Page 73 of Sweet Shots

“Addicting,” he breathes out.

My eyes fall closed, and I take a breath. When I open them, he’s still looking at me. And he continues when I don’t say anything.

“I didn’t know how badly I needed you in my life until you were here. I’m terrified of losing this now that I have it. I won’t know how to go back to how I was. I don’t think I can. You’ve… ruined me.”

“No,” I say with a sharp shake of my head. “No, I’ve just given you a new tool to use, is all.”

“Yeah, in the form of you.”

I guess he’s right. I’m not sure what else to say to that. So, I lean in and kiss him.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Mikah

When he breaks the kiss, pulling away, I’m left breathless.

“Just… go with it,” he says, a slight smirk on his lips.

The ease in which he just exists is inspiring. It’s how I want to be. I wish I could do things and not think of the worst-case scenario. I wish I could act now and think later. Or better yet, not think at all. Just do. I wish I didn’t have to assess everything before doing it. These compulsions are exhausting. Yet Dominic seems to be their kryptonite. Which is both scary and… exciting.

I get to my feet, grab him by the back of the neck, and pull him to me. He gasps in shock, but his hands find my hips, and he groans when my tongue slips inside his mouth.

He murmurs an “mhm” as he kisses me, taking a small step closer until every inch of his front is pressed to mine. His dick grows hard against my thigh, and mine responds the same.

“I need you,” I say, looking up into his eyes and refusing to loosen my grip on him.

Those words are loaded as fuck, and I’m not sorry for it.

Don’t regret them,I think to myself, even though I hear that shitty version of me in the deep recesses of my mind, trying to argue why I should regret what I just said.

But I’m not listening to that voice anymore. I refuse to let it keep holding me back. I will never get the chance to live if I keep listening to it.

“You’ve got me,” Dominic responds, bringing his mouth to my neck. He kisses down, then back up, nipping at my jaw and rubbing his cheek against mine. His mouth finds my ear, and he nibbles on it, tugging, before making his way back to my mouth.

“I’m so hard for you,” I tell him.

“Same, baby.”

I reach for his pants, shoving them down and freeing his dick that I take in my hand to give a long, firm stroke. I drop to my knees before I can think better of it, knowing I want to please this man. I want to give back to him what he gives me. I’m not sure I can ever do that, but I’ll try like hell for as long as he’ll let me.

I suck his plump head into my mouth, the salty pre-cum landing on my tongue. I suck hard, getting a few more drops and swallow them down. Seeking out his hands, I put them both on my head, letting him know I want him to guide me, to push me, to make me do whatever it is he wants—and I need. Because it seems I don’t know what I need—but he does. So I’ll trust him to do that. He moves his hips toward my face, holding my head still and using my mouth how he wants.

I’m aching, desperate to feel him everywhere. The soreness from yesterday isn’t enough—I need more.

“Fuck, this mouth feels so good,” he groans, hitting the back of my throat. “I want to fuck your ass, baby, but I can’t. You’re too sore. You need to rest.”

I shake my head, trying to push off his dick to tell him so, but he holds me tighter to him.

“I won’t do it. I can’t. Not tonight.” His fingers brush through my hair, and I use the opportunity to yank my head away.

“I want you inside me.”

“I’m not fucking you,” he says sharply. “Now put my dick back in your mouth.”

I grit my teeth, glaring at him as I stroke him slowly. “I want you to fuck me.”

His hand tightens in my hair so hard it hurts. I hiss out a breath. He yanks my head back, looking down into my eyes.

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