CHAPTER 115: THE BREAKING POINT
CHAPTER 115: THE BREAKING POINT
CHAPTER 115: THE BREAKING POINT
“Oh my God… fuck,” Dominic cries out, the words tearing raw from his throat as if dragged out against his will. His voice fills the air, heavy with desperation. His hands move without conscious command, gripping Aria’s waist tightly as though she is the only anchor he has left in this spinning storm.
She grinds against him slowly, deliberately, rolling her hips in a teasing rhythm that forces his cock between the round swell of her ass cheeks. The friction is unbearable, slick heat sliding against him, smothering him. She twerks her hips with skill, making the contact sharper, rougher, a wicked temptation designed to unmake him. Her body twists, her back arches, and she wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him down into her intoxicating orbit.
“Take me, baby,” she whispers, breath hot against his ear, her voice trembling with need. “I know you want me. Please—please fucking take me. I’m so wet for you. I’m so horny for you. Please.”
Her plea is a dagger wrapped in velvet, a sound so desperate it claws straight through his defenses. She squeezes her ass tighter around him, pressing him hard between her cheeks, grinding until his knees nearly give.
“Ohhh my God,” Dominic groans, his body jolting, his voice hoarse with the strain of holding on. Every nerve inside him is raw, burning, his restraint stretched so thin it trembles on the verge of breaking.
His hand, trembling with both fury and need, slides along her belly. It climbs upward, rough and desperate, until his palm finds her breast. He seizes it with intensity, squeezing hard, harder, as if the pressure might ground him, might hold back the flood tearing through him. But it only feeds the hunger. He cannot contain the storm gathering in his chest, and suddenly his lips are at her neck, kissing wildly, biting, losing all measure of control.
“Ohh, fuck you, Aria,” he whispers against her skin, voice breaking, raw and fractured.
“Yes,” she breathes, the sound a sigh of victory and desire all at once. “I know. I know you want it. Take me… please.”
She turns swiftly, her body fluid and predatory. Her hand finds his cock again, gripping him firmly, stroking him, squeezing, massaging as though her fingers are molded for him alone. Her voice is thick with need, edged with desperation as she presses closer, her gaze burning into his.
“I’m not going to let you go,” she declares, her tone fierce, absolute. “Not until you take me today.”
The desperation in her voice is unmistakable, high and sharp, as if her sanity hangs on this moment. Dominic’s chest heaves; he knows this is a crossroad, a place from which there may be no return. God, this must be the end.
Where the fuck is Vera when he needs her? His mind stumbles. Where is the one he brought here, the one meant to guard him, the one meant to keep him safe? Where is she now, when he needs her most, when this madness is spiraling so fast it is about to consume him whole? How the hell did she falter, how did she allow this girl to breach the walls, to creep inside and destroy everything?
His thoughts disintegrate as Aria suddenly drops down, her lips parting, her mouth claiming him.
Her lips seal tight around the head of his cock, her tongue circling, squeezing, sucking hard with ruthless intention. The wet heat of her mouth engulfs him, and the shock of it rips a guttural groan from his throat.
“Ohhh my God,” he moans, staggering. His hands react before his brain can keep pace, sliding into her long, wavy, dark brown hair. His fingers fist tightly, anchoring himself in the silken strands as she devours him.
Her eyes, those haunting silver-grey eyes, tilt up at him through her lashes, shimmering with seduction and hunger. The sight of her lips wrapped so tightly around him, her cheeks hollowing as she sucks him down, drives him mad. His stomach clenches, his body convulses, and instinct takes over.
He thrusts.
His hips jerk forward, pumping himself into her mouth, deeper, harder, until her throat resists. His cock slams to the base of her throat and she gags, a strangled groan vibrating against him. The sound only spurs him on, blinding him with lust.
Aria moans, the vibrations buzzing through him, turning her struggle into an offering. The sensation only ignites her further—she is trembling, her body shuddering with her own need, her pussy drenched, her thighs slick as she moans around him. She cannot fight it. She cannot resist her craving for him.
Her tongue presses flat, then curls, sliding against him in maddening circles. Dominic shivers violently, a raw sound tearing from him as he grabs her hair tighter, guiding her, using her. His thrusts quicken, brutal now, every pump pushing deeper down her throat.
Wet, obscene slurps echo through the room, saliva spilling from her lips, dripping down her chin, mixing with the steady leak of his pre-cum. The mess glistens on her skin, strands of spit stretching and snapping with every thrust. The sight—her mouth full of him, her lips stretched wide, her chin wet, her eyes locked on his—destroys him.
His mind feels like it is about to combust, every neuron sparking uncontrollably.
“No… no, oh my God, no,” he thinks, panic and pleasure colliding in unbearable chaos.
But his hips do not stop. He pumps harder, faster, his cock driving mercilessly into her mouth until she chokes, until her throat works around him with wet, gagging sounds that make him hiss. He is gone, lost in her, spiraling toward release he cannot hold back.
The edge looms sharp and deadly—he feels it, the explosion seconds away.
And then, she stops.
Aria pulls her mouth off him in an instant, wet lips releasing him with a loud, obscene pop. The sudden loss of heat, of suction, is agony. His orgasm halts on the brink, a brutal denial that slams clarity through his chest so sharp he nearly doubles over.
“Ahhh—fuck!” Dominic cries out, voice strangled in pain, his head tipping back, veins bulging as he groans loudly.
Her lips glisten, her chin wet, her eyes shining with wicked triumph as she scoffs, voice laced with cruel seduction. “I’m not going to let you come, baby, until you agree to fuck me.”
His chest heaves, lungs on fire. His mind reels.
“Oh my God,” he thinks, horror and lust tangled together.
“I want you to come only inside me,” she whispers fiercely, leaning close, her lips curling with dark promise. “Inside me and inside me alone.”
“God… she’s going to be the death of me,” he thinks, almost speaking it, his body trembling violently.
Dominic shivers from head to toe, sweat slicking his skin, his cock throbbing painfully. His soul feels like it is about to tear free, his sanity shredded under the torment. He cannot hold this. He cannot fight anymore. This is beyond him. This is fucking driving him insane.
He groans, arching his back against the wall as if bracing himself against collapse.
Aria rises, her body flush against him once more. She grips his cock again, stroking him with merciless rhythm, her palm slick, her fingers steady.
“It’s very easy, baby,” she whispers, her tone intoxicating, dripping with sensual cruelty. “All you have to do is take me to the bed, spread my ass cheeks, and fuck me so hard. You know it’s going to feel so good. Nobody is ever going to know. Please…”
Her plea melts into a kiss. She stands on her tiptoes, pressing her mouth to his, her lips soft, hot, sensual. She kisses him slowly, deeply, her tongue sliding against his, her mouth demanding and erotic.
“I want you to taste it,” she whispers against his lips, voice husky, deliberate. “I want you to taste your cum. Taste your pre-cum.”
Her tongue flicks against his lip before she sucks it into her mouth, kissing him with a sensual slowness that makes his cock pulse even harder, even angrier.
Dominic trembles, his body shaking with unbearable need. The pain of his denied release is too sharp, too consuming. He feels like he will explode, like his body will break apart if he is not given what he craves.
“Ohhh my God,” he cries out loud again, voice ragged, as she continues to stroke him, torturing him, her hand relentless in its pace. She relishes his suffering, smiling faintly against his lips, tasting his frustration, tasting his hunger.
His brain cannot keep up, neurons burning out under the overload. His lips crash against hers, kissing her wildly, sloppily, without knowing what he’s doing. He is lost, consumed, his body betraying him at every turn.
She is in control. Entirely.
It is as if he is nothing but a dog on her leash, bound and led, obeying every tug she gives.
“What has this little girl done to me?” he thinks, horror bleeding into desire, his heart thundering as she tightens her grip, her mouth sealing over his once more, her control absolute.
And still, he cannot stop.