Page 89 of Sweet Shots

Thank fuck.

I hurry over to Dominic’s, bursting through the front door instead of ringing the bell—I don’t do that anymore.

“Dom!” I call, hurrying up the stairs. “Guess what! I got a let—” I stop abruptly when I set eyes on him. He turns to face me, and it all happens in slow motion. “Ho-ly fuck,” I breathe out, my dick instantly hard.

His eyes widen, taking me in from head to toe. “Ditto,” he answers gruffly.

I roll my neck, taking in a breath. “You look so fucking hot,” I say, walking to him and running my hand up his side. The suit fits perfectly, and just the overall look… the dark material against his tan skin and dark features. His hair done… Fuck, he’s so sexy.

How is he mine?

“You look… fuck, I can’t even find the words.” He leans in to kiss me, his hand sliding to my ass and squeezing. “I’m going to fuck you so good tonight.”

“You better,” I say against his lips, before going in for a deeper kiss. I feel myself growing hard, and he must too, because he gives me an easy push away, chuckling.

“What were you saying?”

“Huh?” I ask, taking a small step back, but not wanting to. What I want to do is bend over so he can fuck me while wearing that suit.

“On your way up. You were saying something.”

“Oh, right.” I hold up the letter. “Approved for a new SSN.”

He grins, kissing me again. “It’s going to be a good fucking night. I’m going to walk out an award-winning adult creator, and you’ve got a whole new identity.”

I laugh. “Damn right you are.”

We stand there, kissing for a while, both of us hard and grinding against each other.

“I can’t come in my pants,” I say, stepping away. “I have nothing else to wear.”

“You’d have to stay in what you’re wearing. Walking around with cum in your briefs all night? That’ll have me hard as a fucking rock.”

I chew on my lip, thinking of him being hard up on stage for all to see. Even though most of those people have probably seen his dick, I don’t like it.

“I’ll pass.”

He barks out a laugh. “Come here.”

He holds out his arm, and I go to his side. We face the mirror, and he snaps a few photos. Both of us smiling, him kissing my temple. The photos go up on his social media with the titleMAIF Awards with the sexiest man alive.

“A little dramatic, don’t you think?” I ask.

“Not at all,” he says as we head downstairs. “Limo should be here soon.”

He insisted on that, by the way. It’s taking us to the airport, where we’ll get on a private plane with a few others in our area that’re flying into Vegas for the show. I was worried about being in this suit all day, because I never found them comfortable, but that was before I had a nice one that is tailored to fit like a second skin. Now, my biggest concern is getting it dirty. How am I supposed to keep my hands off him when he looks so good? Fuck, why does cum have to be so damn messy and unpredictable?

“Do you know who will be on the plane with us?” I ask, getting us each a bottle of water from the fridge. I hand him his.

“Diana Dix, Victor Johnson, Jamie May, and a few others I can’t remember.”

“I don’t think I know any of them.”

“Maybe if you see their faces,” he says with a shrug, pauses, then looks at me. “Or their genitals.”

I laugh.

“Good point.”

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