Page 88 of Forget

Mr. Lars is always careful of new people, I’m sure that’s reason enough for him to call his brother.

Dinner is delicious, and Domh pays the bill before we leave. His hand lays possessively on the small of my back as we walk out, helping me into the truck as he usually does. Every move is made with careful attention, and he pulls my seatbelt into place once I’m seated. It makes me smile as he brushes my lips with his before closing the door.

Domh hums to himself as he drives, his hand back on my thigh.

“Again?” I whimper, making him smile.

“Yes, baby. Only this time, you definitely are going to come,” he growls, pulling into an empty alley. “It’s not perfect, but my truck is clean.”

Unsnapping my seatbelt, he pulls me over the console into his lap. Pushing my coat down my arms, Domh kisses me as he tosses it to the side. My scarf is removed next, his nimble fingers unbuttoning my dress.

“Tell me no,” he groans. I can feel his cock under me, and I answer by grinding down on him, moaning. “Jesus wept, Sugar. You’re going to kill me.”

“More,” I gasp and he pushes my dress open and shoves my bra cups down.

“I’m sorry,” he grunts, grabbing my knife. “Tell me you trust me.”

I’m panting as I watch him open the knife, the blade running gently over my covered thighs, but not enough to cut through the knit fabric.

“Why are you sorry?” I ask, my head dropping as his warm, wet mouth opens to suck on my breast. “Oh, fuck, Domh.”

“I know, baby. I’m sorry because I want to cut a hole in your tights. I promise I won’t cut you,” he pants, his eyes tortured as he gazes up at me. His tongue drags over my heated skin, making me shiver.

“Do it,” I beg. “Please.”

“So fucking perfect,” he murmurs. “Lean back.”

Doing as he asks, I’m careful not to hit the horn. Domh cuts through the dark fabric, but goes further when he drags his finger under the fabric of my panties. I’ve never had anyone touch me there, and I feel as if I’m going to hyperventilate with need.

The sweet scent of my slick immediately fills the air as he pulls my panties away from my pussy, cutting it open.

“Fuck yes,” he groans. “Come ride my fingers, Aisling.”

“I don’t… know what that is,” I whisper, feeling self conscious. Domh is a lot more experienced than I am.

“Good,” Domh grunts. “It’ll be my privilege to show you. Come here, Sugar.”

Shifting until I’m upright, his brightly tattooed knuckles rub through my slick, bumping over my clit. Whimpering, I find myself wanting more, my hips rising so he’ll do it again.

“Patience, baby,” he rasps, his other hand wrapping my hair around his fist. Moving me closer, he kisses me as though he wants to pull my soul from my body. Nipping my lips for entry, his tongue sucks on mine, making me moan loudly.

I don’t know who I am as I hold tightly to Domh’s hair, because I’m all about fair play. His lips are addicting, and then two fingers push into my pussy, making me wail. His mouth swallows my cries as he groans, his thumb rubbing over my clit.

“I got you, Sugar,” he murmurs. “Rock those luscious hips for me. Fuck my fingers back.”

His words make me clench around his fingers, and I can feel the way his chest is heaving as he claims my lips again. His fist releases my hair once he knows I’ll continue to kiss him in favor of squeezing my breast firmly, his fingers rolling my nipples and pulling. It’s the sweetest form of torture as his fingers fuck my pussy, slowly stretching me as he adds another.

“Domh,” I gasp.

“So fucking tight,” he praises me. “Be a good little omega and strangle my fingers when you come. I’ll imagine what it’ll feel like the day you take my knot.”

My mind imagines how good it’ll feel even though I've never had sex or a knot, and there’s no more words between us as he tortures my breasts with his mouth. His beard adds to the feeling as it rubs over the sensitive underside of my breasts.

I have a feeling my skin will be red afterward, a reminder of tonight I won’t mind having. Domh’s fingers begin to curl inside of me, rocking over a new area that makes me mewl.

“That’s a good girl,” he growls, biting down on my nipple as I scream. There’s something about his praise that throws me over the edge, making me squirt all over his fingers as I come hard.

My slick is all over his pants, and I can feel his cock pressing against my thigh. His six-foot-five frame means he’s big everywhere. My body shudders at the thought, my eyes rolling as he milks my orgasms, pumping his fingers inside my pussy.