Page 23 of A Seed Of Peril

“Take me, Dominic. Please, and don’t you dare be gentle.”

He smirked against my skin, his devious chuckle rumbling in his chest. He then set me on my feet, lust and eagerness possessing his eyes. Those beautiful blues slowly surveyed me from head to toe and back up my body. He ran his tongue over his bottom lip. I stood there, my heart racing in anticipation.

“Take it off,” he commanded, jutting his chin, a dark huskiness dripping off his tongue. “All. Of it.”

I pushed the fabric of the kimono off my right shoulder at a teasing pace, smirking. A low groan crawled up his throat.

“Faster.” He slipped his hand inside his gray sweatpants, stroking himself.

My right shoulder now exposed, I began slipping the kimono off my other, saying, “I want you to start a fire.” I nudged my head in the direction of our fireplace across the room. Dominic stroked himself on his way to the fireplace. I tossed the kimono onto the plush, royal-blue bench that stretched the length of the foot of our California king bed. When the flames began to stretch, I turned off the lamp on his nightstand.

The glow of the flames cascaded behind Dominic as he walked back over to me, his physique a whole new kind of alluring. Beauteous. I unhooked the front of my sleep bra, letting my breasts delicately spill out. The changes my breasts had endured made me slightly more self-conscious, but it didn’t faze Dominic in the slightest. He cupped one, tenderly kneading it.

“Does that hurt you?” he asked, always making sure I was okay. I loved that about him.

Shaking my head, I tipped it back, mewling as he brushed his thumb over my nipple. I straightened my neck and brought my hand to the back of his, forcing his mouth to mine, tasting his tongue. I slipped my other hand into his sweats, wrapping my fingers around his velvety, steel length. When I gave it one long pump and traced the tip of the wet crown with my thumb. Dominic released a husky moan. I drank in his moan, his muscles tense. He let go of my breast and pushed his sweats down past his hips and thighs, stepping out of them and kicking them off to the side. I brushed my cheek against his, stroking him slowly, speaking against the shell of his ear.

“Let me taste you. Please,Bellissimo.” I gazed into his eyes, captivated as always with the way the color red started off as specks that gradually bled into his icy blues the more aroused he became.

His eyebrows creased, a louder moan leaving him. “Fuck.”

Letting go of his cock, I took a seat on the edge of his side of the bed, taking his cock back into my hand. He was rock hard, veins prominent. More precum leaked from its tip. I stroked him again, his cock slick. I was so fucking eager to lap it all up, guiding him into my mouth.

“Fuuck,” he drawled, fisting my hair. He didn’t fuck my mouth. He let me set the pace, grunting as I took him to the back of my throat. I held his hip, stroking him while I slid him in and out of my mouth. “That’s it, baby. Fucking take it. All of it.”

He fisted more of my hair, cupping his free hand over mine, rocking his hips to my rhythm.

I played with his balls, squeezing them just enough to elicit a throaty grunt, my tongue lapping his juices. I wrapped my fingers around his cock as I once again guided him to the back of my throat before bobbing my head back and forth to repeat the motion. Holding his tensing thighs, I repeated the actions over and over, driving him closer and closer to the edge.

“Sh-Shit,” he murmured. “Fuck,Bellissima.” He was dancing on that fine line leading to explosive bliss when he suddenly pulled out of my mouth and pulled me to my feet, jutting his chin to the bed. “Hands and knees now.”

I did as he said, wiggling my ass for him. I gasped when he spanked me, biting my bottom lip in anticipation.

“Still,” he ordered. He then spread my legs wider, grabbing my hips and pulling me backward as he thrust inside me without warning. He did as I asked. He wasn’t easy. Fisting my hair, he wrenched my head back as he thrust in and out of me at a brutal pace, his calloused fingers digging into the flesh of my hip.

Slipping my hand between my thighs, I began circling my clit, rubbing it between my fingers and thumb. My walls squeezed around Dominic’s cock as my ecstasy ratcheted higher and higher. Dominic’s breathing labored as he held his rhythm, his balls slapping against my skin.

“Come with me,Bellissima.”

I rubbed myself faster, cresting the top of the wave. I was hot. Swimming in the weightless sensation.

“Oh fuck,” Dominic blurted. “Fuck, fuck!” He roared his release at the same time I gasped in ecstasy, both of us crashing into nirvana, coasting through the explosion as we came down.

I rested on my elbows, pressing my forehead into the bedding, catching my breath. Our cum ran down my thighs. I pouted when Dominic pulled out, a fresh wave of pleasure rolling through my veins at his low, dangerous chuckle. In seconds, I yelped as he flipped me over and moved my legs onto his shoulders. I shuddered at the feel of him licking his tongue up my slit. He suckled my swollen clit. My moan was strained, almost breathless.

Another orgasm began building. I wriggled against his mouth, pressing against it, mewling. I scratched the bedding, digging my nails into it. I was on the rail car as it went up the rollercoaster of desire, quickly approaching the drop-off. Shit, I was so fucking close to coming again. Dominic slipped his tongue inside of me, hitting that perfect spot that had me seeing stars as he lapped up our combined cum. Lapped up every bit of me.

“You're fucking delectable,” he rasped, the vibration of his words creating a pleasurable shockwave that nearly made me lose myself right there. When he stuck his finger inside of me, I nearly saw stars. I rode Dominic’s face, desperate as he attacked my pussy, his tongue wild. He inserted another finger, hooking them and finding that magic spot. I couldn’t take it anymore and clenched around his fingers, moaning my release into the bedding.

In safe, swift movements, I soon found myself back on my feet, the cherry wood cooling. Dominic brought one arm around me, holding my shoulder with his other hand. Steadying my breathing, I leaned back into the spot between his neck and shoulder, kissing his flesh. He cupped my belly with his hand, turning my head and bringing our mouths close together, our lips ghosting one another’s. We shared a teasing kiss. I turned around in his arms and clutched his face, crashing my mouth to his for a passionate kiss. Stopping, I stared into his eyes, watching the red diminish from his blue irises as I cupped his cheek.

“I hope you’re not spent.”

A playful, delicious smirk reached Dominic’s eyes. “Never.”

We pounced, feverishly fawning and grabbing and pawing everywhere we could.

It was going to be a long, pleasurable night.

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