Page 121 of Dominance

Immediately, I’m up and on my knees behind her, running my palms along her sides, the muscles of her butt and lower.

The sway of those hips starts again, just like before, but this time, it doesn’t just turn me on. It ignites a blaze within me that I’ve never experienced. A carnal need that floods my mind with energy, popping like fireworks along my synapses.

Easing back once, Gloria goads me, tucking her knees a bit to lower herself before pulling away, then back again.

“Gloria…” I start, unsure of the emotions intertwining with lust and love, the swell of animal demand that I take her, that I unleash myself.

“Do it…” she begs, her face buried in the covers, her hands scraping back along her, spreading herself for me. “Don’t. Hold. Back.”

Does she know what she’s asking?

And can I say no?

It’s a microsecond conflict that only has one answer.

Gripping my pillar I set myself to her, not bothering to wait before plummeting into her depths. As if she would give me the choice.

Her hips slam back into me, her ass slapping hard against my thighs.

That first collision explodes in showers of sparks and heat, flooding through me. And it’s the last hammer strike against my self-control. The wall burst inward, tearing my defenses down completely and I surge forward, out into her light.

The glow of her body under my fingers melts my consciousness, blending like ink in water, swirling through my being. I’m lost in the fray, lost in her rapture.

I slam home once, and again, then I lose count, pistoning into heaven over and over, our cries rising together to fill the room, the night, and out into oblivion.

All I can feel is her drenched embrace, the scorching heat of her skin every time we meet.

She’s the only drug to satisfy my craving.

And each dose floods me with bliss, leaving me thirsting for more.

In the torrent of deliciously rough abandon, I hear her say my name again, right before she comes again. A grin spreads across my face at the sound, to the undulating spasm of her inner muscles around me.

And my chest blossoms with pride and exhilarating delight.

Giving her enjoyment, fulfilling her desires, is the pinnacle of my life now.

My only purpose is to make her scream.

“Again! Come again, Gloria!” I command, clinging to her hips with a vise grip.

“I’m going to … yes, yes … fuck me!”

“Yes!” I shout, my breathing coming in heaving gasps, my body glistening in a blush of sweat and gloriously tensed muscles. The tension mounts in my core, stacking as I start to come undone. But I have to hold out, to see her unwind.

Every plunge seats me to the hilt, just to drag myself out again, my muscles burning with exertion and my own inevitable liberation.

Gloria quakes, the arch in her back snapping down and back like a whip crack, her sheath contacting around me. Instead of screaming, all I hear is an unbridled howl, muffled by her teeth biting down on the bed, her ragged cries forced from her lungs with every breath and every driving thrust.

“Adri…” she whimpers, her body quivering. “I?—”

“I know…” I grit out, feeling the onset of my deliverance coalesce, the deepest shiver running along my bones like the pulse of electric current. “Just one more time, one more time with me!”

All the confirmation I get is the flexing of her legs, the clenching of her fists into the sheets.

The tremors take her fully this time, from head to toe, the ripples of her unraveling, jiggling her ass and thighs in a way that makes my head spin.

There’s no holding back.

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