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I swallow roughly and nod. I want this.

After a few seconds, I push back another half inch. It burns—not in a painful way, necessarily, but definitely in an unused way.

“Squeeze down on me,” Dominic coaxes. “When you relax, it’ll relax the muscle.”

I let out a heavy exhale and will myself to follow his directions. And I squeeze against him.

The second I stop squeezing, every muscle in my lower body relaxes, and Dominic easily slides in another inch.

“Oh,” I breathe. Without my tenseness, that feels…good.

Dominic lets out a groan against the back of my neck. “You’re so fucking tight.”

My moan vibrates through my chest, my eyes sliding shut as I arch my hips and press back another inch. The heat of this moment swirls around me, taking me higher and higher, making something that’s taboo feel so good because of how wrong it is.

I don’t fully understand why this feels good, but I know…I want more of it.

I take another inch of him. And then one of his hands arrows between my legs and circles my clit, and I moan so loud that I feel more than hear his curse against my skin when I drive my hips back and take the rest of him inside me in one thrust.

“Oh, God,” I gasp, freezing in place as the weight of the moment hits me. I feel so full.

“That’s my girl,” Dominic praises, his fingers still moving in soothing circles. “Such a good little student. So sweet taking my cock in your ass.”

His words have a shiver running through me, the dirty sentiment making me crave more of this.

Experimentally, I shift my hips slightly. Just enough to feel Dominic move inside me.

“Oh,” I breathe. And then I move again, this time with a tiny forward and back motion. “Oh.”

To his credit, Dominic stays stock-still as I fuck myself on his cock. He lets me get used to his size and figure out what feels good.

But the more I move, the more my own movements aren’t enough. As I push my hips forward and back, riding Dominic’s length, need thrums beneath my skin. I need more. I need him.

“Fuck me,” I beg, my voice sounding raspy and foreign to my own ears. “Dominic, please fuck me.”

He shudders against me. Then his hips pull back, before slowly driving into me on a long slide.

“Yes,” I breathe. “Oh my God, more.”

“Christ, Skylar,” he groans, straightening up behind me and gripping my hips so he can fuck into me again. “Look at you.”

I whimper and fuck back into him. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this needy.

He abides by my silent request and starts to rut into me, his movements becoming harder, more carnal.

But the angle doesn’t feel quite right. Normally, to get deeper I would drop to my elbows and arch my hips up as much as I can. But right now, the angle feels like it would be better if I were upright.

So, I push off my hands and flatten my back to Dominic’s chest. He immediately wraps an arm around my waist to hold me in place.

“You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever fucking seen,” he growls in my ear, fucking into me even harder. “I’ll never get enough of you.”

Suddenly desperate for his kiss, I turn my head and search for his lips. He falls on my mouth like a man possessed.

An orgasm starts to build, but it doesn’t feel like anything I’ve ever experienced before. The magnitude of it is makes my breaths come quicker, and I latch onto Dominic’s arm that’s banded across me in an effort to anchor myself to this moment. The bigger it gets, the messier my kiss becomes.

His thrusts become hard, deep fucks that take me to the very edge. And then his hand goes back to my clit, his tongue fills my mouth, and I’m lost to this new pleasure.

My orgasm explodes through every nerve of my body. Shaking, shuddering through it, clenching down on Dominic as he swallows my gasp with his mouth. I’ve never felt anything like this. I vaguely register his own groan, and the stuttered movement of his hips. Right as my pleasure is dying down, he pulls out and comes in stripes over my thighs.

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