Her Possessive Don- 7

CHAPTER 7

BELLA

He took me to bed after the last guest left and the penthouse went quiet again, and he didn’t give me the guest room or the rules or a speech. He sat back against the headboard bare and already hard and he pulled me into his lap and I straddled him because my body knew the shape of this now, and I kissed him before he could tell me to.

The kiss was deep and messy and I made a sound into his mouth when his hands gripped my ass and dragged me along his cock. I reached between us and lined him up and sank down in one slow drop that made both of us break the kiss to breathe.

“Fuck,” I whispered. “You’re so deep like this.”

“Then move,” Dominic said. “Ride me. I want to watch you bounce.”

I put my hands on his chest and lifted and dropped and the wet slide of it punched a moan out of me. I did it again, faster, and my ass slapped down on his thighs and he cursed and grabbed my hips.

“Harder,” he said. “You can take it. You’ve been taking it all day. Show me.”

I rode him hard, bouncing my ass on his cock the way he asked, the bed complaining under us, my tits moving with every drop, and he sat up and caught one nipple in his mouth and sucked like he was starving. I cried out and my rhythm stuttered and he bit down just enough to sting and then licked it better.

“Dominic.”

“Keep going,” he said against my breast. “Don’t stop because my mouth is on you. Ride.”

I kept bouncing and he switched to the other breast, sucking the nipple into a tight peak, and his hand fisted in my hair and pulled my head back so my throat was exposed and he kissed his way up while I slammed down on him. We were making out again between breaths, open mouths, teeth, his tongue and mine, and I could taste wine and him and the bathroom from earlier.

“You feel insane,” I gasped into his mouth. “Every time I drop I can feel you in my stomach.”

“Good,” he said. “That’s where I want to be. Use your legs. Bounce that ass. I want to hear it.”

The room filled with the wet filthy sound of me taking him to the hilt over and over, cream slicking his cock and his abs, and he pulled my hair again and brought my mouth back to his and kissed me until I was dizzy. He sucked my lower lip and then my neck and then he went back to my tits, one and then the other, leaving them wet and dark and aching.

“Look at you,” he said. “Riding me like you were made for my lap. Tell me how it feels.”

“It feels like I’m going to cum already,” I said. “It feels too good. I can’t go slow.”

“Then don’t go slow.” His hands slid under my ass and he started lifting me and slamming me down to meet his thrusts from below, and the dual motion made my vision blur. “I’ve got you. Hold on to me.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck and he held me and fucked up into me so good I forgot the party and the desk and the limo and there was only the thick stretch of him and the way he kept kissing me like he couldn’t stand not to. Hair pulling, then a kiss. A hard suck on my nipple, then a kiss. His cock punching up into that spot that made me drip.

“Dominic, I’m close.”

“I know. I can feel you fluttering. Cum on me. Make a mess in my lap.”

I bounced harder, chasing it, ass slapping down, and he yanked my hair and crushed his mouth to mine as I broke. I came with a broken moan into the kiss, squirting around him in hot pulses, soaking his stomach, clenching so tight he groaned into my mouth.

He didn’t let me recover. He rolled us without pulling out and I landed on my back and he hooked my knees high and drove into me, holding me open, fucking me through the aftershocks until I was sobbing sounds against his lips.

I kissed him. I kept kissing him while he pounded into my soaked cunt, while he sucked a bruise onto the swell of my breast, while his fist in my hair pinned me to the pillow. The making out turned sloppy and desperate and I tasted salt from my own tears of overstimulation.

“You’re going to cum again,” he said. “I can feel it building. Don’t fight it.”

“It’s too soon.”

“It’s not,” he said, and he shifted the angle and I saw stars. “Say my name when you do it.”

“Dominic. Dominic. Please don’t stop. Fuck me. Just like that.”

He held me and fucked me so good I came apart a second time, creaming down his cock, squirting again in a helpless splash that hit his abs and the sheets, and my mouth fell open against his and he swallowed the sound. He pulled my hair and kept moving, slower now, deep grinding strokes that dragged every last flutter out of me.

“One more,” he said. “With me. I want you clenching when I fill you.”

“I can’t.”

“You can.” He sucked my nipple hard and pinched the other and his hips snapped and the third one ripped through me so violently I went silent, shaking, seeing white. He slammed deep and came with a groan into my mouth, pulsing inside me in thick ropes, so much I felt it leak out around him while I was still spasming.

He stayed in me and kissed me through it, gentler now, hair still wrapped in his fist but not pulling. When he finally eased out I whimpered at the empty wet ache and he looked down at the mess between my legs, his cum and mine mixed, dripping onto the sheet.

“That’s how this ends tonight,” he said. “Not with a door. Not with an ex. Not with you testing a treadmill. With you in my lap and my mouth on you and my cock so far in you that you forget there was ever another plan.”

I could barely speak. “Is this the last rule? Stay?”

“Stay,” he said.

I laughed once. “You’re never going to be a soft man, are you?”

“No,” he said, and he kissed me again, slow this time, tasting me like he had time now.

I let my head fall onto his chest and his hand stayed in my hair, not pulling anymore, just holding. His cum was cooling on my thighs and my tits were wet from his mouth and my lips were swollen from all the kissing and I should’ve wanted the door.

I didn’t get up.

“Dominic,” I said.

“Yes.”

“I’m staying.”

He breathed out like that was the one word he’d been waiting for since they dragged me into this penthouse. “Good,” he said.