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What the hell did that mean?

His hand moved towards my clit, and he rubbed the swollen nub roughly. I was done. I couldn’t think anymore.

I shot off with another orgasm.

Dominic kept up his thrusting.

I shifted my legs when it got to be too much, when I was still feeling remnants of the orgasms, and, and, and…

I shook my head.

I couldn’t come again. I couldn’t.

“Dominic,” I sobbed. “Please. This is too much.”

“Not at all,” he said darkly. “God made you for me. You can take whatever I give you, and you’ll be fucking thankful for it.”

He hoisted me up by my hips, then slammed against me, the lower part of his stomach slapping against me.

I couldn’t take it anymore.

I cried out when I came a third time, and that was all it took for Dominic to come.

He swelled inside me before I felt the wetness between us. His chest pushed against me, and he was breathing hard.

As for me, I felt…

Limbless.

I couldn’t do anything anymore.

He pulled out of me, and my legs twitched from the sudden move and from his cum dripping out, then I was standing, leaning against him. If he wasn’t holding onto me so tightly, I might have fallen.

Then he washed us.

I didn’t know how he could have done it so quickly, but soon we were both clean, and he had the water turned off.

He took me into his arms and carried me to bed without drying us off.

He pushed me down on the mattress, and I watched as he took me in with dark eyes.

My own widened when I realized what that look meant. I saw he was hard again.

Fuck.

I turned and tried to crawl away from him.

He grabbed my legs and dragged me back.

“No more!” I protested as he slid me over to him. He wrapped my legs around him and lay down on top of me, pressing me against the mattress.

“Fuck.” He leaned down and nipped at the top of my breast. “Yes.”

“Dominic—” I let out a small moan when he entered me fully.

My nails raked down his back.

“I’m sorry you’re sore, wildcat. But I can’t seem to get away from you. Fuck, but you feel so good.”

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