Page 103 of Sweetest Sin
I jump into his arms, wrapping my legs around his torso, and kiss him passionately as the fireworks continue to go off.
“And, Dominick,” I say once we break apart to catch our breath, “I will gladly follow you to the pits of hell if it means I get to spend my life with you. I’ve always preferred the heat to the cold anyway.”
Dominick carries me back inside, and I jump when Brielle says, “Congrats!”
“Oh my God. You were watching?” I ask, trying to get Dominick to put me down.
“Dominick asked me to take pictures. I’m so happy for you both.” She rushes over and gives us each a kiss on our cheeks. “Go celebrate, and I’ll send you what I took later.”
“You had her take pictures?” I ask him as he lays me on the bed once we’re in our room. “That’s so sweet.”
“I see all the pictures you take of Damien. I figured you’d want some from tonight. She was told to stay hidden, but she obviously couldn’t help herself.”
He crawls up my body and kisses my lips and then trails hot kisses along my jaw and over to my neck. I want to feel him inside me, be connected as close as possible, but I also lovewhen he takes his time worshipping me. When he gets to my collarbone, he stops so he can remove my clothes.
Thankfully, I’m wearing cute pajamas, so the pictures will be good. But I wonder if I can convince him to do an engagement shoot with me. I’ve always wanted to do one …
“What are you thinking about?” he asks, breaking me from my thoughts.
Since I wasn’t wearing a bra, with my shirt off, my breasts are exposed and on display for Dominick. He licks one nipple and then the other.
“I was thinking about what it would take to convince you to do an engagement photo shoot with me,” I admit truthfully.
Dominick smirks. “I’m sure I could be persuaded.”
The glimmer in his eye is playful, and I love this side of Dominick, so I go along with it.
Sitting up, I push him off me so he’s on his back, and then I straddle his thighs.
“Take your shirt off,” I tell him as I slide down, my center rubbing against his cock, covered by his sweatpants.
When I’m off him, I settle between his legs and pull his pants down, his hard length springing out and making my mouth water.
I waste no time wrapping my fingers around his shaft and taking him into my mouth. I start slow, teasing his head, sliding the tip of my tongue into his slit, while I gently roll his balls in my palm, knowing he loves when I play with them.
“Jesus, fuck,” Dominick groans, delving his fingers into my hair and tightening his hold on my scalp.
Once his cock is wet with my saliva, I start to suck him off with a purpose. Bobbing my head up and down, I suction my cheeks and work my mouth and tongue over his hard length.
“Fuck, baby,” he moans.
I assume he’s going to come down my throat since he knows I’m good with it, so I’m shocked when he uses his grip on my hair to pull me off him.
Before I can question it though, he’s grabbing me by my hips and lifting me over his cock. As I take him into me, we both moan at how good it feels.
“Your mouth is fucking perfect,” he breathes when I’m completely filled by him. “But this pussy, coming inside you and risking the chance of getting you pregnant … that is what will persuade me.”
I shake my head and chuckle under my breath because I shouldn’t be surprised. The man is determined to get me pregnant before I can get on birth control. Little does he know, I have no intention of getting on birth control. Was I wary at first? Yes. But now, I know my future is with Dominick, and I want the same thing he wants—to fill our home with love and add to our family.
I place my hands on his hard chest and start to ride him, my hips moving in a way that I know will have us both coming shortly. He feels so good like this, with my pussy sucking him in and the head of his cock hitting the deepest part of me.
As my orgasm approaches, Dominick sits up and wraps his arms around me so our chests are touching. His mouth captures mine, his tongue tangling with my own, and in this position, with our bodies connected in the most intimate way, we both find our release.
With our bodies still sensitive and our breathing heavy, he takes the hand with my beautiful engagement ring and brings it to his lips.
“This ring means that you’re mine,” he says, glancing up at me with love and adoration in his gaze. “You don’t ever have to persuade me to do anything. Whatever it is you want, I will give it to you—always. You and our son are my world, and I willdo everything in my power to ensure you’re happy … including taking cheesy-ass engagement photos.”
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