Page 75 of Sweet Shots

After putting out the fire with the hose, Dominic herds me into the house and up the stairs, tearing my clothes off the second we reach the top landing. He pushes me onto the bed, his large frame covering mine. He switches between jerking us off together and grinding his dick against mine. I’m a whimpering, sweating mess by the time I come again, and this time it’s him licking me clean, which is the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed. Then he bends me over, teases my hole, like the asshole he is, and comes all over it.

We shower, then we get into bed, and I guess I’m spending the night again, which is fine by me.

We’re on our backs, his arm around me and my head resting on his shoulder. My hand is on his chest, running his fingers through the hair there. We’re naked and squeaky clean. He made sure of that, washing us both thoroughly and carefully. The sheet is over us, but only to our waists. My legs are crossed at the ankles, his thigh pressed against mine and his other leg bent up at the knee, completely outside of the thin sheet. Glancing down, I see the outline of his thick cock, hanging limp by his leg. He’s so fucking sexy, and here I am, lying in bed with him like it’s normal.

It feels normal.

So fucking normal, and I can’t find a thing about it to pick at. I’m just… enjoying this.

“We should talk,” he says casually. “About us, you know? This relationship and how it’s going to work.”

I swallow hard. I knew this conversation would come, but I didn’t think it would be so soon. Though, it’s probably best we get it all out now.

“Yeah,” I say, my voice raspy from him using my throat. Every inch of me is sore, and I bet it’ll be even worse tomorrow. It’s a pleasant reminder of Dominic and how he makes me feel. The aches and pains fight the voice in my head, like tiny warriors.

“Before we get into it though, are you still okay with me posting our video?”

“Of course.”

“And you will too?”

“Planned on it,” I say.

I haven’t posted much of anything else, which is kind of shitty considering I have people who pay for my stuff monthly.

“And you still want me to make a naked cooking video?”

I chuckle, biting on my bottom lip. “Definitely.”

He leans over to kiss the side of my head. “You’ll have to lead because I don’t know a thing about doing videos that way.”

“I’ll teach you the ways,” I say.

“Why don’t you use your real name?” he asks after a moment of silence.

“To make it harder for people to find me. It’s not that I don’t want them to know who I am, but I’m more comfortable when I don’t have to worry about people knocking on my door. It’s just one of those things.”

“I get that. I mean, not personally, since I love my face and the attention, but yeah… I guess I can see why that’s worrisome.”

I shake my head. “I lost count of the number of times I caught you staring at yourself in the mirror.”

He barks out a laugh. “Yeah, I mean, have you seen me?”

I scoff, shoving him playfully. “Remind me why I hated you.”

“I don’t think you ever hated me,” he says softly, holding me tighter.

“I don’t think so either,” I admit. “I was just… intimidated.” The word feels weird leaving my mouth, but it feels right.

“I won’t make videos with anyone while we’re together,” he says then.

My heart squeezes in my chest, and a ton of emotion clogs my throat. I clench my jaw, trying to force it to go away so I can speak.

“I can’t ask you to do that,” I finally manage to say.

“You didn’t. I’m telling. We can talk about it in the future, and if webothfeel it’s an okay thing to do, then I will. But right now, I don’t want to ruin this.”

“You can’t give up your job for me, Dominic.”

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