control.
“Need. More,” he insisted. The angle was too shallow. There was more he had to give me. More that I was ready for.
With one arm, he plucked me off the counter and slammed my back against the cold steel of the refrigerator. He powered into me once, twice, three times. His finger flexing inside me. And it still wasn’t enough.
Down to the floor we went. He came up on his knees, bracing his hands on my thighs and pushing them up and out. I was spread wide for him like a shameless banquet of carnal need. That dirty, evil gleam was back in those beautiful blue eyes.
His finger returned, and he watched me through hooded eyes as he slid it all the way inside me. There was a satisfying fullness everywhere, and my muscles were celebrating by clamping down.
“Dom, I think I’m going to—”
“I know you are. I can feel you.” Our breath came in sharp pants as his uncontrolled thrusts destroyed us both. Cold tile bit at my back, while hot, hard man labored over me, into me. Again and again, he slammed into me, making my breasts tremble.
It was probably too hard. I would probably be walking like John Wayne tomorrow thanks to the aggressive ministrations of Dom’s dick. And I was so here for it.
My orgasm was shimmering on the edges of reality, slowly, slowly becoming a real, tangible thing. I could feel myself flutter around his cock, his finger. Implosion was guaranteed. These were for sure going to be my last few moments on this earth.
And then he slammed inside me and held for a beat. I felt the first spurt of his orgasm in a place so deep inside me it was uncharted territory. That pulse, that unholy grunt of pleasure so sharp it was almost pain, sent me hurtling into the abyss. I clamped down on him like his cock was a mechanical bull on Wasted Wednesday.
My walls met the next volley of his release greedily, closing down on him hard. Beat for beat. Thrust for thrust. Wave for wave. We matched each other. Opening and closing. Coming and drowning together.
He drove into me one last time and held there while our releases mixed and mingled inside me as the waves gentled, then slowed, then finally, finally stopped.
51
Dominic
“Dom?”
My name from her mouth was a croak. “Mmm?” I nuzzled into her hair.
“I need something,” she whispered.
Oh, God. If she was going to ask me to go again, there was a very good chance I would die. I already wasn’t sure if my dick was ever going to work again after the last round. There was a possibility that my heart would give out, too.
I considered myself to be rather excellent in bed. But three times in one night was asking a lot of my mid-forties prowess. Even for a superhero. Four would quite possibly break something important.
“What do you need, baby?”
“An ice pack.”
Relieved, I laughed weakly. “Oh, thank God. I thought you were going to ask for another round. Something I won’t be physically capable of until I’ve had at least two IV bags of fluids.”
Her laugh turned into a yawn. “I’m sticky. And sweaty,” she murmured into my pillow.
We’d finally made it to the bed. And made good use of it, too.
But my superhuman sex powers were officially depleted.
“I literally poured my entire water content into you. I’m basically human beef jerky right now.”
“Thank you for your sacrifice,” she teased.
I lifted my head and rolled her toward me. Her pretty pink nipples were hypnotizing, and my idiotic dick that had no concept of consequences like chafing or possible failure to launch stirred at the sight of them peeking out from my white, rumpled sheets.
Down, boy.
“I’ll get you an ice pack and some water,” I promised her, brushing a kiss to her forehead and one to her cheek. I threw in a nibble at her neck for good measure.
She breathed out a laugh, and I decided it was the best noise I’d ever heard in this house.
“We’re so stupid,” she said.
“In what way?” I asked, giving in to temptation and bestowing a long lick on the nipple closest to me.
She gave a full-body tremble against me. “We could have been doing this for weeks now.” Her fingers stroked into my hair.
“Yeah, except you had to be stubborn,” I reminded her, leaning over to give her other breast the same treatment.
My moronic cock was already at half-mast again.
“Me?” She snorted. “By the way, I’m still not