Bad Boy Dom by Ellen Harper Read Free Book Online Page B

what felt like slime. Dom placed his fingers on me immediately and started to rub it in, the warmth from his hands soothing me. The extra lubricant felt really sexy and tingly, and I moaned as he continued to massage it into my skin, using his thumb to rub lazy circles around my clit. I could feel a warmth all over my skin and the ends of my hair tickled my back and breasts as Dom rubbed me. Slowly, he moved his hand closer to my asshole and began rubbing the delicate tissue. It felt strange, almost like I had to use the bathroom, and I resisted and tried to pull away. Dom kept rubbing and strangely, after a while, it felt good. I began grinding my hips against his hand as he gently pushed into my ass with one finger, and then two. Dom took his hand away and then got on his knees behind me, pushing at my asshole with something much larger and warm. When I realized it was his cock, I gasped. Surely this was going to hurt!
     
    As he pressed into me, Dom steadied himself with a hand on my hip. The pressure felt really uncomfortable, even though he was being gentle, and it was a relief when the head of his cock slowly popped in. Dom groaned and slid the rest of the way into my ass, making me feel incredibly full and stretched. He stayed all of the way inside me for a moment and arched his back before he started to thrust in and out. While the sensation had been pleasurable, the thrusting was so intense that I felt my muscles begin to strain. Instinctively, I reached down and started rubbing at my clit. It felt so good and the extra lube made me slipperier than ever. Using my hand to form a fist I rubbed my knuckles against myself and moaned, grinding my hips back into Dom’s massive erection. He grunted and thrust harder, digging his fingers into the soft flesh of my hips. The pleasure was so intense that I thought I would explode, and I came hard, crying and wailing as my muscles clenched and shook. Dom yelped and slammed into me, his seed gushing into my asshole.
     
    I woke up in a hot sweat, with my hand slipped down the front of my cotton panties. My heart was pounding and it took me a few seconds to realize that I was safe in my room, not with Dom, and that I was Michelle again, not Stephanie. The whole dream was incredibly embarrassing, but I couldn’t deny how much it had turned me on. Even as I lay in the dark, I couldn’t stop blushing and thinking of Dom fingering me and licking me the way he touched Stephanie, in my dream.
     
    I couldn’t face Dom for weeks after I had that dream; one look was all it took to bring me right back. Thinking of the things we did together made me feel so disgusted, but also so incredibly turned on at the same time. That was the beginning of when I really started lusting after him, and it made our later encounter so much more damning.
     
    The movie ended and I found myself sitting with a cold tub of popcorn in my lap, staring off into space. Between my legs was warm and damp; thinking about that dream had really stirred me up. In embarrassment, I looked around and was thankful to see that no one had come into the movie late. I was still alone.
     
    Wiping my damp palms on my jeans, I got up and headed home. It was dark outside, and I walked a little more quickly than I had to the theater. I felt like the world’s grossest step-sister; I’d basically daydreamed about anal sex with Dom through the entire three-hour movie. Ugh. And to make matters worse, that dream practically ruined 6 months of my life. I couldn’t face Dom, but I couldn’t face Stephanie either. And that semester, she was in my English class. The teacher gave us a group project and I flunked it because I couldn’t stand the idea of hanging out with her and working together. It was the only ‘F’ I ever got in high school.
     
    When I reached the house, all of the lights were off inside. I wondered if Dom had gone out and left me all alone; it would be typical of him to do. I could easily see him forgetting that