Page 147 of Monster

“Fuck,” he uttered. “This was supposed to be about punishing you.”

I grinned. “Punish me later. I just need you inside me right now.”

I climbed off his lap, feeling brave, and for the first time, it was Dominic with a wary gaze.

I looked down at his crotch area, my mouth watering at seeing him tenting in his pants.

The fact that my ribs were sore only served as a reminder of how much Dominic had gotten under my skin.

I licked my lips as I took in his enormous frame, loving just about everything about his body. I let him see the hungry look in my eyes.

Let him see just how much I wanted him.

I waited until he stood before I stepped toward him. I pushed him down until he was kneeling on the ground in front of me.

“Show me how much you love me,” I said, because that was what this was. He could fucking deny it all he wanted, but we both knew the answer.

This monster loved me.

He let out a low groan and wrapped his hands around my hips, pulling me close and taking my pussy in his mouth, eating me out with vigor.

My knees nearly buckled, especially when his tongue lapped over my clit, and I was so close to coming, it wouldn’t take much effort from him.

I looked down at the man in front of me.

He was probably one of the most powerful men in the city, and here he was, worshiping me.

And fuck if that didn’t make me feel powerful as well.

My fingers grasped at his head when I wasn’t sure if my legs could hold me up much longer, leaning most of my weight on him and letting him hold me.

His hands drifted behind me until he was cupping my ass.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head, and I was seeing stars.

Suddenly, he moved away. I looked down, confused as to why he stopped when he lay on the floor, undoing his jeans and pulling out his cock.

“Ride me,” he said, reaching up for my hands and bringing me back down until I straddled him.

I whimpered when I felt his hard cock brush against my thighs. I reached down and grasped his length, stroking up and down a few times, like he had done before, though not as hard.

I watched as pleasure etched around every line of his face as I directed his cock inside me, sinking down.

“Oh, God,” I said, as I bobbed up and down on him.

He grabbed my hips, but he didn’t try to stop me or take over my movements. He was letting me be in control. My moves were a little unpracticed and out of rhythm, but that didn’t stop the pleasurable feeling from taking over.

I slammed harder against him, going faster, driving us both crazy.

My hand reached for the hem of his shirt, and I pushed it up, wanting to feel his skin with my hands, wanting to see as much of him as I could.

Mine.

He was fucking mine, and if he was possessive of me, then I was just the same.

This was my monster.

I paused when my hand moved to a plastic film on his rib, similar to the one he had put on me. My heart felt like it was going into overdrive as I realized what I was seeing.

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