Read Online Under His Domain by Kelly Favor - Free Book Online Page B

open now, as Easton pushed
her skirt up and over her hips.
    There was a mirror affixed to the
dresser, and she could watch her own reflection, Easton behind her, pulling her
panties to the side as his towel dropped to the floor.
    “Oh my God,” she moaned, closing her eyes
for a moment as he inserted himself quickly into her wet pussy.
    When she opened her eyes again, he was
inside her, thrusting with a deep groan of satisfaction.
    She bit her lip, watching herself and
Easton in the mirror.
    Her breasts were swinging as she clutched
the top of the dresser, and Easton’s hands were wrapped around her hips, his
biceps and forearms bulging, face drawn into a concentrated expression as he
fucked her from behind.
    It was almost like watching a sexy movie,
except she also was in the movie, feeling the sensations, being with the movie
star.
    Easton was gorgeous, his body perfect,
even with the imperfections and scars that he carried from his hard life.
    She could see the burns slowly healing on
his forearm, and the bruises on his face, and the moisture glimmering on his
chest from the shower.
    His shaft pushed through her folds and
buried itself deep inside, and she felt her entire body clutching him as she
tightened, constricting his path, grabbing him with her walls within.
    He moaned, a low, throaty sound—and
she moaned too.
    Everything was wet now, gushing, dripping,
and his flat stomach pressed against her buttocks as he fit himself into her,
pushing, thrusting, then sliding out.   He began moving faster, slapping at her now as their bodies collided
rhythmically.
    Kennedy threw her head back and Easton
grabbed her hair, pulling, forcing her to arch her back as he thrust deeper and
faster into her.
    His other hand clutched her breast,
massaging the tender nipple as his teeth clamped down on her earlobe.   There was no real pain, just the
pressure of his teeth and the heat of his breath.
    “I’m coming,” she told him, and then it
happened—her body combusted, or at least that’s what it seemed like.
    She lost herself momentarily in the
ecstasy of his embrace, the sheer force of him inside her, and it was as though
every atom broke apart under the powerful fusion of their love and lust and
need combined.
    Her body was pleasure—it was
light—it was dust—it was everything and nothing at once.
    It was like she’d been born only to feel
this feeling, something so big that she couldn’t even name it.
    When she came back to herself, she was
crying out again and again, and Easton was coming, emptying himself into her,
groaning and shuddering as he finished.
    It was done.
    He laughed, kissing her neck.
    “I told you it would take me forever to
get ready again,” she said, pretending to be annoyed with him for making love
to her when she’d only just gotten her look perfected.
    “I don’t care,” he sighed, his hands
pressing into her breasts, fingering her nipples, which were still tight and
stiff.
    She looked at herself in the mirror and
shook her head.   Her hair was
frizzy, except her bangs, which were sweaty and matted to her forehead.
    Her makeup had begun running from the
heat and perspiration.
    The blouse was askew and damp, and the
skirt was wrinkled and drenched in her juices.   “Luckily, you let me buy a few outfits
or I’d be really ticked off right now,” she told him.
    He continued nuzzling and kissing her
neck, wrapping her tightly in his strong arms.   “I’ll buy you anything and everything,
as long as you promise to keep being like this,” he said.   “I’ll give you the world.”
    “I don’t need the world,” she said.   “Just you.”
    Suddenly, Easton’s cell phone was
ringing, a distinct chiming sing-song noise, from the
nightstand.   “Shit,” he muttered,
turning and walking naked to see who was calling.   He froze.   “It’s my dad.”
    “Is that bad?”
    “I don’t know.   Probably.”   He answered the phone, his voice
sounding confident, but almost phony.