Page 50 of Yearn
“No.” I grabbed her wrist and yanked her close to me. “Wait—”
“Dominic, I should go—”
“Not yet. We have a little bit of time—”
“We don’t. And. . .I went too far. I. . .I came down to say thank you and ask you not to jack off in the backyard. I. . .did not come down to. . .do this—”
“You came down here because you liked what you saw in the backyard and wanted to fuck—”
“I did not—”
“You did. Admit it.”
“Fine.” Her voice cracked, guilt and hunger wrapped tight. “I shouldn’t want this, Dominic. But God, I crave it anyway.”
“We’re both adults. There’s nothing wrong with this.”
“I’m more adult than you are—”
“I don’t care about that. Do you know what I care about?”
“What?”
“You’re a goddess, Teyonah. Men should beg just to kiss your hand. And here you were. . .touching me like you already own me. I’m not letting you go after that.”
She shivered in my grip.
“You called my name. You told him I was with you. Do you know what that did to me? You claimed me without even meaning to. Don’t walk away from that.”
“Dominic—”
“Stay for a few minutes. . .bemyMommy tonight.”
Chapter nine
Mommy’s Naughty Boy
Dominic
She blinked. “What?”
My erection stood out in the air between us, thick, angry, flushed red and dripping pre-cum.
Her hand had been on it a moment ago, and every nerve still screamed for her palm. I couldn’t look away from her face—cheeks warm, pupils wide, lips parted like she was fighting for breath she didn’t want to take.
God, she was staring at my cock like she wanted to swallow me whole.
And that stare—fuck—it was pure adrenaline, injected straight into my veins. I’d been pacing the edge for months, prescribingmyself discipline, dosing myself with civility, and now the restraints had snapped.
There was no quarantine, no cage left to hold the sickness she’d awakened.
The beast was out.
“You’re so damned beautiful. You’re a fucking goddess. I want you to own me. Completely,” I rasped, voice low, throat burning. “And look at you. . .looking at my cock like that. You make me hard, Mommy.”
Her breath shuddered.
The word landed between us like sin dressed in silk.
