. And I’m keeping you to myself.”

He wants a commitment, and I’ve skirted around it a few times now. He’s been so wishy-washy up to this point, and it’s my way to protect myself, though I’m falling hard. But in this moment, I find I want more days like today.

“Now, how do you ask for my cock?” he whispers, moving over to me and kissing the bridge of my nose.

“Can I please have your cock, oh mighty king of orgasms?”

I’ve missed where he’s undressed, and I feel his cock slide through my wetness, causing me to almost buck. I’m a little sensitive, but ready for more.

“King of Orgasms. I love the title, baby. By the way, I’m being safe. But, we have to have a serious conversation about condoms. I hate wearing them.”

Thank fuck he put one on when I was coming down from my high. I’m glad he’s being the responsible one. Sort of forgot about that.

He pushes into me, and I grip the side edges of the table and hold on for dear life. He thrusts deeper and deeper into me, and I’m so wet from before I can hear it.

“I love how wet you are for me and me alone.”

It’s true; no one ever causes this sort of sensation inside of me.

“Fuck me hard,” I challenge. “Make me come again.”

He leans over near my ear, as he still bucks inside of me. “I got you, baby. Don’t worry. And don’t forget who is in control.”

And there’s that word. I love him in control, and most of all, I’m positive I could fall in love with Dom, and most likely, very soon. One last push and my pussy tightens around his cock, and we’re both coming at the same time.

He rests on his elbow,and his face is over mine. I’ve barely recovered from the last orgasm, but his smile is something that makes me return the sentiment. It’s like yellow daisies and milk chocolate—two specific things that make me happy.

His other hand is trailing light strokes around my nipples. “Fuck, Sandra, you’re beautiful. So fucking beautiful.”

I blush and stay quiet, as I’m lost in the moment of what just happened between us.

“I have a question for you.”

“Yeah? Ask away.”

“Why do you go by Sandra and not Cassie? Or simply Cassandra?” he asks. It’s a little bit out of the blue, but we’re learning more about the other.

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