Page 76 of Fierce Monarch

“He is, but so are you.”

“I know, and I fully intend to show you I can be good too. But first, you owe me something.”

He flipped me over in his lap, so my ass was bared to the room. “You disappeared on us.”

“Yes,” I panted. I was a little sore from all the sex with Greyson, but that didn’t make me want Dominic any less.

He hummed, sliding his finger along the length of my panties until I squirmed. “I should make you fuck me without coming as punishment.”

A bark of laughter came from the kitchen that we both ignored, though I grinned against Dominic’s thigh. “I’m pretty sure that’s impossible for me.”

These men had all my buttons memorized; there was no way I could stop myself.

“You’re right. So, let’s do this.” He hauled me up with a hand in my hair until he could whisper in my ear. “You come until I tell you it’s time to stop.”

Oh fuck.

“You’re so wet I can smell it. Let’s see if I’m right.” He shoved me farther down so I was nearly face first in the carpet, and he ran his tongue along the damp spot of my panties. “Fuck, you taste good.”

Even the heat of his breath against my covered pussy was too much and not enough. “Dominic.”

“Hush, baby. I’m going to make you feel so good that you’ll think twice before leaving me behind next time.”

Before I could even brace myself, he ripped the panties to the side and got to work. His tongue circled my clit, his fingers speared inside me, and he forced me into an orgasm faster than I’d ever had one before. I was barely able to keep my balance, trying—and failing—to rock my hips, as if that would make it any better. Lightning-quick, I came, and Dominic didn’t stop. He pulled my clit into his mouth and sucked, pushing one orgasm into two and then into three. His fingers never relented.

It was painful to come so quickly and not nearly as satisfying as it was when I worked to come, but Dominic didn’t care. He kept me going until my pussy was truly swollen and we were both drenched in come.

“Enough,” I rasped. “Enough.”

“Say you’re sorry, mariposa.”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’ll tell you next time. I promise.”

“Even if we’re sleeping?” he asked, his fingers circling my worn-out clit.

“Yes! I promise. I promise.”

“Good girl.”

He flipped me over again, holding me steady when the blood rushed back to my head. Then he unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick. “Now, sit on my cock.”

I blamed the orgasms for how long it took me to respond. “What?”

“You got me all worked up.”

The implication was clear: You started this. You finish it. I stared at him, trying to make my brain work faster. “If I do this, we’re good?”

“We’re already good. You’ll do this because we both need it.” He was so fucking sure of himself, I hated that he was right.

Rising onto shaky knees, I hooked my panties to one side and rocked my hips along his length, soaking him until he growled and grabbed me by the throat. “Now, mariposa.”

I lined him up and sank down on his cock before he’d even finished whispering my name.

“Fuck, this is where I belong,” he groaned, holding me captive as he thrust into me from below. “Inside you, all the time.”

“You’d have to share,” I said hoarsely, trying to move my hips, to do something other than come again because I had a feeling it would wreck me.

“I can work with that,” he said, pulling me forward by my throat. “You’ve got two holes we can use.”

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