Page 76 of Accidental Doctor Daddy

“You,” she sobbed. “Dom, please?—”

“That’s right.” I reached around, fingers circling her clit as I fucked her harder. “This pussy’s mine. Say it.”

“It’s yours,” she gasped. “Yours. All of me—fuck—Dom?—”

Her legs trembled, walls tightening around my cock like she was trying to hold me inside her forever. I dropped her wrists and grabbed her hips with both hands, slamming into her over and over until she shattered with a scream that sounded like my name.

She collapsed forward against the window, body limp and slick with sweat, but I wasn’t done.

I turned her around, hauled her up by the thighs, and slammed her back against the glass.

“Not finished,” I said against her mouth. “Not even close.”

I held her there—pinned between my body and the window—while she trembled around me, her orgasm still pulsing through her.

But I wasn’t done.

I gripped her ass and lifted her effortlessly, her thighs wrapping around my waist, and drove back into her with a brutal thrust that knocked the air from both our lungs.

“Dom—oh my God?—”

“Feel that?” I grunted, fucking up into her like I had something to prove. “That’s mine. Every inch of you.”

She nodded, wild-eyed, clinging to me as I slammed her against the glass with each thrust. Her fingers tangled in my hair, yanking as I buried my face in her neck.

The glass fogged around us. The city watched and I didn’t give a fuck. Let them see.

This was mine.

She was mine.

And I needed every inch of her to remember it.

Her second climax hit fast and hard, her body seizing around me, her mouth open in a silent scream. I groaned into her neck, chasing my own release, but held back, not yet. Not until she got everything I owed her.

When she finally slumped against me, breathless and boneless, I carried her to the bedroom like she weighed nothing.

I laid her across my bed like she was mine to ruin—mine to worship. Skin flushed, thighs still trembling from how I’d just fucked her against the glass, hair wild, lips parted and kiss-swollen. She was wrecked—and god, she was perfect.

But her eyes told a different story.

She was still afraid I might pull away. Still afraid that what she confessed at the restaurant—Leo—was a wound I couldn’t look past.

But I didn’t just look past it.

I wanted to bury myself so deep inside her that it erased every man before me—especially him.

I hovered above her, dragging my cock along her slick seam without entering. Watching her squirm, needy, eyes pleading for more.

“You know what I keep thinking about?” I murmured, voice low, rough with need. “At the restaurant. The way your face changed when you told me the truth.”

She swallowed hard. Her legs spread wider.

“You thought I’d hate you for it,” I said, kissing her jaw, her cheek, down to her neck. “You thought I’d walk away.”

Her fingers curled around my shoulders. “I wouldn’t have blamed you.”

I slid the head of my cock into her, just enough to feel that tight heat wrap around me. “But I didn’t.”

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