Page 28 of Sweetest Sin
I slide out and then back in a few times, not wanting to hurt her. She’s obviously not a virgin, but the way she’s choking my cock like a vise, despite her juices dripping down and all over my shaft, tells me it’s either been a while or she hasn’t been with anyone worthy of being inside her.
“Dominick,” she pants, “harder, please. I promise I won’t break.”
“You got it, baby.”
I reach around her and grip the edge of the counter, caging her in, and then I start to fuck her how she wants. The first few thrusts damn near send her into the sink, but I hold on to her tightly so she can’t go anywhere while I fuck her with everything I have.
Peyton’s eyes meet mine, and she screams out in pleasure as I continue to ram my cock in and out of her, watching as I hit her in the perfect spot that has her orgasm creeping up on her.
“Oh my God, more!” she moans, turning slightly so I can tilt her face toward me and kiss her the way I’m fucking her—like I need her to survive.
My balls start to tighten, but I’m not done with her yet, so I pull out and lift her onto the vanity. She wraps her legs around my waist, and I go back to fucking her so deep that I’m not sure where she begins and I end.
“I’m so close,” she chokes out, pulling my face toward hers.
As I fuck her with deep, sensual thrusts, we kiss one another with the desperation of two people who know their time is running out.
I try to hold back, not wanting it to end, but all too soon, Peyton flies over the edge, and I have no choice but to go with her—which makes sense because, even though I’ve only known this woman for a short time, I’d follow her anywhere.
“Holy shit,” she murmurs, pushing her sweaty hair out of her face as we catch our breath. “That was …”
“Only the fucking beginning.”
9
Peyton
I’m notsure how early it is, but as I roll over, I let out a groan, my body deliciously sore. My alarm hasn’t gone off yet, so it must be early. Instead of checking the time, I lie where I am, recalling the events from last night and earlier this morning.
Sweaty bodies.
Tangled limbs.
Too many orgasms to count.
Sex on damn near every surface of the suite.
Laughing, kissing, foreplay.
Dominick devouring my pussy while I sat on the edge of the Jacuzzi and then fucking me in it.
I should be satiated for the next year based on the number of times he made me come, but the thought of not seeing or kissing or fucking him after today has me reaching for him in hopes that I can convince him of one more round of amazing sex before we have to shower and then head to the airport.
But when my hand lands on the cold sheets and my eyes fly open, I realize I’m alone.
I sit up, and for a moment, I wonder if this was all a dream.
Did I imagine my time with Dominick?
I grab my phone from the nightstand and click on my photos. And right there, in color, is a picture of Dominick and me standing in front of the water. Him in a sharp black suit and me in my little black dress.
I swipe out of my photos and turn off my alarm since I’m awake. Then, I pad into the bathroom. I’m butt naked, having fallen asleep with Dominick’s body wrapped around mine, so I grab a robe that’s hanging from the door.
With every step I take, my muscles ache from the numerous ways Dominick fucked me, further proving that it wasn’t a dream.
When I turn the light on, I’m met with several bite marks and hickeys. At the time, I didn’t think about how it would look. I was too enraptured by Dominick’s need to mark me and make me his.
Now, I have to hope my concealer will cover it all before I get on the plane.
