Dom (Alliance, #3)

by S.J. Tilly

“Christ, Mama, I’m gonna fuck you, alright.”

I pull down the top of his boxers, and his dick pops free. It’s so big and thick that it audibly slaps up against his hard stomach.

“I need you to come now, Angel.” Dom turns his head toward my ear, enough for me to hear him. “It’s been a long time, and this sweet-as-candy pussy is about to suck the cum right out of me.

“I love it,” I cry. “I love your cock, you stupid bastard.”

Val rolls her hips with a whine. “It’s okay, Angel. Just pull those panties out of the way, and I’ll stuff you full of this dick.”

“For the record, I wouldn’t mind watching you drip out the cum I filled you with. I stepped out of the bathroom because I figured you’d prefer the privacy.” His voice rumbles low so only I can hear him, and I nearly choke on my mouthful of cream. A finger trails down the side of my neck. “You just let me know if you want me to stay and watch next time.” I force myself to swallow, then hold the cloth napkin over my mouth. “Jesus, Dominic.” He hands me my coffee. “Just being honest, Wife.” “You’re a menace,” I scoff.

“I’ll keep you forever.” Her tired fingers grip my sides. “But now you know.” “Know what?” We’re both whispering now. “That I’m not valuable.” I’m not valuable. Her words hit me with such force I can’t breathe.

Dom’s hand flexes around mine. “You could just say thank you, husband. How would you like another amazing blow job, husband?”

“I’m Dominic.” She places her palm in mine, even as I hear her psychotic husband growl. “But feel free to call me Daddy.”

He pats his palm against his bare chest while reclined on the bed. “I need you to finally do as you’re told and sit on my face.”

Nero makes a sound close to a snicker. “Circle jerk of assholes.” King snickers, too. I roll my eyes. “I can’t believe you idiots run The fucking Alliance.”

Dom settles onto his back. “Climb on top of me, Mama.”