Page 30 of Say Yes To The Fake Date

I pull him with me through the office and then walk up the stairs to his apartment and don’t stop until I’m standing in his living room. He shuts the door behind him and then gestures around the apartment. “It’s not much.”

I pull my shirt up my body and over my headbefore letting it drop to the floor. Dom’s mouth falls open, and I smile at him. “I like your apartment.”

His eyes are glued to my breast. “Fuckkkkk,” he murmurs.

I undo the button on my jeans, slide them down my legs, and step out of them. “I’ve put on weight since I was eighteen.”

“You’re perfection,” he says, his eyes glued to my body.

I’m standing before him in only my bra and panties, and he’s practically salivating. He comes toward me, and I put a hand to his chest to stop him. He looks between my hand and my face in confusion.

“I want my turn.”

He nods. “Yeah, baby, it’s your turn. I want to touch you.”

I shake my head. “No, it’s my turn to touch you.”

“Lucyyyy.”

“Listen, this is what I want.”

He tilts my chin up. “Honey, I’m yours, but I’m not going to last if you touch me.”

I shrug. “That’s fine. I want to be the one that makes you lose control, Dom.”

He rubs at my chin. “Fuck, Lucy. I have grease on my hands. Let me get cleaned up.”

“No,” I tell him.

He pulls his hands back. “I’m going to leave grease all over you.”

I shrug. “Is that a bad thing? It’s almost like you’ll be marking me… making me yours.”

He jerks like he’s been punched in the gut. “You are mine.”

I jut my chin at him. “Prove it.” I reach for the hem of his shirt. “Now are you going to let me touch you?”

He doesn’t say a word; he just nods his head.

I pull the shirt up, and he has to lean over so I can I pull it over his head. He’s always been in shape, but he’s thicker, and his muscles ripple as he takes a deep breath. My nipples pucker just looking at him. My hands go to the waist of his jeans, and he sucks in a deep breath. I undo the belt, the snap and then roll the zipper down. He’s panting in suspense, and when I lean down to help him out of his jeans, I drop to my knees in front of him.

His cock is hard, tenting his underwear, and I wrap my hand around him through the material. His hips punch forward in reflex.

I pull his boxers down his legs, and his cocksprings up. It’s angry-looking, pointing right at me, and I waste no time, wrapping my hand around him and pressing my tongue to his tip. A guttural groan leaves him, and I take him down my throat. His hand goes to the back of my head, and I suckle him, taking him deeper.

His hips pump slowly, and I savor everything about it. He grabs on to my hair, and his hips stop. “Lucy, wait, I’m going to—”

I shake my head, moaning on his girth, letting him know that I want it and not to stop.

I take him deeper, moaning as I stretch my mouth around him. His hips thrust erratically, but I take him, and when he comes, his whole body shudders around me.

I swallow him, and only when I’ve taken it all do I pop off his length.

He drags me up and holds me to him. He unsnaps my bra and then practically rips my underwear getting them off me. He picks me up with one arm behind my back and one under my legs. I let out a scream when my feet come off the ground. “Dom, stop, I’m too—”

He cuts me off. “Don’t even think about finishing that sentence, Lucky.”

He carries me through the small apartment anddoesn’t stop until we’re standing next to his bed. He lays me down, and I scoot to one side as I look around the room. I see the framed photo on his nightstand, and my heart stutters in my chest. I reach for it, pulling it closer.

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