I stared at my phone and blinked.
Some mistakes were made, and there was now a full empty bottle of wine on the coffee table. And I'm lying down on the couch in a white button-up and underwear, giggling about God knows what.
AND I miss Dominic, like really badly.
Isabella had gone to sleep over at one of her friends' houses. She said, "Don't tell her dad," and a bodyguard went with her, so technically I'm not wrong for letting her go.
And now I am just here, horny and sad, but my brain can't comprehend pressing the buttons on the screen of my phone to text Dominic, so I was just stuck.
I stood up. I wasn't even that drunk, maybe tipsy, but for some reason, I couldn't type.
After another 4 minutes, I finally decided to click the FaceTime button.
I watched Dominic's contact light up my screen, and ring after ring went by until… nothing.
This fucking bitch, how are you going to text me all day and then not fucking answer my call? I called him again, then again. Nothing.
Bitch.
I pouted as I clicked out of his contact, made my way over to the kitchen, and got some water. I drank some of it as I clicked on Leo's contact.
It rang once, and then Matteo's face popped up on the screen. "Where's Leo?" I asked Matteo who had a hot dog in his hand.
"He and Dom are both at some meeting. Why?"
"Why aren't you there?"
"Because I am on phone duty," he said, taking a bite out of the hot dog, "why'd you call?"
"Well, I initially called Dom," I said, watching Matteo hold Dom's phone up and look at the screen.
"That you did."
"How are you gonna answer one phone but not the other?"
"My bad, I just had Leo's phone on top," Matteo said, "Why did you call, freak?" He asked, repeating his earlier question.
His look changed as he took another bite out of the hot dog, "Why can I see your nipples?"
I pulled the shirt out, "You literally fucking can't. I don't know what you are talking about."
"Have you been drinking?"
"Can you tell?" I asked, my eyes wide.
"You're all red, and you are giving the camera a weird look."
I felt myself start laughing, even though it really wasn't funny.
"Around Isabella is crazy," Matteo added.
"One, I know fucking hot dog gobbler is not talking, and two, she's at a sleepover."
"Really? Dom didn't say anything about that."
"She asked me not to say anything, and I sent a bodyguard with her so she's okay," I said.
"Okay, so was your plan to call Dominic and convince him to come home?"
"Well, yes and no. I was just calling to test the waters, I can't lie, because I know you guys are busy and I…"
My ranting was cut off by Matteo saying, "Please, whatever you can. This convention is so fucking boring, and you can only have so many hot dogs, my lord. The only thing we have done here is get vague threats from Elena, and I mean, I did beat her ass, but fuck I'm so done with this."
"Did you beat her ass with the hot dog in hand or no?"
"It was in my mouth so close enough, I guess," Matteo said, and I felt myself laughing. Now that was funny, "No, but please, I wanna go home so bad, this has been the biggest waste of time ever."
"Okay, but how do I do that without being like, oh, Dominic, come quick, I'm dying?"
"Do what your original plan was."
"And what was that?"
"Seduce him," Matteo said, and I looked at him with wide eyes.
"Well, I wasn't going to do that, I just…my hands were too shaky to type."
"How much fucking alcohol did you drink?"
"A full bottle of wine," I said, looking at myself in the camera.
"That's crazy."
"I know," I said.
"Okay, so that's your new plan, because this morning Dominic was going through and…"
"Wait, why is he okay?" I asked, cutting him off and straightening my posture.
"When I came out of the bathroom, he and Leo were hugging, and he just looked sad."
"Oh my god, my baby," I said, and I felt myself getting sad. "Wait, is he okay?" I asked again, repeating what I'd asked earlier.
"I think so. All I know is that he was worrying about you because you weren't responding."
"I was too busy day drinking," I said sheepishly.
"Clearly. Well, here's your plan: get Dominic to end our trip early and maybe send him some sexy photos, please, just anything that will send him over the edge."
"That feels dirty."
"Please, I am begging you, I wanna go home," Matteo begged.
"Okay, fine, whatever, whatever," I said and swiped out of FaceTime, "Wait," I clicked back into it.
"What?"
"What picture should I send?"
"Good question, what is Dominic into?"
I squinted my eyes at the screen, "This feels wrong in a way I can't explain."
"Probably because it is, is he into any clothing or something like that?"
"The shirt I am wearing, I fear," I said, putting the phone down and slowly standing back, trying not to eat fucking shit.
"A white button-up? What the fuck is wrong with this weirdo? Bro, you look like you are about to clock in for work," Matteo said, and my smile dropped as he clowned in my face.
"I don't know, Dominic is just into it. I found that out on our date," I said, and I watched as Matteo smiled.
"Oh yeah."
"Oh yeah, what? Why did your voice just change?" I asked, laughing.
"Nothing, nothing, you look gorgeous, send that picture to Dominic."
"These feel desperate," I said, getting closer and grabbing my phone.
"That's the point. I wanna go home, and I know you want Dominic home, so just send it," Matteo said.
I mean shit, okay.
I felt myself walk out of the living room, up the stairs slowly, and then into our bedroom. I guess it kind of feels nice to try for someone.
I propped the phone up and reached down to grab my brush.
I took out my braids and brushed my hair out completely. "Cute."
I gave Matteo a side eye.
I reached down for two rubber bands and then, with the help of a butt load of water and a dream, I slicked my hair back into two ponytails.
"Is this cute?"
"Uh, kind of."
"What do you mean by kind of?"
"Okay, you look cute," Matteo said, finishing his hot dog.
Even if it has some kind of ulterior motive, it does feel really nice to try and…well, look pretty. And I don't think it necessarily determines my worth or that I am trying to be someone I'm not; it's more of a treat to look good for me and less of a "look good for Dominic" kind of thing.
"Do you think Dominic will think the photo looks good?"
"If you think it looks good, then I know he will," Matteo said, "your confidence is more than enough to have that man fold."
I smiled, "I guess."
"Okay, now hear me out for this next part."
"I'm listening," I said, grabbing the phone.
"You pretend you're going out."
"That sounds like a shitty filler plot that you see at the end of one of those weird romance novels."
"Bro, just go with it."
"Okay, continue," I said.
"Take some pictures outside and then send them to…" Matteo's eyes lingered above the camera.
"Why do you have my phone?"
"We've been caught," Matteo mumbled, smiling. "Ryder called, and I was just answering it."
"Ryder!" I heard Dominic say, and his face quickly popped up on the screen, and he took the phone from Matteo.
"Hi, baby, how are you?" Dominic asked, and I felt myself smile.
"I'm good. When are you guys coming back?" I asked, picking up my phone.
"Probably the day after tomorrow, why?"
I felt myself sigh and shut my eyes. Let's bring the acting career home, come on, let's do this, "Well, I…" I felt myself open my eyes as I started to cringe at the sound of my voice.
"Are you okay?"
Deep breaths, deep breaths, "Well, I just really miss you, and I was thinking about going out tonight. What do you think of my outfit?" I asked, fighting back tears as I tried not to laugh.
I put the phone back down and stepped back, "Oh, that's cute…" his voice went raw, and his eyebrows furrowed.
Deep breaths, "Where are your pants?" He asked, and I heard Matteo start to bust out laughing on the other end of the line as I tried everything in my power not to do the same.
I slowly did a circle for him, "You don't like my outfit?" I asked, my smile slowly showing behind my fake innocent expression.
"No, I do, I just, you don't have any pants on."
"I do," I said.
Out here stressing this man out for literally no reason, "babe." Damn, is anyone else hard right now?
"Where are you going?"
"It's just this…uh…" I felt myself fucking stuttering, "this cute night market pop-up I saw," I said. I was lowkey rocking back and forth too. This is so bad.
"Sounds fun, can you put on some pants for me and maybe an undershirt?" he asked with a small smile.
He was being so nice about it, too, I almost fucking folded.
"That would ruin the vibes."
"What are the vibes supposed to be? I love that shirt but only when I'm there," Dominic said, "and no, I'm not trying to control what you wear. I am saying something because I love you, and I just want you to be safe."
Damnit, now I'm going to hell. I'm sorry, Dominic. I love you, you are amazing, and I'm sorry for what I'm about to do. "I'll send you pictures," and just like that, I clicked the red button, ended the call, and started laughing like it was the funniest thing ever.
Truthfully, I'm not going anywhere. I have never been to a night market and probably never will. I was just doing that to mess with him.
I watched notification after notification pop up from Dominic. Oh my God, this should not be this funny.
I watched as his contact filled the entire screen, then I clicked the voicemail button. Then again and again and again.
Probably going to give this old man a heart attack right now.
Domie: Baby, please answer the phone.
Domie: Babe. I don't wanna control your life, but I want you to be safe.
Domie: Please don't go.
I'm so sorry, Dominic.
Okay, now what's my game plan?
The convention is actually not even that far now that I'm looking at his location, so there's a high chance I am fucked.
He continued blowing up my phone as I turned on another Barbie movie.
Guess I have some time to kill while I unnecessarily stress out my fiancé.
Wait.
I paused the 3 Musketeers.
Pictures…I need to take pictures.
I walked out of the room and then hobbled down the stairs.
I walked outside into the backyard, "Would you like to go swimming, Mr. Ryder?"
I felt myself physically jump, "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."
I feel like I have gotten so used to it that I forgot that Dom's bodyguards are actually everywhere all the time. Especially now because he's not here.
"It's okay, and no, I am not going to swim. But I was just wondering if you could take a picture of me?"
"With no pants on?" He asked.
"It's like a look," I mumbled.
"Right," he said, and I handed him my phone, "are you going out like that?"
"No," I said, and I held up two peace signs towards my face.
He handed my phone back to me. "You just wanted to take pictures?"
I nodded, "Yes! Thank you!" I said, and I slowly made my way back inside.
Okay, I think it's been enough time since he's called me, so I'm just gonna send it.
I clicked on the photo, went to that stupid edit thingy on photos. Then I blacked out the background so you couldn't see the actual pool in the backyard.
I went to messages and sent the photo to Dominic.
It might be because of the wine, but I am once again laughing so much right now.
This was so fun, and I don't really know why. Maybe it's because I am fucking evil, or maybe it's the alcohol, I don't really know, but something about this was just so funny.
And I should feel bad, but I really don't.
And as I stared at Barbie and the 3 Musketeers, I waited, waited for the guilt of lying to finally set in, but it never did.
Waited and waited and waited.
Waited as the bright colors of the Barbie movie leaked into my brain.
Waited as a loud voice echoed through the house, "RYDER!" A smile grew across my face.
Something about the way he yelled itched my brain just right; I couldn't explain it.
I think that's just me being toxic, but it was just so fun.
"Ryder!" I heard footsteps running up the stairs, "He didn't really go out, did he?" I heard Dominic ask.
"Probably sick of your shit," Matteo muttered. That fucking instigator.
"I should throw your ass down the stairs…" I heard Dominic's voice fade out.
Oh fuck. Probably shouldn't have had the television on 80 fucking volume.
I watched as he flung the door open with a…gun in his hands. OH MY GOD!
I quickly sat up as he sighed, licking his lips. "Hi, honey," I said sheepishly, and I slowly got out of bed and hobbled over to him.
I watched as he dropped the gun, "You had me so fucking worried, I literally almost crashed."
Oh, "I just missed you, is that so bad?" I asked, and I hugged him.
I felt him melt into my arms, "so bad you had me worried," he repeated.
"Blame Matteo, he wanted to leave early," I said.
He turned to Matteo, who was laughing. "I will deal with you later," he said, then turned back to me, nestling his head in my neck.
I rubbed his back, "Have you been drinking? You smell like wine," Dominic said, laughing.
"Funny story, that's actually why I couldn't text you back. I'm like here mentally and physically, but for some reason my stupid fingers wouldn't type, and then I called you, and you didn't answer."
"I'm sorry we were…"
I cut him off, "I know, I know. Matteo told me," I said.
I felt him start to kiss my neck, "hey, hey," I mumbled.
"What? We can turn off Barbie." He said, reaching for the remote and turning off the movie.
"Are you okay?" I asked, and I felt him lift me up, "I'll be more than okay if we fuck," he said, being very on the nose.
"Hey, put me down, let's actually talk," I said, and he threw me down on the bed and jumped on me.
"Talk about what?" He asked as I slowly moved myself toward the headboard of the bed, and he crawled after me.
"Hey!" I said, pushing him lightly with my feet, "Matteo said you looked sad this morning. Are you okay?" I asked, and I watched as he froze and a small, fake smile spread across his lips.
"Yeah, uh, I'm fine."
"No, you aren't, what's wrong?" I asked, and I watched as he started blinking slowly.
I felt my throat go raw as I reached out for Dominic, "Wait, come here. Wait, oh my god," I said, and he just kind of sat there.
I grabbed his shirt collar and yanked him towards me, "Don't give me that sad look, you are gonna make me sad."
"Sorry," he said, laughing as he rested his head on my chest, and I rubbed his arm.
"It was really nothing, I don't know why I was thinking so much this morning, I'm not really an overthinker, but I just, I don't know," Dominic said as he stared at the black television.
"The convention had me thinking about how the mafia life was passed onto me and what I could have been without it. It's just kind of interesting to think about, I don't really know. I was also thinking that if I didn't have to do all this shit, I probably would have gone back to school and just gotten a master's for fun. Maybe I would have been in a happy marriage, maybe I would have been happy, happy without these random strings attached with loving people, you know?" He asked, looking up at me.
There was something about the way his gorgeous eyes looked at me. The way he looked so sad made me just want to cry, cry my eyes out for the poor man in front of me, "Don't cry, baby."
"I'm sorry, ignore me, keep going. Talk as much as you want. I want to hear it, let it all out. I wanna hear every last thing that happened," I said, wiping my tears from my face and then Dominic's tears from his face.
I kissed his head, "I'm listening."
I watched as his eyes started to water and his hands wrapped around my waist, "God, I love you. I love you more than I could put into words. You have…" I watched as he took a deep breath, "You have no idea how much this means to me just to be listened to. Every day, people want me to be this strong, unstoppable man, and truly, some days I can't fucking do it. I really can't. It's just so hard. I don't know. I have always been expected to do so much and carry so much, and really, sometimes all I wanna do is cry, but I can't. I truly can't," he said.
"I just…I think if none of this mafia shit existed, then I guess I wouldn't have all the money I do now, and I wouldn't really be anything. Just a guy. A guy with no reason for people to hang around him because his personality is too unbearable to be around. Too mediocrely handsome, too just in the middle. Nothing more or nothing less, making it nothing at all, just being normal and boring. That's what I would be without my money. I would be nothing because it takes your whole being and consumes you. I mean, with us, the only reason your family didn't sue me was because of my money. Because I have this weird authority role that I use to get what I want. I mean, I used that to get you because, truly, besides my money, I have nothing. Nothing to show besides an awkward guy with an unlovable personality," Dominic said, rambling as his eyes scanned every corner of the room, except my eyes.
Something about the way his voice was so still gave me chills.
"I don't think you're boring."
"The money has warped your mind."
"I could give a couple of reasons other than just money. You're funny. I enjoy being around you. You're caring, you make me feel like I am worth something. You bring me happiness and joy I can't really explain. And truly, I think you are beyond handsome. You have this sexy ass voice, that sexy ass face, a fat fucking ass, and a big dick, like what's there not to like, truly," I said.
Okay, maybe I'm riding it too much.
I felt him start to litter my jawline with kisses, "Wait, wait. I know there is more to tell, continue talking."
He pulled away from me with a sigh, "Okay, uh. Well. Part of my stupid brain enjoys all of this shit. The guns, the violence, the killing people. I think it's fun, I don't know. Maybe it's because I was groomed into it, or I have just always been a little weird. I don't know, it's not something I can really understand or explain. It's just the way that I have always lived. I guess part of me wonders if I would still be at home if this stupid life wasn't given to me, and in that, we are kind of the same, just like your family. I would never have left and would never have amounted to anything. But unlike you, I see them every 12 years. EVERY 12 YEARS, can you even fathom that? How ungrateful am I for never calling, never caring, only seeing them once every 12 years, and not even bringing their grandchild? I guess that's what they fucking get for being able to hide from this legacy my dad created; they are hiding while I am fucking drowning over all of this bullshit. All of this shit a kid should never have to care about. And now I'm fucking incompetent at every god damn thing I do, and all I can do is work, and I can't even do that. Can't go into my office building and pretend to do work. I can't ever be normal, and I don't think my parents have fully grasped that. Look at my fucking arm? Can you fucking replace that? No, you can't. Why the fuck should anyone have to go through that? I just don't understand. I really….All I want to be is normal. That's all I really ever wanted to be, but the world really didn't want me to be that. It would rather see me fucking shoot myself in the God damn head than ever let me be happy…" he paused, "okay, that's it, sorry that was a lot. I don't need you to really say anything, I kind of just want a hug."
"I can gladly give you that, come here," I said, and Dominic sat up, sat down on my lap, and hugged me.
I rubbed his back as his big ass almost crushed me to death.
"I should have taken you with me to the convention because I was missing you like crazy," he said, whispering in my ear.
I pushed his head slightly. "You wouldn't have gotten anything done, and you are very close to my ears, right now, it's giving me chills," I said, laughing, and I felt soft pecks along my neck.
"Okay, okay, get off," I said, and Dominic slowly rolled off of me and continued to kiss me, but this time on the other side of my neck.
"Come on, we just had a heart-to-heart, there is no way you are hard," I said, wiping his tears.
"No, you come on, you just had me speeding like a bat out of hell, worried about you, all for you to be sitting here watching some fuck ass Disney movie."
"It's Barbie and the 3 Musketeers, actually, put some respect on her name."
"God, I don't care, I just want you to fucking kiss me, my lord," Dominic whined, "you know that I like you in this shirt, and you are wearing it, and you have nothing but your boxers on, please," he said.
I rolled my eyes. I wouldn't normally fall for this buffoonery, but I would be lying if I said I wasn't horny as well.
I squinted my eyes at him, "Are you dirty?"
"I showered this morning," he said, and almost like clockwork, stood up on top of the bed.
"Go lock the door then," I muttered, and he quickly jumped off the bed, stumbled his way over to the door, and like a fucking dog, he was back on the bed in nothing but his boxers.
"Go fold your clothes, don't leave them all over the room. If they need to be dry cleaned, but then in that pile," I said, and Dominic started to whine as he stood up.
He picked up all of the articles of clothing he had flung off and folded them nicely into a pile beside his dirty clothes basket. He stood up, looked at me, and then ran into the bathroom and came out, throwing lotion on the bed, "non scented too," he said, climbing back into the bed.
Something about a man who listens really does it for me.
"Wait, are you sober?" Dominic asked me.
"Almost."
"Okay," Dominic said, and he pulled his boxers down. "I'm ready," he said in a cute voice.
I rolled my eyes, laughing, "Okay," I said, and he quickly moved over to me and started kissing my neck again, but this time while simultaneously trying to get off my pants.
I felt my laughter slowly turn into soft moans as he got farther down towards my Adam's apple. "Wait," he said, and then he pulled back.
"What?" I asked him with an eyebrow raised.
"Can you suck my dick?"
I leaned my head to the side, "uh, I don't know…"
He cut me off, "follow-up question."
"Go on."
"Can I suck your dick?"
I quickly started blinking, "Excuse me?"
"Come on, it would be fun," he said, fully taking off my boxers and getting in between my legs.
"Are YOU drunk?" I asked him.
He was looking at me with these big eyes; it was lowkey kind of scary, "I'm sober, are you?"
"Why are you looking at me like that then?"
"Like what?" Dominic asked, and a creepy smile came across his face.
I pointed at him. "Like that! Stop it, my God."
"So you don't want me to suck your dick?"
I felt my body start to get hot, "If you want to, you can just…" my voice faded out as Dominic's cold hands grabbed my dick, "Why are your hands so fucking cold?" I spat at him.
He started laughing at me, and I felt myself let out a shaky breath as his massive fucking hands went up and down my dick, "How do you even suck dick?"
"Bro, why did you offer if you don't know how?"
"I didn't want to pressure you into doing it for me, and I wanted you to feel good, I don't know," he said, and before I could get another word, I felt his hot breath on my dick, followed by his full mouth.
"I, oh my. I oh…" I started to quickly blink as my chest rose and fell.
I couldn't even find the words to say how good this fucking felt. I could feel the back of his fucking throat as his head bobbed up and down.
I felt my body start to get warmer as I put my hands in his hair gently, "Dominic, fuck," I mumbled.
Oh god. The wine is making me all sensitive again, fuck oh my god. Now I feel the heat rising more and more, like a damn fool, and it hasn't even been a minute yet. "Okay, I'm close, I'm close, Dominic."
I watched as his eyes slowly made their way up my body to my eyes, "ahhh, don't look at me like that, stop, that's so gay. Stop…" I watched as his head continued to bob up and down, but this time at a quicker pace.
The heat rose higher and higher as I felt my eyes go every which way, and chills ran down my body.
Fuck. Oh my god.
My breathing picked up as my hands grabbed his hair, "Dominic, I." And just like that, I felt myself start to cum as Dominic didn't move a muscle; he didn't even bat an eye.
I started blinking at him as he slowly got off my dick with a smile. Fully swallowed that shit, too.
I felt myself get chills again as I rubbed my nose.
"Did I do good?" God, those sexy ass fucking eyes.
I nodded slowly. Then he grabbed the lotion for me and handed it to me, and he sat back on his knees directly in front of me, "me and my dick are ready when you are!"
"You are very playful today," I said, laughing.
"I don't know why," he said, "I am just very excited.
"I'm glad," I said, "wait back up slightly so I can put my legs up," I said, and Dominic moved slightly, and I put my legs in a vulgar position. Then I put some lotion on my fingers.
I took a deep breath, and I felt myself slightly squirm as I slipped one finger in, "god," I mumbled as I felt the word slip out of my mouth.
I sucked my stomach in as I felt my finger go in and out.
Then I watched as Dominic reached up and took off my glasses, being careful not to get the lenses dirty. "I will put them back on for you later," he said.
I almost just came again, Jesus, "thank you," I mumbled as I moaned slightly as I slipped another finger in.
"I'm getting deja vu right now."
"Probably because we just did this," I said, kicking him, "it feels better, though I can't explain it." It's most definitely because of the date. I feel like in the past week or two, I have seen a different side of him, and my love continues to grow. Especially with whatever puppy is sitting in front of me right now.
"God, I know it's gonna hurt, but I am so horny," I mumbled, taking my fingers out,
"Baby. I don't wanna hurt you."
I rolled my eyes and reached up to grab him, "Don't give me that shit, I know you want it rough anyway," I said, and he quickly put his hands up and started stammering. Now the mafia boss wants to be a good fucking guy.
"Get over here," I said, and he sighed.
"Okay." He said, stroking his dick.
Then I watched as he grabbed some lotion and spread it all over his dick.
He grabbed some more, and I shuddered as he spread it along my hole, "Are you sure?"
"Dominic."
"Okay, let me know if it hurts," he muttered, and I felt the tip of his dick at the entrance of my hole as I felt my legs clamp on Dominic.
"Be careful of your leg, please," he said, pushing down on my stomach as I felt him thrust his way into me.
"Oh fuck," I said, grabbing onto his legs.
Should have finished prepping my lord. My breathing picked up again as I tried really hard to calm myself down.
I felt myself shudder as the tips of his fingers ran up and down my lower stomach.
I watched as he reached out for my glasses and put them back on my face, "Does that feel good?" He asked, and I felt myself nervously start to laugh as the feeling of Dominic's fingers started to turn the pain into pleasure.
He leaned closer and kissed the side of my neck, "I asked you a question," he muttered in my ear as I shuddered again.
"Yes…" I said as I felt myself start to moan as he started to nip at my ear.
I felt his thrust slowly start back up as I felt myself tense, "Stop, you are gonna make it hurt more."
"It's already hurting," I barked at him through my teeth.
He stopped nipping at my ear and pulled himself back up, looking at me as his hips moved. His look changed as his eyes scanned me up and down.
This sexy ass, "Calm down and it won't hurt," he said, licking the inside of his teeth.
His expression then changed again, going back to the one he had earlier. "Stop, what are you even doing right now?" I asked him.
"Stop what?" Dominic asked, and he squinted his eyes the way I did.
I rolled my eyes, and his hand moved from my stomach to behind my back, "What are you doing?" I asked again.
"It's gonna hurt for a second, but before you…" I felt a sharp pain run through my entire body as I let out a scream. He then lifted me up, so I was sitting completely upright.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, "What is wrong with you? What the fuck is wrong with you?" I asked, clawing at his back as this bitch laughed in my ear.
He slowly moved us so his back was against the headboard, and he rubbed my lower back slowly with his fingers as I hyperventilated, "Are you okay?" he asked.
"No," I gritted, "I'm going to fucking murder you," I said, and for some reason, my hips started to move.
"Fuck," I moaned in his ear.
"What about murdering me?"
I pulled back slightly so I could see his face, and then I pecked his lips, "You…I…" I stopped before I could stutter anymore.
"Does it feel good?" he asked, continuing to run his fingers up and down my back slowly,
"You know it fucking does, especially with these stupid evil fingers," I spat out, and he smiled.
I continued to move my hips in a circular motion as his dick pressed my insides in all the right ways. God, why am I about to cum again?
"Oh my god, I'm fucking shaking right now," I said. This wine was not helping my case, because I could feel everything right now. "I swear to god your dick got bigger," I said, and Dominic laughed.
"It always does when I see you," Dominic said with a perverted smile.
"You shut up," I said, pushing him lightly.
He kissed my face, "You are so cute."
I smiled. "You are too. I love whatever soft personality you have right now, it's making me wanna cum." Dominic looked at me with wide eyes.
He kissed my face again, "You wanna actually ride my dick or are you gonna rock back and forth all day?"
I normally would have been pissed, beyond pissed, that he said that, but something about his voice and the way he said it made my heart flutter, jump, it made my heart do things that it wasn't supposed to do, "yeah, whatever."
I lifted myself up slightly and shuddered as I slowly put myself back down, "attah boy."
I looked at him with wide eyes as I shuddered again, "That…that was gay."
"You tightened around me when I said that," He said in a singsongy voice.
"You're gay," I said, and he smiled at me.
"For you, of course," he said, rubbing my stomach.
His eyes changed into a more perverted look, and I knew the words that were gonna come out of his mouth next, "I want…"
I cut him off, "What if I got you pregnant, huh?" he looked at me with wide eyes as his mouth dropped open,
"I…uh, what?"
"You heard me," I said, and we both started laughing as I continued to drop up and down on his dick.
Oh, okay. Oh my god. I felt my legs start to get all mushy as I slowed my pace, "You getting tired?"
I shook my head slowly, "I'm…I am cuming," I said, and before I could even process anything, I felt heat take over my body once more as I felt myself cum.
After that, my chest fell up and down as I slowly lifted myself off of him and then fell flat on the bed beside him, "Two times is a lot," he joked, running his hand up and down the curve of my ass.
"I know, my lord," I said, still trying to stabilize my breathing.
Dominic smacked my ass lightly, "Are you done, handsome?"
"You know the answer to that," I said, pushing myself up slightly to an upright position.
"You don't have to," Dominic said with a soft expression.
"I'm hard again, so we are going to," I said, turning to him and kissing the side of his face.
Dominic's eyes lit up, "What position?" he asked, situating himself as he started kissing my legs.
I shrugged, "up to you," I said as I found my way back into his lap. I feel like he always picks it anyway.
I kissed all over the side of his face, "What's your favorite?"
He smiled, lifted me up, and put me on my side. "This or missionary?"
I shrugged. He flipped me back into the vulgar position I was in earlier, and I sucked my stomach in, and slowly blinked at him, "Now I'm embarrassed," I muttered.
I felt his fingers slowly circle the outside of my hole as he stared at me with this perverted look that, for some reason, made me feel like I was melting.
The way he was actually expressing his emotions, I mean, he was still being rough, but he was communicating, making sure I was okay, and God, all I wanna do is kiss him right now.
"What's with that look? Are you ready?"
"I'm ready," I said, smiling at him.
"Okay," he shrugged, and I felt his dick find its way into me once more.
"Fuck," I moaned.
"You're tight again," he muttered as he grabbed one of my hands and started to play with it.
"Probably because you are…" My voice trailed off as he hit all the right spots and made me feel good.
"Fuck, fuck," I muttered, and started to play with his hands, like he was doing to me.
"You look so hot right now," he said, putting my hand down on my stomach and rubbing his hands up and down it. "I just wanna fuck you all day," he smiled at me.
His thrust started to get sloppy, so I knew his brain couldn't match his old man stamina. I felt his hands go from my stomach to up and down my legs, "you fucking sexy ass." And then finally they made their way to my hips as I felt a sharp pain as he thrust into me hard.
"Ouch," I mumbled.
"You okay?" he asked, continuing on with the hard thrust.
"Yeah… it's just… I'm…sorry I don't wanna…make this about me," I said in between moans.
"You want me to slow down?"
"No, no…do what you want. I'm yours. You can do whatever you want." The words really came out of my mouth before I could even think about them, think about the real effect that they actually have. And truly, how pathetic I sounded, while being so head over heels for him.
The pain got stronger and stronger as pleasure tried to fight its way in as he pushed down on my lower stomach, "Oh my god, oh my fuck," I mumbled, and I felt myself try to reach up for the headboard, but he pulled me back.
"We're almost done," he said, his voice giving me chills.
"You said you're mine, right? I can do whatever I want, right?" he asked. And with every thrust, my body moved every which way, turning on my side to try and move from this pain.
I put my face into the pillow as he let out a laugh, "You are adorable, come on, I'm almost done." The words kept coming out of his mouth, but as the thrust got harder and harder, I was really starting to not believe him.
I felt one of his hands grab onto my neck lightly, and then with his fingers, he moved my face slightly so I could still look at him while half my body was folded and half my face in the pillow.
"Aw, don't cry," he said, feigning concern. He whipped my tears with his hand as he smiled.
"You're an…evil man," I muttered.
"Am I?" He asked in the same tone of voice he had earlier.
Then I watched as his face changed to a focused expression as his thrust picked up, and so did the pleasure.
His breathing got faster and faster as I felt my insides get all gross.
Then, after all that, he slowly pulled out and smiled at me, "That was nasty," I mumbled.
"Sorry, here," he stood up next to the bed, like he wasn't even out of breath or anything, "We will go take a quick shower and then watch your Barbie and the 3 musket, whatever."
"Musketeers," I muttered, reaching out for him.
"Okay, Barbie and the 3 Musketeers," he said, lifting me up slowly and walking toward the bathroom.
He put me down on the sink as he went to run the bathtub water, "I'm gonna get cum on the sink," I mummbled.
"I'll clean it up." He took me off the counter and put me carefully in the bathtub. "Okay, be careful about your cast," he said. I nodded.
Then he got up and turned around, "You're not gonna get in the bath with me?" I asked in a tone of voice that was way too pouty for my liking.
He turned around and put my brush on the side of the bathtub, "No, I am, I was just gonna braid your hair for you."
I felt myself start to blink as he slid into the bathtub behind me. I turned around, "You're so fucknig sweet, I'm gonna die. I love you," I said.
"It's the least I can do. Now, do you want help cleaning yourself, or are you okay?"
"I got it, I'm just gonna…"
He cut me off as he turned me around slowly, "I'll help you, doll," he said, and he reached up, grabbed my washcloth and some soap, and slowly started to clean my body off.
"Sorry, I was so rough," he mumbled as he lathered my body with soap and lifted me up slightly to wash my ass, "you feel clean?" Apology accepted, sir.
I nodded as he put me down slowly. Then he started to clean my dick, and went up to my stomach, "Okay, turn," he said, and I slowly turned around.
As the water slowly poured into the tub, he took out both of my ponytails, "probably should have done this beforehand because now your hair's a little knotted," he muttered as he wet the brush under the faucet.
He brushed my hair gently, and then I felt him slowly start to braid it into two French braids.
God, I really wish he were my real fiancé, because he's making my stomach do back flips right now. Making me think about all of these crazy things, oh my god.
He tapped my back lightly, "Okay, all done," he said, and he helped me stand up and get out of the bathtub.
I grabbed a towel as I watched Dominic clean himself in the bathtub. Then I finished drying off and put on lotion.
I hung the towel back up as I felt a smack on my ass. I turned around, "I'm gonna go turn on the movie and wait for you."
"Okay, I will be right out."
I hobbled into the bedroom, grabbed my underwear, and put them on as I… "Are you going to steal one of my shirts?"
I turned around and smiled, "holy fuck, that was fast."
"It's because I half-ass put on lotion because I know you don't want my dry legs and feet on you."
I smiled and reached up for him, kissing him all over, "You are being so considerate," I muttered.
"For you always," he said, walking as I hung onto his neck. Then he grabbed two of his shirts, handed me one, and then put the other on himself.
I put mine on, and Dominic lifted me up into the bed and followed after.
I turned back on Barbie and Dominic, and I got under the covers.
Then he lay his head on my chest as I put on my glasses.
I smiled down at him, "Wake your ass up, we haven't even seen any of the movie," I said, and Dominic slowly opened his eyes.
I kissed his lips. "I love you," I said.
His hands slowly made their way under my shirt, rubbing his nails on my lower stomach again, "I love you too. I love you so fucking much."
I smiled at him.
God, I love him.