Page 116 of Always You
He kisses the side of my neck. He whispers in my ear, his hot breath feathering the hairs on my neck, “You look so sexy cooking in our kitchen. So beautiful.” He keeps kissing my neck.
I bite my lip to contain myself from moaning; I don’t need his brothers hearing me.
“Let’s go to our room really quick.”
I glance at him over my shoulder. “No, I’m in the middle of making dinner, and your brothers are here,” I whisper with scant breath.
“They won’t know, and I need dessert before dinner tonight, Angel.”
His husky voice sends a rush of heat between my legs. “You always want dessert.”
He shrugs. “It’s true.”
Practically dragging me up the stairs, Dominic strips his shirt off. I’m wearing a jean skirt which works for easy access.
“Get on the bed now,” he demands desperately.
His hungry eyes captivatingly have me obeying instantly. He hikes up my skirt, placing his face in between my legs. I gasp as a shockwave pulses in my clit. His tongue works magic. Licking up and down. Sucking. His tongue overlaps my folds, thrusting rhythmically, he doesn’t stop until I’m satisfied.
Oh, God, feels so good.
He pistons into me. The vibration of him inside has me gasping, lifting my legs over his shoulder. I can feel the stretch as he goes deeper. The force of his thrusts sends shockwaves of pleasure through me. I cling to his shoulders, nails digging into his skin.
“I love waking up to you. I love holding you in my arms at night until we both fall asleep.” His voice vibrates with pleasure. “Get on your knees, baby.” He grabs my hips firmly, his voice full of authority.
His free hand smacks roughly against my butt as he pushes himself deep inside me with a groan, his hardness pulsing against my slickness. His body moves in a controlled rhythm, the circular movements increasing in intensity as we both moan in pleasure. With his other hand, he grabs my hair and tugs it back, sending a wave of pleasure through my body. His ragged breathing intensifies as he increases his pace and I feel myself on the brink of an explosive climax.
“Fuck, baby, you feel so good,” he moans.
Slapping my ass, a wave of pleasure pulses through us. The slapping of flesh against my ass sends an electric shock through my whole body. We ride the wave of pleasure together. My spine goes rigid, squeezing my thighs. He wildly thrusts harder… deeper. He hits every spot so raw and perfect I can’t help but scream his name, praying no one can hear.
“That’s it, baby, scream my name. Look at me, Angel.”
I do. Over my shoulder, I see his brown whiskey eyes; beautiful, full of lust and so much love. His thrusts pick up speed grinding harder.
“I love coming home to you, baby. I fucking love you. You’re mine, Angel. Scream my name, baby, let everyone know who you belong to, no one fucks with my girl,” he bellows.
I scream his name as a soul-shattering orgasm robs me of my senses. His grunts are deep and raspy. Shit, I’m sure every neighbor heard, fuck, and his brothers. Dominic spills inside me. We’re both breathing heavily, panting as I flip over. He rests his head on my chest.
“I love you,” I say in between breaths.
“Mom, are you okay?” Dante asks worriedly.
Dominic and I walk down the stairs. Ugh, my face turns red like a tomato.
“She’s fine, little man. Why?” Dominic answers for me.
Dante frowns, a crease on his forehead. “She was screaming.”
“Oh, yeah, well a spider jumped on her, so she was screaming for help.”
Santiago and Mark bust out laughing.
Well, that’s not embarrassing. I hide myself behind Dominic.
“Come on, baby, let’s finish dinner together since I interrupted you, I’ll help you.”
I groan as I shuffle my way to the kitchen. “Jeez, Dominic, how embarrassing,” I say, smacking Dominic on the chest.
