Page 7 of Infatuate Me

“That’s right, take my cock like a good girl…” He fists the hair at the back of my head in his hands, and he fucks my mouth, making me gag. I breathe through my nose, tears streaming down my face, but it all feels so fucking good. I circle my finger faster, needing another outlet.

“Fuck yeah,” he says, his rhythm showing no sign of stopping. “You getting close, baby?” he asks, and I hum around his dick, making him throw his head back on a moan.

“Now, Carrie, fucking now,” he barks, and I push harder on my clit as he roars and releases down my throat and I tremble all over again as another orgasm hits.

I swallow everything he’s got to give, only a smidge of his cum falling from my mouth and down my chin.

“Stand up,” he tells me as he pulls his cock from my mouth. I don’t know how the hell I find the strength to stand, but I do, and he moves to the sofa, placing his hand down on the seat, two of fingers lifted so they’re straight, and then he says, “Sit,” his eyes going to his fingers, as if I needed to be told.

I almost hesitate, because what the fuck? But then I’m reminded that he’s given me more pleasure than any man before him, and I willingly go. I lift one leg over his arm and place it down on the other side, and I slowly lower myself down until I’m hovering over his fingertips.

“Too much?” he asks, one eyebrow quirking up.

“Not nearly enough,” I tell him as I sink down on his fingers, whimpering as I do.

“Now, fuck my hand, Carrie. I need another orgasm out of you.”

Dear God.

This is how I’ll die. He’ll end up killing me with pleasure.

I should be embarrassed, but as he watches me start to move up and down on his hand, I realise that he’s getting off on this just as much as I am. Dirty, raw, primal. It’s all of those things and he’s still yet to put his cock inside of me.

“Faster, Carrie.”

I move up and down as fast as I can.

“Harder.”

I pound on him time and time again.

“Fuck, that’s it, just like that,” he praises.

I’m panting when he puts his lips over my nipple and sucks. I’m fucking moaning as his fingers that aren’t inside of me tease the crack of my arse. I’m fucking floored as his other hand moves so his thumb can rub my clit. I don’t know how much more I can take as he bites my nipple and then brings his lips to mine.

“I can’t, Dominic…”

“Yes you fucking can. Give it to me,” he demands, and I clench my pussy around him as he moves his tongue back to my nipple.

“Fuck, I’m… I’m…” I feel myself burst inside, my vision turning blurry as I come so hard. “Dominic!” I scream as he draws every bit of my orgasm out of me. I close my eyes as my limbs feel like jelly and I slump back on the sofa.

“Oh no, we’re not done yet,” he says, but fuck me, how much more have I got to give? I feel his arms go underneath me until he’s moving me so he’s sitting down and I’m straddling his lap.

“Birth control?” he asks, and I nod my head. “Condom?” This time, I shake my head. I don’t have any on me because I never expected this to happen. “Clean?” Again, I nod my head. “I am too, but if you want to stop here then I understand.” But even as I look at him, my limbs tired, my mind a blur, I know I have to feel him, to have him inside me the way I’ve imagined before in my dreams.

And with my last remaining energy, I lift myself up and place my pussy over his cock, before I sink down on him, making both of us gasp at how he fills me.

“Fuck,” he says through gritted teeth, and I begin to move. He feels amazing, like he’s meant for me in every way. I place my hands either side of his head on the back of the sofa, and I ride him as he holds my hips. “You’re fucking perfect,” he tells me, and my eyes stay locked with his the whole time. “Come on, Carrie, give me one more,” he urges, and I clench my pussy around him tighter. “That’s it, one more, baby…”

Fuck, I know after this I’ll struggle to even walk, but it will be totally worth it, and as I start to climb that mountain for the fourth time tonight, I can feel his fingers digging into my flesh.

“Dom…”

“Yeah, just like that. Ride daddy’s dick, baby…”

His words push me over the edge as I freefall, his hands helping to keep up the pace as he releases inside of me, my name leaving his lips as he does. And when it’s all over, I collapse on top of him, my eyes closing for a beat because I’m fucking exhausted. In a good way.

He holds me, his arms wrapped around me and his dick still inside me. I don’t know how long we stay like that, but all too soon, he’s moving me to sit beside him, his hand cupping my cheek as he angles my face for me to look at him.

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