to get up, but his strong hand splays across my back and pushes me down while his other keeps a firm grip on my hip as he pounds into me. Again and again. My body heats as pleasure grows in my core. He ruts into me like a beast claiming his prey.
“Yes!” I scream into the floor.
He leans down, keeping up his relentless pace. “That’s right, doll; you fucking love this. You love me fucking your tight little cunt.” His dirty words send me over the edge. My body convulses under him as intense pleasure wracks through my body. My back tries to arch, but he keeps me pinned and pounds into me without mercy. My walls pulse around him, and he pushes deeper into me. I scream into the floor as waves and waves of hot cum fill me. I lie limp on the ground, loving the feeling of being used. Loving how he took everything he wanted from me.
My bliss is shattered as I hear a beep alert that I got a text message. Reality slaps me in the fucking face. I scramble underneath of him to get up. The word is there, ready to pounce, but he lets me up. I kick my pants off and dig in my purse in the front hall for my iPhone.
Running 5 mins late – sorry!
It’s a text from Sarah. I check the time. Shit! It’s almost six. My hand covers my mouth. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I didn’t get shit done. I drop the phone and grab my pants, searching frantically for my torn underwear. Holy fuck. Sarah’s coming with Jax and his play date. I don’t even remember which kid it is that’s coming over. Holy hell, I’m a fucking mess.
“Are you okay?” I look up at the sex god standing in the middle of my living room. He just fucked me for a second time, and I don’t even know his name. Tears form in my eyes as I shake my head. Slut. His word rings in my head as my throat closes, and my chest hollows.
He wraps his arms around me as he says, “It’s alright, doll. It’s okay.”
He doesn’t understand. I push away from him. “You need to leave. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t-” I can’t finish. I don’t know what to say to him.
He looks at me like I’ve slapped him. And I guess I may as well have. But what did he honestly expect? He came here to fuck me, and he did. He won. It’s over. I open the front door and stay behind it so no one will see. I lower my gaze to the floor as I say, “I can’t.”
“What the fuck?” My eyes reach his as he stands in front of me zipping up his pants, and shaking his head. He walks with confidence toward me, and I can tell he’s not going to leave.
“My son.” It’s all I say. It’s all I have to say. He stops a foot away from me and looks me up and down. I want to ask him his name. I want to do much more than I can. More than I should. I have to take a deep breath and try to calm myself.
“I’ll go, but I want to see you again.” I do, too. His words shock me. My lips part, and I stand there speechless.
He picks up my phone off the table and says, “I’m putting my number in here. Dom.” He looks at me with a smirk. I feel my cheeks heat, and I cringe. That’s so fucking embarrassing. I don’t even respond.
He puts the phone down, but then laughs and shakes his head. He picks it back up and smiles broadly at me. “Dirty Dom, since that’s the way you like it, doll.” He puts the phone back down and then walks to me. His hand cups my face and tilts it so I'm forced to look at him.
He’s so relaxed, so at ease. I want to melt into him. I bite my lip to keep myself from caving to him.
He turns his cheek toward me and taps it with his finger.
I look at him like he’s fucking crazy. He wants me to kiss his cheek? “You don’t have all day, Rebecca; your son will be here soon.” My eyes widen. I don’t want that. I have to stand on my tiptoes to plant a kiss on his cheek, but I do. I love the feel of his rough stubble under