Page 82 of Tempt Me

“No, I wasn’t.” It’s stupid to argue with him. He’s right. I was teasing him and enjoying every second of it.

“Yes.” He withdraws his fingers. “Yes, you were.”

“No.” My eyes narrow as he steps back and watches me. The room is cold without his heat surrounding me, and now, he’s denying me his touch. And I need it so bad. I fight back a scream of frustration.

“Tell the truth.” He jerks his cock up and down.

“Yes, I was about to come. I needed to come so bad. Please….” My eyes stay transfixed on his hard shaft. The glitter of the metal under the kitchen lights. His muscles bunch and flex as he moves. The way his chest heaves. I inhale and clench down hard as my insides quiver.

“Bad girl.” He shakes his head and slaps my ass again. “Spread wide for me. Put those beautiful fingers on my pussy and spread those lips.”

I follow his command while sending up a silent prayer that neither of my brothers, or any of their friends show up. But at this point, I’m too far gone to care.

“That’s it.” He licks his lips, slides his index finger over the tip of his dick, and moans. “See what you do to me?” He places his wet finger on my lips. “Suck it off.”

The salty flavor of his pre-cum mixed with my desire has my eyes rolling back into my head.

“That’s a good girl. Such a dirty good girl.” His breath hitches. “Fuck it,” he growls and presses into my entrance. I gasp as his cock fills me full. “You make me so fucking greedy I can’t even stop to take a picture of you.” He braces his arms on either side of me while pounding into me. “So fucking tight.”

“Oh, my God, Dom.” I wrap my legs and arms around him and hang on. He’s never been this out of control before. If this is what non-bedroom sex is like, we need to move. Today.

“That’s it, baby, squeeze my dick.”

“God, yes, Dom.” The lights in the room fade to white splotches in my brain. I can’t stop it as my muscles clench and quiver around him. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”

“Fuck,” he grunts and shudders against me.

“Yes, Dom, right there.” I clench down so hard that he can’t move as I grind on him, taking everything I need. Tears sting my eyes as I come so hard my head snaps backward.

I shudder and loosen, giving him the room he needs to take me higher and higher as the throws of orgasm make my toes curl.

“That’s it. Such a dirty little girl.” He withdraws from my sex. “Show me that pussy.” As I spread wide for him, he grunts as spasms of white ribbons shoot from his cock and land on my pussy. His eyes blaze like liquid lava as he slips his dick in his cum and slides into my sex. “You’re so beautiful, coated in my cum.”

He steps back, yanks his cell phone out of his back pocket, and takes a photo. “Now this….” He licks his lips. “This will get me off so quick.” He grabs the back of my head and stares into my eyes. “Now for the sofa. I want you bent over that sofa where the only way you can move is back into me as I take you again.”

Holy hell. This man is a beast. “And then we’re looking for our own place.”

Epilogue

Two Years Later

Bella

Dominic’s first art exhibition is a small and intimate affair at our small town’s community theater building. Ruby and Emily are here, grinning from ear to ear and chatting with anyone who’ll listen about how they knew Dominic was in love with me before anyone else. They might not have been the first, but they were definitely ahead of the game because I clearly missed the memo.

He’s added to his portfolio so not every painting or sketch is of me, but I’m prominently displayed throughout the building at this practice run for the one next month in New York. It’ll also be an intimate affair, but the clientele will be dripping in diamonds and gold.

After I finally convinced Dominic to submit his work to a contest, we almost forgot about it. It’s easy to do when you’re busy working, going to school, and spending as much time as possible together.

It was a Friday afternoon when he received the call with the offer. The front page of a magazine that graces almost every tattoo shop’s waiting room in the United States. Dominic glances at me over his shoulder.

We celebrated that night with dinner and dancing. And a little nipple play that made me orgasm with no other stimulation. He saunters over to me and pulls me to his chestwith one hand on the small of my back and the other cupping the back of my head. “I love you, Wildflower.”

The scent of his cologne sends my brain into overdrive. My nipples tighten, rubbing against the fabric of my bra. The sensation is crazy. I don’t even have to pull on my own nipples. The rings do it on their own.

Why don’t they tell people about that in advertisements? They’d get so many more clients if people knew. But I’m not telling Dominic to post those flyers around town. He doesn’t need any other female clientele.

“I love you, too. Congratulations. You deserve all the accolades from today.”

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