Page 51 of Kingpin
“I need you, Alannah,” he whispers in my ear as his hand runs over the top of my head. When he reaches the back, I feel him grip my hair. “I need you to feel how much I need you.”
Dominic’s hips start to pick up speed as he pulls my hair, using it as leverage. My fingers tighten on his back differently now, and my nails dig into his skin. He thrusts into me hard and strong, like the time for the appetizer of lovemaking is over, and we’ve moved on to the main course of fucking a woman the way she wants to be fucked.
The headboard bangs against the wall with every upward thrust and I have to wrap my legs around him so I can hold on. I’ve never felt anything like this before, and the sound that comes from my mouth surprises me as I scream like I hope my new neighbors will hear. He pulls my hair so my chin is pointing at the ceiling, and the sound of our pelvises crashing together echoes through the apartment.
This is nothing like ninth grade. This isn’t homecoming night in the passenger seat of his dad’s car. No, this is what dreams are made of. This is what every woman hopes she can marry so she can experience it on a regular basis for the rest of her life. This is everything I never knew I wanted. This is the best I have ever fucking had, and my second orgasm triples the intensity and sensation of the first one. It washes over me like a tidal wave and I scream so loud I know my throat will hurt the rest of the week, but it’s a pain I’ll gladly carry around with me as a memory of how incredible Dominic is.
As I come down, Dominic’s body tightens up. His muscles reach a new level of rock hard, and his breathing becomes labored and staccato as he plunges himself deep into me until he comes just as hard as I did. He moans the sexiest moan known to man and tightens his grip on my hair. It hurts, but I couldn’t care less—another pain I’ll gladly accept.
Then, it’s over. Dominic collapses onto the mattress next to me, breathing heavily on his back as he stares up at the ceiling. My body still trembles from my own orgasm, and I’m sure I won’t walk right for a while, so I don’t move. I lay there next to him, speechless, and buried inside a bubble that protects me from the truth.
I know I’ll never be the same again. I had an opportunity to get away from all of it, but it’s gone now. The door is closed, never to be reopened, and I don’t know how I feel about being locked inside.
I should care. I should be terrified and screaming for help. I should be thinking of any way I can to escape and find my way back to safety, but I’m embracing it all instead. I’m bathing in the fear and soaking up the excitement, and I feel higher than ever.
I know I shouldn’t feel this way, but I do, because when it comes to Dominic, everything’s different. With him, all of the rules change.
