Why Dominic Fike Lyrics Novels & Stories

Once my laughter had been quelled, and I was sure my reply to his question would not slip from my lips in garbled and incoherent words, I wiped the tears from my eyes and turned to face Dominic. "Are you done?" he asked. A fist was propped under his chin and his eyes glinted animatedly, highlighting his face and making him to look cute. Ain't no way I just fuckin thought of that. What the fuck.

Dominic: Ughhhh. Me: I'm I heavy. Dominic: no, not at all. Was just a bit uncomfortable. Me: so I make you comfortable? Dominic: maybe, maybe not. I laughed and grabbed the remote. Me: what do you want to watch? Dominic: Anything to be honest. Me: what about finding Nemo. Dominic: yeah that's fine. I started the movie and laid on his chest. Me: what are you going to do about Lisa? Dominic: I don't know to be honest, because I found out she has been fucking with the leader of the Irish mafia. That could mean she was giving them information on us, that's why i arranged to move to another house tomorrow.

Dominic laughed as he smeared his cock on my lips, tightening his grip on the collar's leash. I squealed as Dominic roughly forced his cock into my mouth, making me gag as tears escaped my eyes from the sudden thrust. "I told you," he sighs— "satisfy me." I just nod as my back arches every time I suck him off, and I can feel his dick roughing up the insides of my mouth, not even giving me time to breathe as my hands quiver that are locked by the handcuffs, providing me with no defense every time Dominic pushed his hips into my mouth.

Perhaps this was the influence of an idol. "Well, you can stop listening to his music now," Dominic expressed a hint of discontent as he placed a red date in Kathy's mouth. As Kathy chewed on the red date, she regarded Dominic with a puzzled expression and inquired, "Why?" "Because going forward, you have me. You no longer need to regard him as your idol or emotional support," Dominic stated. Kathy's emotional barriers crumbled, and she found herself entranced as she gazed at Dominic's close face. How fortunate she was to have encountered Dominic in this lifetime.

"Bumalik ka na, aking tahanan. Babalik ka ba sa 'ting tahanan?" I quickly averted my gaze the moment I heard him sing. Dominic sang those lyrics while staring up at the sky, a profound sadness evident in his eyes, and I couldn't fathom where that sudden sorrow was coming from. I simply took a bite of my burger and looked back up at the stars. Both of us plunged into a comfortable silence as we stared at the sky. The music from the restobar eventually shifted to a different track, but neither of us broke the quiet between us.

My body pulsed, clamped and trembled. He kept fucking me through it until his rhythm faltered and he growled into my neck, spilling inside me with one last deep thrust. We stayed like that, still, breathing hard and his head pressed to my shoulder. Outside, we could hear singing. They’d started the birthday song. I let out a shaky laugh. Dominic pulled out slowly and turned me around. His hand cupped my face. His eyes searched mine like he was trying to find the line we crossed. “Fix your dress,” he said quietly. “Go back first.”

I even managed a pathetic little cough. He stared at me for a long, tense moment, then released me with a sound of frustration. He dragged a hand through his hair, messing it further. "Fine. The other hole, then. Or is that bleeding, too?" Something inside me snapped. The careful facade of the harmless, innocent dancer shattered. "Why can’t you get it through your head that I’m not in the fucking mood for sex?!” The room went utterly silent. Dominic’s expression transformed, the last vestiges of playful desire freezing into something arctic and terrifying.

Dominic demanded, his voice a growl. “Where is my wife?” Kaia winced at the pain in her arms, her eyes widening with a mix of fear and feigned innocence. She struggled to free herself, her body recoiling from his intense presence. “Dominic, please,” she pleaded, her voice quivering. “I don’t know where she is. I just got back from London today.” Dominic’s eyes narrowed, suspicion etched deeply into his features. “Do you expect me to believe that? You’re always in the middle of everything.”

“We already finished.” Dominic laughed, hoarse and dark. “No. That wasn’t the end. That was the beginning.” Eli felt dizzy, the weight of those words settling deep in his chest. “You don’t know what you’re doing to me,” Dominic whispered. “I think I do.” More silence. “Check your phone,” Dominic urged. Eli looked down. A voice memo had arrived. He hit play. Dominic’s voice came slow, low, and lethal, dripping with heat:

Dominic asked and I was surprised for a bit. “What?” I looked at him with such confusion. “When your legs don’t work like they used to before,” Dominic began singing as I looked at him. “And I can’t sweep you off of your feet,” I replied. My voice isn’t that good but who gives a fuck. I’ve already sung in front of many people and singing with just Dominic beside me isn’t that strong enough to hold me back. “Will your mouth still remember the taste of my love,” Dominic followed and I looked at his mouth as the skies watched us together. The water felt cold on our feet that’s for sure, but the moment is certainly getting warmer and warmer.