Page 125 of Sweet Shots

Dominic is kissing me before Harry says to do so. I go with it, because this is my husband, ladies and gentlemen, and I wouldn’t change him for the world.

Dominic shoves me onto the bed. I land stomach-first, and he tears at my pants. Fabric rips.

“Hey!” I say. “Take it easy.”

“No fucking way. Nope. Not tonight. Not after all this.”

I try to help him get my pants off because he’s acting like an animal, and I’d rather him not tear them to shreds. When they’re off, he’s hoisting my hips up and burying his face in my ass.

“Fuck!” I cry out, gripping onto the sheets and trying to get myself comfortable.

He growls. “You taste so fucking good,husband.”

“Damn, that sounds so good. Say it again.”

He chuckles, pulling away. “You like when I lick your slutty little hole,husband?”

“Fuckyes!”

His tongue travels to my balls, and he licks them until I’m aching and needy. He slips two fingers inside me, working me open before he’s sliding his dick inside.

“You feel so much better now that we’re married.”

“Impossible,” I say. “I’ve felt good this whole time.”

I smirk at him over my shoulder.

“Damn right you have, baby. Now shut up and let me fuck you.”

Dominic presses my head into the mattress and fucks me hard, his dick stroking my prostate and keeping me on the edge for far too long.

“Let me come!” I beg, my voice muffled by the sheets.

“Not yet.”

“Please, Dominic.”

“I’ll tell you when.”

I let out a frustrated groan, causing him to laugh. His arm goes around my waist, and he pulls me to him, until my back is pressed against his chest. He rocks into me, hitting my spot even better.

“I’ll come like this if you don’t stop,” I warn.

“No the fuck you won’t.”

“Yes, I will,” I argue, digging my nails into his forearms that are wrapped around me. Glancing down, I see his wedding band glimmering on his finger.

“You better n—”

“I am! Fuck, baby, I’m coming.”

It hits me out of nowhere, my dick pulsing and throbbing, cum spraying all over the bed.

“You little brat,” Dominic growls in my ear as he works me through my hands-free orgasm. When it subsides, he pulls out of me. “Clean up your mess.”

I lean down to lick it all up, and there’s a sharp crack to my ass. The stinging is instant, and I yelp.

“That’s for not listening.”

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