Page 83 of Ruined
I bobbed my head faster, chasing the way his thighs trembled under my hands. His groans grew louder until he yanked me up by my hair. I stumbled. His hands gripped my face, his mouth crashing into mine in a kiss that was all teeth and tongue.
His hands dropped to my hips. His cock, still slick from my mouth, pressed against my stomach.
“I should hate you for what you do to me.”
“Then hate me, but you’re not walking away.”
He laughed. “Not a fucking chance.”
Dominic grabbed my arm and spun me around, shoving me toward the bedroom. His footsteps were heavy behind me, and then the door slammed open, hitting the wall with a loud crack.
He didn’t bother with finesse. One rough push, and I stumbled inside, catching myself before he was on me again, shoving me backward onto the bed. I hit the mattress, bouncing slightly.
He fell on top of me, knocking the air out of my lungs. His mouth crushed mine. Teeth clashed. Tongues fought.
He bit down on my lip, and I gasped. He moved to my neck and sank his teeth into the sensitive skin. I moaned, my hands flying to his back, nails raking over muscle.
“Dom.”
He ripped my shirt off my head. His teeth grazed my nipple before biting. Pleasure and pain slammed into me, my back arching off the bed as a broken moan tore from my throat. When his mouth finally reached my hip, he paused.
“Don’t stop,” I growled.
Dominic smirked. “If you want me to keep going, ask for it.”
I clenched my jaw. “Suck me off. Now.”
“Try again.”
My fists gripped the sheets so tight my knuckles ached, but Dominic didn’t move. His eyes bored into me, daring me to surrender the last shred of control.
I swallowed hard. “Please.”
“Please, what?”
I hated him so much. “Please suck my cock.”
His eyes darkened. He didn’t say a word as he hooked his fingers under my waistband and yanked. The rough scrape of my jeans dragging down my thighs jolted through me, followed by the sharp bite of cold air. My cock ached.
Dominic pressed his mouth below my navel, his lips brushing the sensitive skin. My fingers twitched. I wanted to grab his hair and rail his mouth.
“Dom.”
He ignored me, his mouth moving lower. My breathing hitched. Dominic glanced up, his lips inches from my cock. The smug bastard could see exactly how close I was to falling apart. Then he took me into his mouth.
Heat surrounded me. Wet, blinding, perfect. My head hit the pillow.
His tongue dragged along the underside of my cock, and a groan tore out of my throat. My hips jerked forward, but Dominic’s hands tightened on my hips, pinning me in place.
Dominic hummed, the vibration shooting through me. My thighs trembled, pressure coiling in me with every pass of his tongue. He took me deeper, his cheeks hollowing around me. My vision blurred. Fuck, even the wet sounds made my cock throb.
He released me with a wet pop. My cock stabbed the air, trembling slightly as he retrieved something from the nightstand. Dominic tore plastic from a bottle of lube, and then he forced my legs apart. Something cool glided down, a slick sensation spreading as his fingers teased my asshole.
A sharp push stole the air from my lungs. My jaw slackened as he worked me open, the pleasure so intense I couldn’t breathe. His fingers pressed deeper, stretching me. Each thrust dragged a broken sound from my throat.
Dominic grinned. “I haven’t even taken you yet.”
“Dom.”