Page 58 of Between Love and Loathing
The headboard knocked into the wall louder and louder as she screamed my name. Her tits bounced in that lace bra, and her nipples puckered as her whole body tightened on the edge of orgasm.This is how I wanted Clara. I ripped the blindfold from her so I could see her eyes. They burned bright as she watched me sucking on the most sensitive part of her, her skin glistening from the electricity that vibrated between us, and her lips swollen from biting them to keep from screaming. When I curled my tongue in her, that raspy voice of hers belted out my name again, and it was music to my ears, better than winning a fucking award, better than getting a damn resort built, better than most everything I’d done.
Watching Clara unravel on top of me as her pussy clenched hard around my tongue shifted my world.Fake boyfriend or not, I’d make sure she’d forget every man she ever had before me.
CLARA
“Iwant to take care of you now, Dominic,” I whispered as I slid off his face and released my grip from the headboard. I moved across his chest, then his hard abs, and onto the bulge in his trousers.
He was still wearing pants after giving me the best orgasm of my life, and I wanted to return the favor. He’d given me orgasm after orgasm and then denied himself pleasure I was more than willing to give.
The fitting room had been the only time he’d allowed it. And I didn’t even get him the way I wanted to there. We’d had another woman’s eyes on him and not enough time to really enjoy it, for me to learn how to really take him all.
My hands were at his belt buckle when he stopped them. “You need to shower and get some sleep before the market with Valentino, remember?” He sneered Valentino’s name like he suddenly hated the man.
“You eat me out and then deny yourself of getting any.” I rolled away from him. “Why? I want to have your—”
“You drank tonight, little fighter. Tomorrow, if you want, I’ll bury my cock so far in your mouth, I’ll touch the back of your throat.”
Normally, I would have rolled my eyes at such a statement, but I’d felt how big Dominic was in my mouth already and knew he’d actually be able to do that, no problem. My mouth watered at the thought, and I tried to breathe in deep as I turned to him and propped myself up on an elbow. “I’m not drunk.”
“Not sober either,” he retorted and lifted a brow.
“So what? You’ll only fuck me when I’m sober?” My voice was high-pitched in surprise.
“Don’t drink when you want cock, baby. Not that hard.”
I glanced at the bulge in his pants and my hand shot out on its own accord to touch the length of him. I wrapped my fingers around it over the fabric and squeezed. “Very hard, Dominic.”
“Careful, Clara.”
“Or what?” Every time I fought him, his eyes darkened, his muscles bunched, and his voice deepened. I was becoming obsessed with every single one of those changes I saw when I pushed him.
“Or I’ll remind you who’s the boss here.”
I stroked him as best I could and the tendons in his neck tightened. “Are you sure you are?”
He sat up fast and grabbed my hips before throwing me over his shoulder and stomping his way to the bathroom.
“Dominic, seriously,” I laughed and smacked his back, “I don’t want to shower!”
He didn’t care, just turned on the shower in my bathroom and tested the temperature before he set me under the water’s spray. He dragged a hand over my bare stomach and then up my breast and around my back to undo the hooks of my bra, the fabric’s color deepening as water hit it. When the bra gave way, he slid it from my arms and then stepped back. I didn’t close the curtain when he started to undress.
His abs were defined, the V toward his cock pronounced and strong.“Take in your boyfriend, Clara. I’m all yours.”
I watched as he unzipped his trousers, shucked them down with his boxers, and then stroked his massive cock. Once, twice. And one more time before he stepped out of the rest of his clothing and crowded me into the shower. I reached for him immediately, wanting him on me, in me, and all around. I kissed him with passion, lost in him more than I’d been lost in anyone in a long time. I gripped his cock again, hoping he’d changed his mind.
He pulled back and dragged a hand from my waist to my breast. “So pretty. So sweet. Still, you don’t listen.” He circled my nipple but didn’t give it any attention. It tightened and I whimpered. From there, his hand went to my throat. One by one, he softly wrapped his fingers around the column of it before he pushed me back against the tile, the cold at my back and his heat and the water at my front. He hovered over me, his hand tightening.
Instinctively, my hands went to his wrist, and he smiled, his eyes filled with a new type of hunger I’d never seen there. “Want me to stop?” he whispered.
He asked me that question right as his other hand brushed over my sex again.
I couldn’t tell him no, my legs were already spreading, and he was already chuckling at how soaking wet I was for him again.
“I think you’re going to like your fake boyfriend showing you how comfortable we can be together.”
“Comfortable or not, we need rules for this.”
“Should I show you the rules, little fighter? One of them will be that you don’t even think about other men.”
