Page 24 of Exile
Slowly, his hands work my sweater up and over my arms, breaking our kiss only long enough to pull it off my body. In return, I claw at the flannel shirt he’s wearing, stripping it from his body, desperate to feel his skin against mine. Our movements become frenzied and rushed, a frantic race to strip ourselves of every barrier separating us so we can come together as one.
Dominick lifts my legs up, wrapping them around his waist, and in one hard thrust, he’s inside of me. I bite his shoulder, riding out the pain of the sudden intrusion, as he begins pounding into me. The glass against my back is cool, but sweat still beads across my forehead as he fucks me relentlessly. I’m not sure if my body will ever fully adjust to his size, but slowly the walls of my pussy relax, easing his way into me, making his thrusts pleasurable instead of painful.
“Fuck, Kitten. Your pussy is perfect. You were made for me. I can’t wait to call you mine forever.” Dom bites and sucks and nips, leaving marks across my collarbone and on my breasts. A wave of pleasure builds in my core. I dig my nails into his back and throw my head back against the glass as my orgasm crashes into me like a wave.
“Oh God, Dom!” I shout as my walls tighten around his cock, and my body shudders, over-stimulated and euphoric.
Moments later, Dominick is grunting while he finds his own pleasure. I can feel the warmth of his release filling me. We stay there, pressed against the glass, locked together, breathing each other in as we come down from this high.
Gingerly, I reach a finger up under Dom’s jaw, lifting it so he is looking me in the eye. “I love you, Dominick Reeves. You’re the best thing that’s happened to me.”
A dark look of satisfaction crosses his face. “I love you too, Serena Malcolm, and I never plan on letting you go.”
I’m in the bathroom, waiting for the shower to heat up, when Dom strolls in, naked, cock hard again and swinging. “Jesus, Dom…again?” I laugh and back away from his predatory gaze. My pussy needs a break, and I am desperate for a shower after all our…activities. Dom just smirks at my apprehension, a hungry gleam in his eyes.
“I will never get enough of you, Kitten. You might as well get used to it.” Dom leans in, capturing my lips with his, stealing the protest that was forming on my lips. He backs us into the shower together, pinning me against the tile as he ravishes my mouth with his. When he inserts one of his thick fingers into my sore and battered vagina, I wince and pull back.
“Dom, I can’t. Not again. Not yet. I need a break.” I try to pull away, but his hard body has me caged in, and there is nowhere for me to go.
“Come on, Kitten… I know you’ve got one more round for me. You can take it. Be my good girl.” Dom bites my neck as he inserts a second finger. My pussy is so sore from our last round, when he fucked me so hard from behind, I’m sure he left bruises.
“Dom, no…please. We can go again tomorrow.” I push at the hand cupping my sex, desperate to get him to let me go. Dom lets out an aggrieved sigh and motions to his hard-on, looking red and angry and ready to go.
“What am I going to do about this, Kitten?” I lick my lips, unsure of what to say. Dom’s eyes light up as he watches the movement. “Good idea, Kitten. Get on your knees and let me fuck that beautiful mouth of yours. I want to see those pretty lips wrapped around me.” When I hesitate, Dom reaches around and cups my ass, teasing my tight hole with his finger.
“It’s your mouth or your ass. I’ll let you choose.” His lips ghost against mine and I shudder against the teasing brush of his finger against my ass. I’m definitely not ready for that.
When I drop to my knees, ready to get this over with so we can go to bed, Dom gives me a satisfied smirk. “That’s my good girl. Now open up, and let me feed you my cock.”
CHAPTER NINETEEN
SERENA
The next morning, I wake up to the sound of an alarm chirping from my phone. I’m so tired from the previous night’s activities that I can’t bring myself to move, or even bother to open my eyes. Dom’s warm, hard body is pressed against my back, one of his big arms draped over my waist like the world’s firmest weighted blanket. Why is there even an alarm going off? It’s Saturday. Neither of us has to work. Blessedly, after a minute, the alarm stops, and my mind drifts back to sleep.
A few minutes later, the chirping resumes, and Dom lets out a sleepy, disgruntled sound. “Shutitoff.” His face is buried into the pillow behind me, so his words are muffled and barely audible. Blindly, I reach one hand out, hunting for the offending piece of technology. I crack one eye open to see that the 7:00 a.m. reminder for me to take my birth control is the reason for our disrupted sleep.
I start to wiggle out of Dom’s hold so I can go take my pill, but he clutches me to him, throwing one of his legs overtop of mine, pinning me in place. “Where do you think you’re going, Kitten?”
“I need to take my birth control. That was my reminder. I have to take it at the same time every day for it to be effective. I’ll come right back.” I try futilely to dislodge Dominick’s arm, wrapped around my waist. Is this man Wolverine? Are his bones made out of adamantium? Jesus, he’s heavy.
“Stay. It can wait.” Dominick snuggles into me and begins pressing kisses along my neck and bare shoulder. His rather large, persistent morning wood presses into the curve of my ass, making itself known.
“It’ll just take a minute. I’ll be right back.” I giggle as he nips playfully at the ticklish spot right behind my ear.
“Fine. Be quick. I’m in the mood for some lazy, spooning morning sex.” Dominick releases his hold on me before giving me a quick swat on the ass. I jump out of the bed and run to the bathroom before he changes his mind and decides to hold me hostage again.
While in the bathroom, I take the opportunity to relieve my poor, overfull bladder and brush my teeth (because, ew, morning breath and sex do not mix), before digging through my toiletry bag in search of my birth control pack. I always throw it in the same bag with my toothbrush, toothpaste and shower supplies so it doesn’t get lost in my clothes or forgotten about. But as I dig through the items in the toiletry bag and come up with everything from face wash to moisturizer but not the little pale green foil pack of pills, I begin to panic.
“Shit, shit, shit, shit…” Losing patience, I dump the contents of the bag out, desperately hoping to find the pills were just stuck in the bottom. When they don’t materialize, I let out a low, frustrated groan. “Fuuuuck…”
I take the mini pill because it has lesser side effects than the combination pill, but it comes with one major downside. I have to take it in the same three-hour window every day for it to be effective. Panic begins to set in when I think about how many times Dom and I made love last night and how many times he came inside of me.
“Everything okay in there, Kitten?” Dom calls from the bedroom.
I make my way out of the bathroom, and the panic I am feeling must be evident on my face because Dominick immediately sits up, concern etched into his handsome features.
“I think I forgot my birth control. I swear I packed it. I remember getting it out of the cabinet and setting it on top of everything in my toiletry bag…but it’s not there. It’s not there, Dom…” My heart feels like it is trying to beat its way out of my chest, and my breathing turns shallow and frantic, signaling an impending panic attack. I used to get them often after my parents’ accident, but I haven’t had one in nearly a year. Now the thought of accidentally getting pregnant while I’m already carrying so much responsibility is sending me spiraling.