Page 81 of Sweetest Sin
He captures my mouth with his and then thrusts back into me. Only this time, instead of stopping, he keeps going. He fucks me hard and deep, and with the alcohol lingering in my system, every touch, every kiss, every caress feels like so much more.
“Fuck, Peaches,” he moans against my lips. “I’ve thought about your mouth, your body, your fucking pussy so many times over the years, but my memory didn’t do it justice.”
At his words, my insides tighten around him, and he groans.
“That’s it, baby. Come all over my cock. I want to feel your juices dripping down my balls.”
His dirty talk is my undoing. I let go and come so hard that black spots dot my vision. I hear Dominick say that he’s coming, and I feel him swell inside me, but I’m too overwhelmed by my own orgasm to give anything else much thought.
“Let’s go home,” he says as we work to catch our breath. “There are so many things I want to do to you tonight in our bed.”
He lifts me off him, setting me onto my feet, and I glance down at his cum running along the insides of my thighs.
“Dominick!” I gasp, glancing up at him. “You came inside me.”
He quirks a brow. “And?”
“And I’m not on birth control,” I hiss. “Until I am, we need to use condoms.”
He scoffs. “I’m not fucking you with anything between us,” he says, lifting me back onto the mini bar and spreading my legs.
He grabs a couple of napkins and wipes the sticky substance off my flesh. Then, he leans down and gives the inside of mythigh a kiss before he looks at me with a soft smile that is too close to disarming me.
“No protection?” I snort out a laugh. “I hope you like having a house full of kids.”
His smile disappears, and I mentally smirk, thinking I scared him—as intended.
That will serve him right, refusing to use?—
“I missed it all last time,” he murmurs, placing his hand on my belly. “The next time you’re carrying my baby, I’ll be there for every moment of it. And if you even think about running, I will follow you, and I won’t stop until I catch you and bring you back.”
“I’m not … Dominick! I’m not getting pregnant again,” I tell him, ignoring the part about me running and him catching me because we both know I’m not going anywhere. I’m in too deep to leave him. And the truth is … I don’t think I want to.
“Why not?” he asks. “You heard our son. He wants a brother. Though I’m sure he won’t mind if we give him a little sister.”
He smirks, and I groan.
“You owe me a pair of panties,” I tell him, hopping down and readjusting myself. There’s still cum dripping out of me, but there’s nothing I can do until I get to a toilet. “And I’m getting on birth control.”
Ignoring my comment about my ripped panties, he says, “So, what you’re saying is, I have until you go to the doctor to get you pregnant?”
He tugs on my hair, tilting my head to the side, and peppers kisses along my neck.
“I want to watch you grow my baby,” he murmurs against my neck, causing goose bumps to prickle my skin. “Tell me you want that too.”
I shake my head, confused and turned on and orgasm-drunk.
“Don’t think I forgot about what you told me in the Dominican Republic. You want to get married and have two, maybe three kids, all close in age so they’re not lonely, like you were as an only child. You want date nights and romantic getaways. All the shit your mom never got. I can give you that, Peyton,” he says, kissing the corner of my mouth. “You just have to let me.”
“It’s not …” I start to argue, but my thoughts become foggy when Dominick’s finger slides under the material of my dress and starts to massage my clit.
“Dominick,” I whine, both turned on and annoyed that I can’t resist this man.
“That’s it, baby,” he says, lifting me back onto the mini bar. “Feel how good this feels.”
He continues to work my sensitive bud, and before I know what’s happening, my legs are spread, and he’s pushing his cock back into me.
Unlike last time, he fucks me with smooth, languorous strokes that match the way he’s massaging my clit. I don’t know if it’s the liquor or the previous two orgasms he gave me, but my body feels like Jell-O, every part of me hypersensitive. When I come around his cock, screaming out his name, I’m almost positive I pass out for several moments.
