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I did exactly as he told me, and my eyes slipped closed as he pulsed inside of me. I clenched all around him, not ready to release him yet. Being with Dominic this way still seemed so surreal to me, so I was never ready to let him go once he was inside of me.
Dominic clutched my hips and thrust faster. “Give it to me, baby. I’m here for one reason, and one reason only: to get you to cum on this dick.”
He spanked my ass, and that was all I needed to set me over the edge. I released all around him and whimpered like a child. I was surprised to find that my face was genuinely moist with tears when I wiped it.
“Hold up, Shortcake. I ain’t quite there yet,” Dominic gritted out through clenched teeth.
I pushed back from the table and forced him backward. Pushing the table away from me, I created enough room to grab my ankles and give him the opening that he needed. That man behaved like someone who had just escaped the psych ward.
His uncoordinated movements were jerky and wild, punctuated by random beats of pounding and hammering my ass. But when he finally came, it was with a controlled rhythm. He slowed his movements and pumped with practiced determination. I felt the hot cum filling my core, coating my lower lips, and then dripping down my thighs as he pulled free.
Dominic pulled me to stand, and I winced as the juices dropped into my panties and jeans.
“Quit looking like that, ma. It ain’t like your ass ain’t about to toss all that in the laundry and hop in the shower.”
“You got that right,” I stated with a smirk.
He gripped my ass, spun me around, and kissed me thoroughly.
“What was that for?”
“For giving me my ass whenever and however I want it.”
“You’re welcome.”
I turned to walk away, but he smacked me hard on the ass before he stated, “You make me love you more each day.”
Chapter 20
Dominic
“See, they’re cute,” I stated, pointing at her toes.
She rolled her eyes. “They look like a ten-year-old’s toes,” she disputed, wiggling her daisy and rose-stickered toes at me.
I convinced her to let me paint her toes. She was hesitant about it, but I promised her that I wouldn’t mess them up. I had painted them all white, which she was happy about, but she wasn’t happy after I promised her that I was good with designs, and I had applied some press-on stickers on her toes.
“See, that means you’re still hip, and you’re not your age.”
“Dom!” she whined as she wiggled her toes again.
“What? You know I did my shit on those toes, woman,” I declared as I stood and set the sticker packet on the table.
“I’m taking these stickers off.”
“If you do that, you’ll mess up the white polish.”
“But we let them dry under the gel lamp.”
“Yeah, but still, I don’t think they were completely dry. It didn’t take that long.”
“That’s not how it works. It’s gel polish, Dom. They don’t need that long.”
“A’ight. You’re gonna be the one who is walking around with the fucked up stinky toes.”
“You just don’t want me to take these stickers off, and—heyyy! Why my toes gotta stink?”
Shrugging, I replied, “I don’t know. Why are you asking me why your toes stink? They’re your toes, not mine.”
