Page 12 of Sweet Girl

My cheeks heat as a blush rises.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispers as his eyes flick down to my lips.

My eyes close for a moment as his words wash over me. There’s a heaviness in being under Aidan’s gaze. He looks at me like I’m the only thing that matters, as if I am the center of the universe. The world could burn around us, and he wouldn’t even notice. My heart flips, and a rush of nerves spreads through my body.

I’ve known Aidan for so long. He may not be aware, but he carries a sense of peace that is a calming balm to my soul. I’ve always been drawn to him, for that feeling of comfort he could bring, but lately? Lately, I’m realizing that he is so much more, and it’s hard to fight the pull to explore that. His eyes flit down to my lips again, and just as he moves a fraction of an inch, Dom’s grasp tightens ever so slightly on my thigh, just a twitch, enough to break me from this moment I’m caught up in. The arousal I was feeling is doused by a heavy dose of guilt and shame. What the fuck is wrong with me?

“Thank you,” I squeak out, unsure how to respond to his compliments when they carry so much weight and embarrassed by the fact that I was going to let him kiss me. That Iwantedhim to kiss me, especially while Dom was next to me.

I look away, instead focusing my attention on the fireplace that rests in front of us unused, the red brick old and worn. I clear my throat and turn to Dominik, shaking his arm to wake him up. “Hey, take me to bed?”

Without a word, Dom sweeps me into his arms, my legs instinctively wrapping around his broad waist as his hands grip my ass firmly. My pussy aches in anticipation. Not a night has passed without him claiming me. He’s insatiable, and I have no trouble keeping up with him.

By the time we reach his bedroom on the second floor, he’s kicking the door shut and dropping me carefully on my feet, hands gripping my shirt and sports bra and pulling them over my head. His large body drops to his haunches, peeling off my leggings, wasting no time stripping me completely naked. Rough, calloused hands slide over the back of my thighs, pulling me forward as he presses his face into my pussy, inhaling deeply. I thread my fingers through his soft hair as he nuzzles his face closer to me, just breathing me in, running his nose back and forth across my flesh. It’s so filthy and erotic, igniting me from somewhere deep within. A tiny ember that he stokes until my body has been consumed by a raging inferno.

“Dom . . .” My voice trembles and breaks as he gives in to what I need. My body sags deeper into him as my legs shake and weaken, the flat of his warm tongue gliding through my center from hole to clit. His hands grip my thighs tightly, fingertips pressing deep into my skin as he holds me still and devours my pussy with his mouth.

My legs shake uncontrollably, forcing me to brace my hands on his shoulders as my orgasm builds and builds, the pressure right on the cusp of that cliff. My stomach tightens, my spine stiffening before arching into his glorious, talented mouth, and just as I’m about to fall off that ledge, he pulls back, looking up at me with heavy eyes, his mouth glistening with my moisture. I whine out in protest, and before I can react further, he delivers a swift, firm slap to my pussy. I yelp and try to jump back but he holds me in place.

“Not until I say you can,milaya devochka.”

He pushes me backward until my legs hit the edge of the bed, forcing me to lay back. I sit up on my elbows and watch as Dom undresses, his body a work of art. He’s covered in intricately detailed tattoos, and I’ve spent countless hours tracing them with my fingers. He grips the back of his shirt and pulls it off in that effortlessly sexy way only a man can, quickly followed by his bottoms. His already firm cock springs free—thick and veined. My mouth waters for the bead of precum leaking from his swollen head, knowing he’s this worked up just from going down on me.

Eyes latched onto mine, Dom prowls up the bed as I try to scoot away. Having had enough of my games, his large hand circles my ankle, dragging me back down to position me exactly where he wants—under him. My legs are thrown over his shoulders, folding me beneath him. His thick cock nudges my entrance, and I brace myself as he pushes in. He thrusts in short, controlled movements, easing his way in, too big to sink inside me in one fluid motion. I bite down on my bottom lip, trying to stifle the moan threatening to escape. My walls tighten and spasm around him, stretching to accommodate his fat dick. Even though he got me ready for him, it’s such a tight fit that I wince around the intrusion.

“That’s my sweet girl, relax and let me in this tight little body.”

I bite down harder on my lip as he fills me completely, only giving me a moment of reprieve before his hips pull back and slam forward like the powerhouse he is. Being fucked by Dom is like being on the shore as a tsunami hits. Powerful. Destructive. Consuming. There’s nothing you can do to fight it, relaxing into it as the waves crash and take you under is the only option.

His fingers find my mouth as he rocks into me, gently pulling my lip from between my teeth and tugging it down until it pops free.

“No, my love. I work for every single one of those noises, so don’t you dare hold them back.”

My eyes widen at his demand but my pussy floods around him with a new wave of arousal. Now would be a good time to ask him if he has a certain kink he’s been keeping from me, but I don’t want to ruin the moment if I’m wrong.

“Cruz and Aidan are home, I don’t want them to hear me.”

“They’ve already heard what you sound like when you come,moya lyubov’. They’ve seen what you look like. Don’t you dare hold back.”

“Dominik . . .” My eyes flutter closed as his words ignite the image of Aidan and Cruz’s hungry expressions as they held themselves back while watching me come undone.

Shit. I want that.

But I don’t give Dom what he’s asking me for. I pull my lip back between my teeth as he starts to move inside me again, his thick length withdrawing to the tip and driving back in.

His eyes flash in a challenge, eyebrows raising as he captures my mouth with his own in a brief but passionate kiss before returning his gaze to me. Dom pulls back before pistoning hard inside me, jerking my body further up the bed, my hands shooting out to brace myself against the headboard.

“I loved it,milaya devochka.Making you come while they watched, seeing how bad they wanted you.”

Moans spill from my lips unrestrained as his dirty words fill my head. His hips continue to thrust into me, grinding his pelvis down hard on my clit every time he fills me deep. Dom fucks like the ruthless fighter he is—demanding, controlling, every bit as powerful, focused, and hungry in the bedroom as he is in the ring. My arms stay stretched above my head, elbows locked, doing my best to keep my body from moving farther back as I take every blow he gives me.

“You saw the desire on their faces, sweet girl. Saw how badly they wanted to feast on you. Did it feel good? Knowing they were watching you come with my fingers buried in your tight little pussy?”

His thrusts become harder and more rapid, hitting my cervix and making me cry out.

“Fuck. The way you came with their eyes on you. Gushing all over my hand. Admit it felt good, my love, let me hear you say you liked them watching me fuck you.”

Without having to ask, Dom gave me my answer. He’s into sharing me. He has to be. Or at least voyeurism to some degree. I scream out yes in between moans.

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