Dominic

When I get home, the whole house is quiet. It’s dark in the living room, so I walk to the kitchen where the light is on. There is food on the stovetop, grilled chicken with a tomato sauce, and string beans.

I run my hands over my hair, needing a drink to take the edge off. Today was fucking terrible. Besides Naomi’s surprise visit, it was fucking awful. I need to see her.

“Naomi?” I call, but I don’t hear anything. I march up the stairs, checking Hannah’s room. Naomi isn’t here, but Hannah is sound asleep in her crib dressed in her favorite Teletubbies pajamas.

I look behind me and notice lights flickering from beneath my door. I push it open and Christ, there she is. Like dessert on a platter, ready for me to devour, lounging on the middle of my bed.

She’s wearing see-through lingerie that makes her tits pop. Her long, creamy legs glisten in the candlelight. She even has a bottle of wine on the nightstand, a glass already poured for me.

“Hi, Dom.” Her voice is sweet and sexy. She steps off the bed, handing me the glass of wine. “You look like you could use a drink.”

I sip it, watching her lower to her knees and undo my jeans.

“Christ, Naomi, you are trying to fucking kill me.” She pulls my jeans down to my ankles, and then slowly rolls my boxers down.

“Keep drinking,” she orders. “I want you to relax.”

I take another sip, and as the liquid spills down my throat, I feel her soft lips wrap around the head of my cock. She sucks the pre-cum away and I sigh.

“Damn, babe,” I whisper. “I swear you treat me like a fucking king.”

She moans with her whole mouth around my cock and starts to suck me faster, her head bobbing. I look down and her bright eyes are focused on me.

“You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth.” I place my glass down on the TV stand to my right and then stroke her hair back. I hold her head still and she looks up at me. “I’m going to fuck your mouth. Is that okay, baby? Can you handle that?”

She eagerly bobs her head, and it turns me on so fucking much. I hold her head between my hands and plunge deep until I feel my tip hit the back of her throat. I watch her intently, fucking her pretty little mouth, my cock getting harder.

She gags, wrapping her hands around my thighs, taking it like the sexy little thing she is. It’s been a long day. A rough fucking day. I’m stressed the fuck out and I need this right now. All I need is Naomi Parker.

I slam into her mouth, my balls slapping on her chin, and then I draw out, letting her head go to grab her arm.

I pick her up and bend her over, ordering her to hold the edge of the bed. As soon as I see her pretty, pink pussy, I bend over, licking up and down, wanting the taste of her all over my tongue.

I suck her clit, sliding my tongue through her smooth folds. She even got waxed for me. She’s so fucking perfect.

I can’t hold off anymore. I stroke my cock and eat her pussy, listening to her moans fill the bedroom. Fuck, my cock is so hard and heavy in my hand. I can’t fucking help it. I get so fucking hard for her. My beard is going to be coated in her nectar and I don’t even give a fuck. I want to smell like her. I want her sweet innocence all over me.

“Fuck me, Dom,” she pleads. “I want to feel your cock, baby. Please.”

Shit, those are the magic words. That’s all I needed to hear. I stand up straight, putting her knees on the edge of the bed too. She slides forward, her body folded in half, that beautiful pussy on display for me.

Holding her hip with one hand and using the other to grip the base of my cock, I slide my cock through her warm lips, teasing.

“How bad do you want my cock in your pussy?” I run the tip through the lips of her pussy, teasing her.

“So bad,” she whimpers.

“How bad do you want me to fuck you?”

“I want you to fuck me so hard, Dom. I’ve wanted you all day.”

“I’ve wanted you too, baby.” I push only the head in and it’s enough to make her gasp. “I won’t hold back. I need to fuck out some stress. That cool with you?”

She nods her head. “Yes.”

“Good.” After those words escape me, I thrust my whole cock in, gripping her hips with both hands. Her pussy is my stress reducer tonight. I hold her waist tight and sink my cock in and out.

“Fuck, I need this, Naomi. You don’t understand how bad I need it.” I hit a tender spot, making her moan even louder. I toss my head back, drilling into her young, soaking wet pussy. She’s dripping all over the front of my thighs. “You stay wet for me.”

“I can’t help it,” she breathes.

“I know.” I bring a hand around and slide my middle finger through. I drag it back up, swirling the pad of it around her swollen clit. With just the soft touch of my finger on her clit, she writhes below me, especially when I press my chest on her back and sink my cock deeper into her wet cunt.

“Oh, God!” she cries out. “Please,” she begs. “Please.” I can bet money she’s begging me to make her come. I draw my cock out, move her onto her back, and immediately sink my middle finger into her pussy, my mouth sealing around her clit. I suck on it until I feel her legs lock around my head. My finger is hitting her G-spot, and not too long after, I feel the heat of her release.

“Oh, Dom!” she screams, but I keep licking her sweet pussy. I pull my finger out and suck her cum away, and then I’m between her legs, thrusting in deep, making her back arch.

Just the sight of her, so out of control while she’s wrapped around my cock, is enough to get me going.

“Fuck, I’m close,” I pant, holding her ass and lifting her up. I grind harder, making her milk my cock.

Her palms run up and down my chest, and then she pulls me down so my chest is flat on hers. Her legs are locked around my waist, and before I know it, I’m coming. Hard.

“Fuckkk, Naomi!”

She sucks on my neck, letting me finish off inside her. I can feel my cock pulsing, her walls squeezing me, drawing out my release.

“Shit.” I collapse on top of her, but not too much to crush her. I’m still between her legs, my cock limp between her clenched walls. “That was fucking great.” I kiss her lips, and then her chin.

“I can tell you needed that,” she murmurs.

“I did.”

“Why?” she asks softy.

I look away, focused on one of the candles. “If I tell you, it might upset you.”

“Try me,” she challenges, stroking my beard.

I sit up, and she does too. She slides closer, kissing my upper arm. I kiss the back of her knuckles, and stare into her eyes.

“Naomi, right after you left, someone I never wanted to see again showed up at the gym.”

She blinks rapidly, batting those thick eyelashes. “Who?” she whispers, but I can tell she already knows the answer.

I hold her gaze. “It was Annie. She wants me and Hannah back.”