Page 99 of Yearn
Who was making her drip down her thighs.
My brutal thrusts.
Her ragged gasps she couldn't suppress.
Her begging.
The sound of our bodies meeting would drown out the chatter of forks on plates, her gasps muffled only by the hand I'd clamp over her mouth to keep her quiet.
Fuck yeah.
I shifted in my seat, willing my body to behave.
But the image persisted—evolved.
Her wrists pinned above her head, her back arched as I took my time, making herfeelevery inch of my fat cock.
Watching her be my filthy little whore.
My bad, slutty Mommy.
Watching her come apart piece by piece, knowing I was the one doing it to her.
Knowing she'd let me over and over.
The way she'd look up at me with those wide eyes, pupils blown dark with need.
The way her pussy would tighten around me when I finally let her cum, when I finally gave her what she'd been begging for.
It was a twisted, carnal fantasy that set my veins on fire and had my heart racing at the dinner table.
Fuck, I wanted that.
Wantedher.
Wanted to own every sound she made, every tremor, every gasping breath.
"Dominic?" Her voice snapped me back.
I blinked, finding her watching me with a slight smile and her head tilted. "You okay? You looked like you zoned out for a second."
"Yeah." I cleared my throat, reaching for my water. "Just thinking."
"About?"
You. Naked. Pussy spread apart. Ruined.
"How good this chicken turned out," I said smoothly.
J snorted. "You're complimenting your own cooking?"
"Someone has to."
Teyonah laughed, and the sound went straight through me.
I watched her take another bite, watched her lips close around her fork, and had to look away before my thoughts spiraled again.
Later. I'll have her later. First, I make sure she sucks my cock.
