His Games, Her Rules

“You know there’s no going back after this, right?” He asks, his feral desires glinting in his blue eyes as he stares at me.

“Yes,”

“Hmm,” a guttural sound escapes his throat as he steps between my legs, with my feet planted on the edge of the counter.

“Mine.” Dominique groans, his palm cupping my right breast as he fondles it. “Tell me you’re mine,” he whispers, his breath fanning my ear as I melt into his touch.

“Yours. Every part of me.”

He grunts, his knuckles grazing my firm nipple as he takes my breast in his hand, kneading it. “Tell me what you want, babe.”

My breasts are heavy with need, aching for his touch. Dominique fondles my breast as he twists my nipple in between his forefinger and thumb.

“Tell me what you want.” He groans against my lips, as he brushes his lips with mine.

I wrap my arms around his waist, sliding my hands upward as I run my fingers up his toned torso. His skin is hot, mirroring my hot skin. I pull him close, as I slowly slide my palm down, past his outlined abs and grazing a rough tissue of skin underneath the tattoos on the side of his waistline. It’s probably a scar, and I’m too horny to ask how he got the scar, so I made a mental note to ask later. Past his prominent V-line, I curl my fingers around his throbbing erection as he groans loudly. His blue eyes are locked on mine, with my heart beating loudly against my chest as I slide my wrist up and down his erection.

“I want you to kiss me,” I whisper, my eyes flickering to his lips for a second before I lock my eyes on his eyes. “I want you to touch me. I want you to fuck me, Dom.”

A throaty groan escapes his slightly parted lips as Dominique releases my breast and wraps his hand around my neck as he kisses me. I respond, molding my lips against his and then I moan. I continue to stroke his hard, throbbing length in my hand, lubricating his shaft with his precum.

“God, I wanna fuck you so bad.” He growls into my mouth, his tongue slipping into my mouth without permission and I surrender.

“Please, I’d really like that,” I moan into his mouth, our tongues gliding together in a passionate kiss.

Dominique releases his hand around my neck as he slides it past my chest and down my torso. I pull him closer, my spare hand sliding up his toned back, as our lips move together in desperate rhythm.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Dominique stops kissing me as he lines kisses up and down my neck. He runs his tongue along the skin on my neck as he bites my earlobe.

He runs his palm up my thigh as he grabs my hip.

“Beg, baby. Beg for my cock.” Dominique growls into my ear, the guttural sound sending a vibration through my body and straight for my pussy which only makes my need for him increase.

He did say I was going to beg him to fuck me and right now I’m at his mercy, desperately waiting for him to explore every inch of my skin with his perfect tongue and explore how fast he can make me cum.

“Please, fuck me, Dominique,” I whisper, breathlessly.

Dominique groans, his beautiful blue orbs turning a little dark, with hunger and lust swirling in them.

I feel the tip of his length rubbing up against my slick opening as Dominique pushes forward, his thick, hard length pushing past my opening and invading my warmth.

I gasp at once at the sudden feeling of fullness. Dominique stops kissing me, his gaze flickering to the part where our intimate bodies meet. I bring my gaze down, my hands stretched behind me as I lean into my arms. Dominique, with one hand underneath my knee, pulls out of me as he wraps his hand around his cock. He strokes his throbbing erection before guiding it back inside me.

I moan, my teeth biting my bottom lip as I stare at the most beautiful man in front of me about to fuck me senseless. Dominique slides in right to the hilt as he brings his other hand under my knee and then he pushes my thighs apart. I feel full, with several emotions gnawing at my insides. He starts to move, his pace slow and torturous.

He pulls out again, with just the tip of his cock inside me and then he slides in without warning, nearly ripping a second orgasm out of me.

“More, please,” I beg, my voice coming out in a breathy whisper.

Dominique growls, his cock sliding in and out of me in long fast strokes and I moan. He leans down to capture my lips with his as he kisses me hungrily. With his left hand under my knee, Dominique wraps his other hand around my neck, pulling my face forward as he kisses me with hunger.

God, this feels so good.

It feels so good I want to cry. I can’t believe this is happening. I remember about a week ago I told myself there won’t be a repeat of what happened between us a month and two weeks ago, but yet, here we are, fucking for the second time and also craving for more.

And fuck me if this doesn’t feel good. Better than the first time. I’ve spent this past month running away from this, from his touch, denying how he makes me feel, only to find myself in his arms again and realizing how much I want him and how badly I need him.

Dominique Gray is dangerous, I know that. But as much as I know whatever this is that we’re doing is complicated, I don’t want it to stop. I want this, all of this, everything, and more.

“God, you feel so fucking good,” Dominique growls, as he stops to kiss me.

Our eyes are locked in a heated, passionate gaze as he fucks me against the counter. My breathing is fast and heavy, including Dominique’s, with our moans and groans filling up the space of the kitchen and even the rest of the hotel room. Dominique lets go of my neck as he wraps his hands around the back of my thighs and he pulls me forward so that my butt is hanging off the edge of the counter as I lean backward against my arms. With his hand around my thighs, he slams right into me, his thick length sliding in and out of my aching pussy.

The sound of skin slapping against skin reverberates around the walls of the kitchen as Dominique increases his pace. His strokes are long and rough, his thrust hard and fast. I cry out, moaning his name as we stare into each other’s eyes in a heated gaze.

“Harder, Dom. Fuck me harder.” I moan loudly, tears of pleasure staining the corners of my eyes as I bite the corner of my bottom lip.

Dominique growls as he lifts me off the counter and into his arms. With his hands wrapped securely around my thighs and my arms around his neck, Dominique continues to pummel into me, fast and hard.

“Fuck.” Dominique groans as he brings my hips forward to meet his rough thrusts.

“Oh, god.” I moan, the soundtrack in sync with the sound of his pelvis coming in contact with my intimate area.

Dominique stops fucking me as he starts to walk. He leads us to the bedroom as he roughly tosses me on the bed. I sit up on my elbows as I watch him climb onto the bed, his cock hard with my juices coating his long shaft and even the crown of his length.

Dominique grabs my thighs as he pulls me forward. He settles himself in between my legs, with his hands on either side of my head, and then slowly, he leans down to kiss me. I kiss back, moaning into his mouth as I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

The kiss is passionate, setting my world on fire as my body responds to his touch. I wrap my thighs around his waist, trailing my fingers down his back and to his butt. Dominique groans, his palm sliding up my thigh to grab my hip. I feel him enter me again, his one hand wrapped around his shaft as he guides himself into my sex.