Page 50 of The Club

“Turn on the nightlight above the bed. I want to see you this time.”

His body stretches. Soft light blooms over the padded leather headboard and the twisted sheets.

With Dominic behind me, I can only see his hand as it sweeps over my body. He touches me everywhere he can reach. My throat. My chest, brushing my nipples. My abs down to the tattoo.

My cock is swiftly hardening. I’ve always needed a lot of sex. No one has ever been able to keep up with me. I’ve always needed it rough. No one has ever been able to deliver.

But as my body primes itself for Dominic again, I feel almost calm. He can give me what I need. I can give him what he needs.

So I let him be gentle this time. I don’t push for aggression. This morning, when he frotted me in the shower, I realized that, with him, I can enjoy other kinds of sex. It doesn’t change the fact that I mostly want him to be rough, but this feels good too.

But only with him. He knows my darkness. He shares it. Neither of us have to hide it. It’s such a fucking relief.

So I sigh and look down the length of my body to his hand stroking my cock.

“You’re beautiful, Angel.”

A breath stutters into my lungs at the name. I start trembling.

“Shh,” he soothes against the back of my neck, still stroking my cock. “I’ll take care of you.”

His fingers curl into my balls. He starts moving inside me. It’s so gentle, so fucking sweet, I almost think I’ll cry.

“I want to see you,” I tell him.

He pulls out of me and rolls me onto my back, kneeling between my legs. I take in the sight of him. His face is so intensely masculine and so beautiful. His lips are full and sensual. His eyes are dark and dangerous. His body is so balanced and powerful. And his cock is hard, brutal, and utterly perfect. It’s thick and veiny, his balls hanging heavy below it.

The light falls just right to show a faint scar at the base of his cock. Someone cut him there. Jesus.

I don’t ask him about it. I already know he’s broken. I am too. That’s why we fit together so perfectly.

He lifts my legs, opening and lifting me. His huge cock nudges my hole. I close my eyes, relieved to feel him there again. He slides in, reclaiming his place inside me. He settles my legs on his shoulders.

His cock strokes inside me. I don’t think I’ll come like this, but I still enjoy it, watching him move as I feel it. We stare at each other, both shocked, I think, to like this.

My cock lies hard against my abdomen, leaking precum. Dominic’s eyes drift to it.

“Oh, fuck, that’s gorgeous,” he mutters. “Oh my god.”

He thrusts harder, making my cock jerk and leak.

“Let me watch you touch yourself,” he says.

I wrap my hand around my cock and stroke, pulling hard along the shaft to the head, squeezing.

“Jesus,” he mutters, bending me as he leans down. It shifts his cock inside me. He starts hitting my prostate.

“Fuck!” I gasp, stroking harder as my balls draw up.

Dominic drives into me, contorting my body, grunting with every deep thrust. I’m clenching on him as I rush toward myrelease. I tighten to my breaking point and shout as my orgasm explodes through me.

Dominic’s hips snap forward, burying his cock deep as he comes inside me. Our eyes lock as we strain through the release. Fuck, he’s beautiful when he comes.

Neither of us say anything as the intensity fades, leaving us quietly joined.

I’m not sure—I wouldn’t really know—but … I think we just made love.

Dominic is shaken and so am I. I reach for him, afraid he’ll leave. He wraps his arms around me. I wrap mine around him. We both hold tight, tangling together in the mess, hiding against each other because there’s no way either of us can face what we just did.

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