Page 121 of Sweet Shots

Fucking hell, this man’s mouth is so dirty.

I dig my nails into his chest as I bounce on his dick, squeezing him tight. Dominic grabs my dick, jerking me slowly.

“You’re going to come for me, Mikah. You’re going to come so fucking hard and so fucking good that it’s going to make me come. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes!” I cry out, just as my muscles contract and my dick spasms. I force my eyes open, drowning in pleasure as I watch my cum splatter his chest. He keeps stroking my dick, long after I’ve run dry, but I never get soft. I can’t, not when he’s around. I want more from him, want him to keep going—Ineedit.

“You’re so sexy on my dick. This ass feels so good. I’m going to fill it up with my cum.” He groans, thrusting up one last time before his dick is throbbing inside me, the warm heat of his cum filling me up. His head falls back, thumping against the headboard, face twisted into pleasure. I’m stunned silent over the beauty and perfection of this man and how he’s all mine…

He’s heaving for breath as he comes down from his high, his dick softening inside me. His hand goes back there, replacing his dick. I can’t see, but I can feel what he’s doing: pushing the cum back inside, wanting it to stay there. But I back away, leaning down to clean his body of my mess, like he said he wanted. So many times I’ve done this, and it never gets old, never getsnotsexy. I love seeing my release on him, but I love tasting it on his skin so much more—the sharp tang of my release mixed with his sweat and salty flavor. I lick every drop I find, dipping my tongue through his abs and over his nipples, sucking them into my mouth. I lick every inch of him that he lets me, until he’s pulling me back up and holding me to him.

“I love you,” he says. “I’m gonna tell you that a million times a day if I have to.”

I chuckle. “I won’t get sick of hearing it.”

“You better not.”

We lay there together, me on his lap, him holding me. After a while, he pulls back, going for my dick.

“You’re still hard.”

“Can’t help it,” I say, my cheeks burning.

“I make you that crazy?”

“No,” I say, shaking my head. He frowns. “You make me that comfortable.”

The brightness that fills his eyes knocks the breath out of me, and he leans in to take my mouth.

“Well, let’s get you relaxed too.”

He rolls over so I’m beneath him, shuffling down to get between my legs. His fingers are in my ass again, pressing down on my prostate as he jerks me off, and when I come again, he swallows it all. Then he’s helping me into the shower, cleaning me up and not allowing me to do a thing for myself. When we’re out of the shower, we fuck again. This time doggy style, with me facing out the window and looking into my old bedroom. I feel bad for whoever moves in.

Chapter Forty-Two

Dominic

I hope I get back before Mikah wakes up. I’d hate for him to get out of bed and find me gone. After everything we just went through, it wouldn’t be good for us—for him. But I had to do this. I couldn’t see it done any other way.

When I get back, the house is quiet and I sneak upstairs to find Mikah still in my bed—our bed now, it seems, which makes me happier than I can express—sleeping soundly. I head back downstairs to put my plan into action.

I work on breakfast, making one of his favorites—stuffed French toast. I work quickly but try to be as quiet as possible because I don’t want him to catch me before I’m finished. I can only hope I tired him out enough last night that he’ll sleep long enough for me to get this done.

I could have waited and done this another day, but… I couldn’t. Now is the time. Now is right. Today is when I need this to happen, so I can show him how serious I am about all of this. How much I love him and want him to be in my life. How much I want us to work on a relationship and build a life together.

Breakfast doesn’t take long, and when it’s done, I get started on his tea. I get the table set up, the way I did the first day I forced him over for dinner. After setting the plates, I bring the mugs to the table. Tea on his side, coffee on mine. I step back to look at everything. It’s all in place and looks perfect. So I pull the box from my pocket and open it up to look at the black band. It’s simple, but I’m sure it’s exactly what he’d want. I have no idea how long we’ll stay engaged for—as long as he says yes, that is—but maybe he won’t wear this for long and instead will switch to an actual wedding ring.

I meant what I said about marrying him in Vegas. I would have done it then, and that hasn’t changed. I will marry him today, if he agrees. There isn’t a single ounce of hesitation on my part. Nervous, now that’s another story. I am absolutely nervous. But only about this being too much for him. Things are still a little fragile right now, but I wouldn’t be me if I let that be an excuse.

I put the box on the table just beyond his plate and to the side of his mug. I shift it a few times, making sure it’s in the perfect spot. Seems no matter where I move it, it doesn’t lookright. I doubt he’s going to care about the placement, but I sure do. Everything needs to be just—

“What are you doing?”

I jolt back, turning toward the door. “Mikah. You’re awake.”

“Uh, yeah?” he says, eying me warily as he runs his hand through his messy hair. His gaze goes to the table, and he smiles as he sighs. “I missed your cooking.”

His words have a calmness settling over me. Yeah, I’m still hella fucking nervous about this, about what he’s going to say, but it’s what I want, so I’m going to do it confidently.

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