DOMINIC – THE BEDROOM –
Isadora stirred. Barely tho. There was a twitch in her fingers. A flutter of her lashes. Her legs shifted, just slightly, spreading unconsciously..
Dominic stood at the foot of the bed, shirt off observing her.
His c**k was already back out. Still hard. Even harder. Veins thick. Head flushed. A monster. Covered in thick veins and precum. His long thick c**k was pulsing with need.
He climbed onto the bed.
One knee.
Then the other.
Grabbed her thighs.
Yanked her down.
Her eyes fluttered open just in time to feel his cockhead press to her soaked, swollen entrance.
“No,” she whispered.
“Yes,” he growled.
He didn’t ask.
He slammed back inside her like the first time hadn’t even happened. Her eyes went wide. Her body arched. Her hands flew to his chest as he
