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I woke up horny as fuck. It didn't help that Dominic's arm was protectively wrapped around my stomach and his bare bulge was pressed against my ass. Sunlight peeked through my sheer curtains, pulling me out of my slumber, but all I could think about was the dick pressed against me.
I wiggled my hips, shoving myself closer to him. Wake the fuck up.
"If you wanted to fuck, you could've just told me." Dominic's hoarse morning voice halted my movements as he gripped my hip tightly.
"Shut up," I croaked. The feeling of need spread through me like wildfire, and I could feel my pussy throbbing desperately for his touch. I didn't want foreplay. I didn't want unnecessary trimmings. I just needed a quick morning fuck to get my bearings straight.
Dominic wordlessly looped his fingers into the hem of my underwear and dragged it down my thighs. The excitement I felt in that moment took control of every part of me as I waited to be filled by him. He scooted closer until our heads rested on the same pillow and the space between us was nonexistent. He kicked the thin white cover off, exposing our nakedness and allowing the sunlight to highlight our bodies.
His tattooed thigh pressed against mine, and my patience wore thin. He kissed my shoulder before his hand found its way between my legs. Dominic clasped my inner thigh and lifted it to allow easier access. I could already feel how hard he was; it pressed against me in the most daunting way.
"Come on," I demanded softly, wiggling my ass closer to him. Before I could dwell on sounding like a desperate mess, the tip of his dick was slowly inching inside me. My body jerked as his tip passed through the tight opening and he gradually began stroking my inner muscles. It hurt in the most pleasurable way, and I grabbed the sheets in my fist, trying to compose myself. He waited for me to adjust to his size before moving again.
"I've always wanted to do this," Dominic whispered as he wrapped his hand around my neck. The satisfaction of having him fully inside me, with my ass squashed against his pelvis, was borderline orgasmic. He moved, and my lips parted with a throaty moan. He moved again, and my eyes rolled back into my head. His hand tightened on my neck—firm but not suffocating, guiding his unbelievably deep strokes.
"Fuck, angel." Even on our sides, he fucked me so thoroughly that I could barely form coherent words. He rolled us over, pressing my stomach flat against the mattress, his large body covering mine completely. I let out a loud moan as he drove deeper than before, but it was muffled by the palm clamped over my mouth. Dominic silenced my cries, reducing them to inaudible murmurs.
I pressed my palms against the bed, intending to rise onto all fours, but he roughly pushed me back down. I had no choice but to succumb to his quiet command to stay still. My body hitched uncontrollably with each thrust as he laid his full weight on me, pinning me in place. One hand remained over my mouth, the other gripping my waist, enclosing me entirely within his space.
"Shh, my good girl." He pulled out fully, letting his tip linger at my entrance before slamming back in so hard that my eyes widened in shock. "So fucking good," he grunted, finally removing his hand from my mouth. I took desperate gulps of air as my hair stuck to my flushed cheeks. Dominic maintained his relentless pace, long, hard strokes that caused me to clench around him repeatedly.
He gasped. "Don't do that."
"I can't," I quivered beneath him and clenched again involuntarily.
"Stop doing that. For fuck's sake, you're going to make me cum." Dominic hissed, clutching the back of my neck to turn my head to the side. He gazed down at me, his messy hair and fierce expression pushing me to the edge of orgasm.
He pounded so aggressively that the headboard slammed into the wall with thunderous claps, his pelvis colliding with my ass in echoing rhythm. I gripped the sheets to keep myself from sliding up the bed. "Fuck!" I hissed through clenched teeth, reaching back blindly to tap his stomach, signaling him to slow down. Dominic grabbed my forearm and pinned it firmly to my lower back. I groaned and writhed, trying to escape his restraint.
"Safeword. Use it if you really want me to stop," he instructed. I nodded clumsily. He held himself up with one hand and slapped my ass hard with the other, sending ripples of stinging pain through my flesh. I gasped in surprise and tried to rise again, but it was futile.
"Look at you trying to run away when you were the one who started this." Dominic laughed, and my cheeks burned with embarrassment. "You're so wet around me, angel. You hear that?" He slowed to deep, rolling thrusts, and I sighed in relief at the change of pace.
"Tell me that you're mine," he said, stroking my hair away from my face.
In a state of pure bliss, I replied without hesitation, "No. You first."
"Of course I'm yours. I've been yours," Dominic said without reluctance. His words sent me over the edge. I clenched around him so fiercely that he stilled completely. The orgasm tore through me in shivers of unrelenting ecstasy; my body convulsed even as he pulled out and released across my ass. He collapsed beside me, chest heaving, a faint smile on his lips.
I raised my fist to him. He met it with his own in a gentle bump. "Yours."
"Best gift ever," he murmured in a daze.
"Gift? What is it? Your birthday?"
"Yes."
My mouth dropped. I tried to sit up, but cum leaked down my thighs, forcing me to stay put. "Why didn't you tell me? I didn't get you anything or plan anything. Birthdays are meant to be celebrated, even if it's the bare minimum."
"You gave me the best present I could have asked for, angel. That was amazing." He exhaled deeply, resting his hands on his stomach.
"Yeah, whatever. But I didn't physically get you anything. Wipe your children off me so I can go make you breakfast."
"Nope." He crossed his arms under his head and stared at the ceiling, ignoring me.
"Dominic, I swear."
He said nothing.
"Fine. I'll just throw it at you." I cupped my hand like a bowl. Dominic sprang from the bed and returned with tissues, wiping me clean. I smiled in victory and finally stood, my legs trembling from the thorough fucking. I immediately wobbled, feeling unbalanced, the ache between my legs significantly increased. I held the underside of my stomach and groaned out loud. Dominic had fucked me so hard that I could barely walk straight.
"I'm going to run us a bath. Just rest, baby. It's fine." He kissed my forehead and guided me back down onto the bed. I sighed but made no move to argue.
Later, after breakfast, Dominic said appreciatively, "Thank you for breakfast," and leaned over the table to place a kiss on my lips. He was wearing yesterday's clothes, fresh out of the dryer, his hair still slightly damp.
"You're welcome. Do you have any plans for the day? Can we do something?" I asked a little too excitedly, gripping the mug in both hands.
"I wish I could spend the day with you, but I have a few things to attend to this afternoon, and tonight I have supper with my parents. Do you want to come?"
His question caught me off guard, and I choked on my coffee. "Parents?"
"Let me rephrase that. You're coming." Dominic stated bluntly. My shoulders slumped, and I bit my bottom lip. The idea of meeting Dominic's parents sent my mind whirling with all sorts of scenarios.
"Okay. Wait, how old are you?" I asked curiously.
"Twenty-six."
"Young," I mumbled, taking a sip of my coffee.
"I'm four years older than you. How am I young?" Dominic looked at me as if I had just offended him.
"I just meant for your position. You're a bratva leader at twenty-six. That's impressive. Is that the right word to use for a mafia boss?"
"Impressive?" He smirked and leaned forward to cross his arms on the table. "I knew it. You're into criminals, aren't you?" Dominic laughed and shook his head.
"Shut up," I muttered and relaxed into the chair. Why was I attracted to who and what Dominic was? It felt wrong on so many levels, but the thrill he brought to my life was unquestionably the most exciting thing to ever happen to me.
"You're so perfect." He complimented me and shook his head before getting up to walk over to me.
"I'll see you later. Kuzma will be here at seven to pick you up. Enjoy your day, my angel." Dominic placed a kiss on top of my head. I grinned at him, feeling my heart about to burst with happiness.
"Bye, angel," I replied, and the glare he sent my way had me stifling my laughter.
I've never been to a house that had its own street.
"Thank you, Kuzma," I said to the driver. He nodded once and offered a warm smile in response.
The first thing I noticed when I stepped out of the car was the fountain in the middle of the circular driveway, its constant flow of running water filling the air. Next was the luxury three-story mansion, which featured the most impressive architectural design I had ever seen. The estate was surrounded by guards carrying large guns and illuminated by ground lights glaring upward.
My mouth dropped, and I looked down at my simple camisole dress. The entire atmosphere screamed money. By the number of cars parked around me, I could tell that this was not merely a supper.