CHAPTER 120: THE POINT OF NO RETURN

CHAPTER 120: THE POINT OF NO RETURN
CHAPTER 120: THE POINT OF NO RETURN

“I want you to fuck my breasts, baby,” Aria murmured, her voice trembling with heat and anticipation.

Dominic froze, his mind short-circuiting as if a wire had snapped. Every thought he had ever known was suddenly replaced with one single, blinding desire. When she began to press her soft, warm breasts around his hard length, slowly sliding them up and down, Dominic’s brain practically imploded. The sensation was maddening, unbearable in its sweetness. His head fell back against the headrest, a strangled groan tearing from his throat.

“Hell no,” he thought, breath caught in his chest. “I can’t take it anymore.”

He was completely losing it, drowning in the way her skin felt—silken, hot, impossibly smooth. His pulse thundered in his ears. His eyelids fluttered as if his body couldn’t decide whether to hold on or surrender. Her breasts moved with rhythmic precision, squeezing and sliding, and every stroke sent lightning shooting through his core.

“F–fuck,” he groaned, his voice rough, the sound echoing off the walls as his muscles tightened. His fingers dug into the arms of the chair. “Oh, baby—Aria—damn.”

She moaned in response, her tone breathy and coaxing. “Mmm—yes, baby. Fuck my breasts harder. Don’t hold back.”

Her words broke the last thread of restraint he had. Dominic’s hips jerked forward, instinct taking over, thrusting between the soft valley of her chest. The wet heat of her skin, slick with sweat and desire, drove him insane. His breath came ragged, his body shuddering as she pressed her breasts tighter together and began to move faster, sliding and squeezing, her rhythm chaotic and needy.

“Oh, my God, Aria—” he groaned, unable to form coherent words anymore.

She arched her back, moaning louder, her lips parting as her own arousal built with every guttural sound he made. “Yes, yes—just like that. Mmm—feels so good.”

He couldn’t think, couldn’t speak, could only feel—the friction, the heat, the dizzying pleasure that blurred the edges of reality. His vision swam as every muscle in his body tensed to breaking point.

“Fuck!” he cried out, the sound raw, primal. “Oh, God!”

The pleasure tore through him in violent waves. His climax hit like a storm, unstoppable and consuming. His whole body convulsed as he came hard, spilling across her chest. Aria gasped at the sudden heat splashing over her skin, feeling it trickle between her breasts.

Dominic blinked, dazed, watching the sight before him—his release glistening against her smooth skin, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. The view was intoxicating. She looked like a vision, bathed in something both sinful and divine.

“Fuck,” he whispered again, voice hoarse and reverent.

He reached out, dragging his hands across her slick skin, spreading the evidence of his desire in slow, circular motions. When his thumbs brushed over her nipples, she gasped sharply, her back arching.

“Oh—Dominic,” she breathed.

He smirked, his gaze dark, his chest heaving. “Fuck it,” he muttered under his breath. In one swift movement, he grabbed her and pulled her up before she could react.

“Dominic—”

He didn’t give her a chance to finish. He pinned her down against the sofa, his weight pressing her into the cushions. She stared up at him, wide-eyed and trembling, her lips parted as realization dawned on her.

“Oh my God,” she thought, heartbeat racing. “Is this really happening? Is he… going to fuck me?”

Her chest rose and fell rapidly, every breath catching as she looked at his face. The hunger there was unmistakable—dark, raw, desperate.

Dominic’s expression said everything she needed to know. He couldn’t hold back any longer. The beast inside him had taken full control.

He positioned himself between her legs, one hand on her thigh as he guided himself toward her entrance. Aria felt the hot tip of his length press against her, teasing, testing. Her breath hitched as he began to push in slowly, stretching her tight, tender walls inch by inch.

“Ah—oh God—Dominic—” she gasped, her voice trembling as the sharp pressure built. Her fingers dug into the sofa, her knuckles white.

Dominic’s jaw clenched as he slid deeper, his body shaking with restraint. Her heat wrapped around him, pulling him in until he was fully buried inside her, to the hilt.

“Fuck,” he groaned, every muscle in his abdomen tightening. “So tight—so fucking tight.”

Aria’s eyes fluttered, her lashes trembling as tears pricked the corners. The sensation was overwhelming—pain and pleasure entwined until she couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.

“Dominic—” she whimpered, her voice breaking.

He leaned down, kissing the side of her neck, his lips tracing slow, teasing lines up to her ear. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” he whispered, his breath hot against her skin. “This is what you’ve been craving all along.”

She shivered under him, unable to answer, her lips parting only to let out a low moan.

He chuckled darkly. “That’s right. You’ve been pestering me since the day you came back from school, haven’t you?”

His hand rose to her cheek, then slid to her throat, gripping lightly, possessively. “Now you’re going to take every inch of what you begged for, baby girl.”

She let out a broken sob, her body trembling beneath him, caught between fear and desire.

He tilted her chin up, his eyes meeting hers. “And you better not shed a single tear,” he warned, voice deep and dangerous. “Because if I see one, I’ll fuck you until you can’t walk.”

Her lips trembled. “Dominic…”

He smiled wickedly, the expression softening only slightly as he brushed his thumb across her lower lip. “You wanted this. Remember that.”

Then, without waiting, he pulled her hips closer and thrust hard.

Aria’s head fell back against the armrest, a strangled cry escaping her lips. “Ah—oh God—”

Her vision exploded into sparks of light, colors bursting behind her eyes. The pleasure hit her in waves so intense she couldn’t hold on to a single thought.

Dominic watched her, mesmerized by the sight—her face contorted in pleasure, her mouth open in helpless gasps, her body arching beautifully beneath him. Her breasts rose and fell with every breath, the motion hypnotic.

He couldn’t resist. His hands slid up her stomach, tracing the soft curves of her waist until he reached her chest. He cupped her breasts, kneading them slowly, his thumbs rolling over her stiffened nipples.

Aria moaned louder, her body trembling under his touch. “Oh—oh yes—Dominic—please.”

Her voice drove him wild. He bent forward, his mouth finding her throat, tasting the thin sheen of sweat on her skin. His other hand stayed on her breast, squeezing and teasing, while his hips began to move again.

The sound of their bodies filled the room—wet, rhythmic, intoxicating. Smack. Smack. Smack. Each thrust was deep, forceful, deliberate.

“Ah—ah—Dominic—oh God—please—”

He grunted, his voice low and rough. “You feel that, baby? That’s me giving you everything you asked for.”

Her fingers clutched at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as he pounded into her harder, faster. The sofa creaked beneath them.

Her moans turned into cries, her body arching with every brutal thrust. The pleasure built to an unbearable intensity, rippling through her from the inside out.

Dominic’s eyes darkened, the beast in him unleashed. He grabbed her throat again, not cruelly but firmly, enough to control her movement, to keep her in place as he drove into her over and over.

“Fuck—Aria—” he groaned, each word drawn out between gritted teeth. “You’re driving me insane.”

Her response was a broken whimper, her voice dissolving into breathless sounds. “Mmm—oh God—yes—yes—just like that—ahh—”

He loved the sight of her—her hair fanned across the cushions like a halo, her eyes glassy and unfocused, her lips trembling from the sheer force of it.

“Look at you,” he murmured between thrusts, his tone husky. “So beautiful. So fucking perfect.”

Her walls clenched around him in reflex, and he nearly lost it all over again.

“Shit—” he hissed. “You’re gonna make me—fuck—”

He caught himself, holding her tighter, forcing his rhythm to stay steady even as his body screamed for release. The sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the room again—wet, fast, relentless.

Smack. Smack. Smack.

Aria’s cries grew louder, her voice cracking under the strain. “Oh—oh Dominic—please—I can’t—ohh—”

“Yes, you can,” he growled, his grip on her hips tightening. “You’re taking me so good, baby.”

Her body shook violently, her thighs trembling as her orgasm built, surging through her like an electric current. She screamed his name, her voice dissolving into a cascade of moans.

Dominic followed, slamming into her with wild, animalistic rhythm, lost to everything but the feeling of her body wrapped around his.

The room was filled with the symphony of their need—their moans, the slap of skin, the creak of the sofa, the ragged breaths that filled the spaces between.

He was relentless, merciless, consumed entirely by lust. His body moved on instinct, driven by the raw pleasure that overtook every inch of him.

Her voice cracked again as she gasped his name, pleading, sobbing, moaning. “Oh, Dominic—please—please—ahhh—”

His thrusts grew more violent, the pressure building to an unbearable crescendo.