Page 177 of By A Thread
He was ragingly hard. I could feel his unyielding erection pressed against the soft of my belly. More promises.
He kissed me like it was the only thing he’d had on his mind for years. Hungry. Demanding. Desperate.
“Give them to me, Ally.” His voice was a filthy, carnal growl. And it couldn’t have turned me on more than if he’d said it completely naked with his cock pointing at me.
Breathing heavily, I reached into the pocket of my sweatshirt and handed over my underwear.
Pinning me with his gaze, he brought the crumpled, cheap pink lace to his nose. My jaw fell open, and once again, I found myself questioning whether I was about to wake up from a coma in a hospital room somewhere.
God, I hoped it wasn’t going to be right this second.Because Dominic had plans for me.
He half dragged, half carried me through the doorway of the dark dining room and then spun me around to face the wall.
My heart was in my throat. My mouth was dry with need. All I wanted in this entire world was this man. Nothing else existed when he touched me like this.
“I can’t not touch you, Ally,” he groaned in my ear, nipping at the lobe as he shoved his hand down the front of my pants.
I braced my palms on the wall as he leaned his weight into me.
“Yes.” It came out as a hiccup. Because the very bad man slid two very nice fingers deep inside me, and I forgot how to do unnecessary things like breathe. “Dominic.”
He pumped his fingers into me over and over again as my greedy flesh clamped down on him. My legs, now officially some sort of jelly, started to tremble.
“I want you, Dom. I want you inside me.”
“Fuck, baby.”
I didn’t know what I was saying, and I sure as hell didn’t think he’d actuallydoanything about it, but then he was pulling those lovely fingers out of me and shoving my pants down to mid-thigh. I still thought he was kidding, until I heard his fucking zipper.
“Dom!” I hissed.
“You asked, sweetheart. And I’m giving it to you. I live to give you what you want, Ally.” He growled the words against my neck as he bent his knees and lined up that satin-smooth crown with my center.
“Hold still,” he ordered.
I went stock-still and held my breath for good measure. He gave one short, sharp thrust and sank into me. The angle allowed for only shallow penetration, but holy hell was it good enough for me. Apparently for Dom, too, because he brought one hand to my belly and the other under my sweatshirt to dip into my sports bra.
He teased me with shallow thrusts while tugging at my nipple.
“I love that you want me this badly.” He grunted his confession in my ear. “You’re always so wet like you’ve been thinking about me as much as I think about you.”
“I do,” I promised.
I did. I would have been willing to bet more.
His thrusts were coming faster now. Short, jerky motions that turned me on to no end. There was no real satisfaction for me in this position, but I knew Dominic would always take care of me.
“I want to come, Ally. Will you let me?” he rasped.
“Yes,” I hissed.
It was all he needed. He moved, releasing my breast and pressing me against the wall, bracing his forearm against my shoulders. He pulled out of me, and I felt the slick, wet slide. I couldn’t tell what he was doing with his free hand. But then I felt the synthetic lace against my ass and knew.
Dominic Russo had my thong wrapped around his hand while he fucked his fist.
My knees went out, but he held me pinned to the wall.
“I’m going to make you come so hard tonight, Ally. My Ally,” he crooned in my ear. The sound of hard, mean strokes on flesh turned me into a ball of need.
