Page 27 of Untouchable

She gasped. Her whole body shook, every sense in her so heightened that even the slight wisp of air through the room felt painful.

The length of his shaft pressed against her cleft, and she bit her lip to hold off the moan.

He did a few shallow thrusts against her as he smoothed his hands up and down her ass. Dominic moved away from her in the next instant, but before she could ask him—beg him—to come back to her, she felt something cold and wet slide against her anus.

Chloe tensed when she felt Dominic slowly push a lubed-up finger into her bottom. Anticipation coursed through her at what was about to happen.

“Where do you want my cock, Chloe?”

He was playing with her, and God help her, she liked it. “In me.” Those words were no more than a whisper, but she knew he heard her nonetheless.

“Where exactly, baby? Tell me where you want my thick cock.”

She couldn’t breathe.

“In your cunt? Your mouth?” His voice was laced with desire. “Or how about your tight little perfect ass?”

Chloe sucked in a breath. “In my ass,” she murmured softly. “Please, stick your cock in my ass.” God, she’d never in her life seen herself as being this wanton.

The feeling of his chest against her back, of his groan against her ear, had goosebumps moving along her arms and legs.

“Please.” She whispered that lone word. “I need you. I love you.” The words kept spilling from her on their own.

This game he was playing wasn’t what she was used to, but it was everything she had hoped for.

“Fuck, Chloe. The way you make me feel … you fucking consume me.”

Reaching between their bodies, she felt his erection skim along her saturated folds. He teased her for a moment before he aligned the thick head with her anus. The grunt that came from him had her desire heightening. And then he pushed in slowly and gently. It was agony and ecstasy wrapped into one perfect moment.

“I love you so fucking much. I’m never letting you go, never giving up on us again.” He pushed all those hard, long, and thick inches into her ass. She felt the ring of muscle give and his cockhead fully slide into her. He didn’t move for a suspended moment; he just let her adjust to his size.

He gripped her waist with enough force to leave bruises. But she wanted those marks on her. She lifted her ass, showing himwhat she needed, wanted. His murmured obscenities had her entire body tingling.

Dominic thrust into her in one swift move. His big, heavy balls slapped against her, and she moaned out as her climax finally broke free. Just that one thrust in her ass and she cried out in abandon. Arching her back, Chloe squeezed her eyes closed tightly and bit her lip, tasting blood.

Dominic started sawing in and out of her so hard and fast the bed slammed against the wall. God, it felt good. His language was coarse and harsh, explicit and rough. It fueled her own desires, and she pushed back against him, seeking more, needing it.

“You feel so fucking good, Chloe.” He continued to praise her, to tell her how tight and wet she was.

She climaxed three more times, all saying his name out loud, letting the pleasure consume her until she was nothing more than a shell.

With one last thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside of her and came so hard she could feel the powerful, hot jets of his cum. For long moments his orgasm went on, fueling her desire, making her pleasure last.

When the last tremor left him, Chloe collapsed on the bed and felt his massive weight pin her down. He only stayed like that for a moment before he rolled over. His arm was around her waist, pulling her to him so her back was to his chest.

She lay there, his arm around her, his dick still buried inside of her. Chloe felt her sense of completion mix with being sated, relaxed, and most of all … claimed.

And that was the last thing she was aware of before she let that deep sleep take hold of her.

19

ONE YEAR LATER

Chloe lay on her back and stared at the ceiling of her and Dominic’s bedroom. Dominic had gotten up early, as usual, to take a run around the lake. It had been the sound of pots and pans banging together and the smell of frying bacon that had woken her, that had her smiling and stretching, feeling deliciously sore in all the right places.

The sound of the clock counting down beside her had been overly obnoxious when they’d first bought it, but now she found it calming, like a metronome relaxing her further.

She wanted to go to him, but to be honest, Chloe had no intention of moving, not when she was nice and sore from last night, from what Dominic had done to her. When the noise from downstairs stopped, she lifted herself up and braced her upper body on her elbows. She could hear the sound of Dominic coming closer, the heavy footfalls of him coming to her as he ascended the stairs. And even now, a year later, her heart pounded rapidly and butterflies took residence in her belly.

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