Page 120 of Sweet Shots

My mind is always quiet when I’m with him, and that is a gift I can’t give up. I don’t want to give it up. I want to stay right here, with him…

Dominic grabs my dick in his other hand, holding it firmly but using his thumb to rub the underside, teasing me. He better not think this won’t make me come, because it certainly will. When he’s in charge of my body, it does what it wants.

“I missed this tight hole. It’s been too long. I need to take my time to loosen you up for me, baby.”

“Take your time,” I murmur, resting my head back and allowing myself to feel the pleasure. To feel him. He chuckles lowly, adding a second finger.

“You know what I want from you?” he says quietly.

“What?” I ask.

“I want you to ride my cock and show me how much you missed me. Will you do that for me?”

“Yes,” I breathe out. “Anything you want.”

“And while you’re riding my cock, making me feel so fucking good, I want you to come all over my stomach and chest.” He’s talking slowly, taunting me with his words as he slowly fucks me with his fingers, stretching me, getting me ready for him. “After you make me come, you’re going to clean up your mess. Lick me clean.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” I pant.

There’s already a pool of pre-cum on my stomach, slowly dripping into my belly button. I’m so fucking turned on, so ready to come for him.

“Tell me, Mikah. Did you jerk this dick while you were away from me?”

“No,” I say with a sharp shake of my head.

“No? You didn’t come at all?”

“I…”

“You, what? Don’t tell me someone else touched you,” he growls, his posture going tense.

“No, I just, um…”

He stops moving. His fingers are still in my ass, his hand still around my dick, but he’s just… frozen. Until he realizes what I’m trying to say without saying it. The cocky smirk that crosses his lips is devastating. Pure perfection.

“While you were sleeping?” he asks, starting to move again. His face is curious, eyes full of lust. He likes that I come so easily. This is something he’s told me from the very beginning, so maybe I should stop worrying about it and embrace it instead.

“And once while I was awake.”

“Are you telling me that you had a hands-free orgasm while you were, what? Just sitting around?”

“I was in the shower…”

“Keep going,” he says, brushing his fingers against my prostate. I moan loudly. He’s such a tease, all the damn time.

“My dick was so hard, but I didn’t want to jerk off. I kept thinking about you fucking me and sucking your dick, and I couldn’t help it. I just exploded.”

“Fucking Christ, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard,” he says, shoving a third finger inside me. He thrusts a few times before pulling out and climbing on the bed.

He props himself up by the headboard and taps his thigh, so I move over him. Dominic holds his cock straight up for me to sit on. With my hands on his chest, dick so hard it hurts, I carefully lower myself on him and take a moment to breathe when he’s fully inside me.

His hands run up and down my back gently, and he leans in, kissing all over my chest and neck. Being in his arms, having his hands all over my body is the best feeling. When you add his cock buried deep inside me, it’s so good it’s indescribable.

“This is so perfect,” he whispers. “You’re perfect. You’re everything. I’m so fucking glad you came back to me.”

Emotion clogs my throat, but the lust takes over, and I start moving. With each swipe of his dick along my prostate, I’m that much closer to coming all over him like he wants. I love knowing I’m pleasing him. The best part is I hardly have to try.

“That’s it, baby. Just like that. Ride my fat cock.”

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