The Accountant

Chapter 26 The Calm Beau

She was waiting for Dominic to join her in the library. His plane had just landed and he had assured her

he will go straight home. Agitated, her mind kept running around with ideas. A full migraine attack

brewing.

What more could she do? The assassin had one goal it seemed. To bring Dominic down by killing her.

And she was his Achilles heel.

Knowing her husband-to-be, he will put her above anything first. And he would even sacrifice his life for

her. No! She won't let him and she will do whatever was necessary to keep him safe. It was her duty.

It was also her duty to keep herself and her unborn baby alive. She was Dominic's anchor. He could

never live without her. Beau was one hundred percent sure of that fact.

So what more could she do?

"Why aren't you in bed, detka?" She gasped. He's back!

"Dominic!" Ignoring his censorious voice, she ran to him and jumped in his arms. Taking a deep breath

of his masculine scent, one that never failed to soothe her. And crave him.

He caught her with a growl and held her securely. She wrapped her arms and legs around his hard

body.

Holding her firmly, he exited the library and climbed the stairs to their master bedroom. Her face buried

on his neck, she sighed deeply.

Beau loved him so much. And she was willing to do anything for him. Anything.

There was so much to do but tonight all she wanted was to be filled by him. Loved by him.

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She felt the soft mattress hit her back. Good! This was exactly what they both needed right now.

"Dominic, " she whispered and gaze up at him.

His beautiful eyes filled with lust and love. "Detka," he groaned.

"Take off your clothes." Her voice was a bit shaky, her body arching in an invitation, offering herself.

"Fuck!" His hissed. Arousal was radiating off of him and she could clearly see his hard cock outlined

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"Hmmm, yes." She moaned. Watching him undress and reveal his defined and hard muscles was really

a turn on. His arms, broad shoulders, his washboard abs, and 6 pack, and his deep V begged for her

lips. And when her brown eyes reached his thick and long cock, she opened her legs in invitation.

"Undress me." She beckoned. His gray eyes narrowed and he climbed their bed, settling in between

her spread thighs. "Dominic, please."

He didn't answer. He just took both her wrist in one of his hands and pulled them away, shoving them

above her and pinning them against the intricate leather headboard. Then his empty hand grabbed the

sleeve of her dress and jerked it down, causing the dress' top half to slip down at an angle, releasing

her ample breasts.

Cool air swirled over the mounds, brushing at the sheen of sweat coating them. It rolled over her

engorged nipples, making them tingle. Releasing her sleeve his hand covered one of her breasts, his

palm hot against her flesh as it flattened the nipple under it, his fingers squeezing hungrily. "Fuck! I'm

so hungry for you, detka."

"Oh, God! Yes. Dominic." Beau moaned in pleasure. She loved his dominance. Her whole upper torso

bowed pushing her swollen mounds into his hand and mouth.

"Fuck, baby," Dominic mumbled on her needy flesh.

Cupping the mound more firmly, he lowered his mouth to her nipple, his lips locking around it. Suckling

on the bud, he swiped his tongue back and forth while his fingers squeezed the pliant flesh.

She whimpered, her back arching higher, her body offering herself to him.

One of his hands reached between them and unceremoniously yanked her silk panties. It tore without

much resistance.

While he continued suckling and licking her nipple, his hips were shifting between her legs, his

cockhead rubbing at her sex, pressing at her slit, rubbing against her clit. As it swiped down to her

opening her hips tilted, lifting her ass off the bed in a reflexive attempt to make him enter her.

"Please," she whimpered, so needy and so eager for him to fuck her.

"Yes!" His cockhead settled at her opening her hips lifted higher, pushing her sex onto him. At the same

time, his hips dropped, pushing his entire cock into her in one forceful thrust.

Beau sobbed her pleasure. He was so deep inside her. Her fires roaring up as his thick throbbing cock

filled her pussy.

Knowing her body, her wants, he suckled firmly on her swollen nipple, he started pumping himself in

and out of her. Pulling back, he withdrew all but his cockhead from her then shot his hips forward,

driving himself back into her. Hard and fast.

After a few times, he pulled his mouth from her flesh and raised up. His stormy gray eyes hotly

surveying where they were intimately joined.

Releasing her wrists, he set his hands on the soft pillows cushioning her head. His rhythm became

smooth, his hips pistoning back and forth. His other hand remained on her breast, his fingers

squeezing and molding the plaint mound.

Whimpering, she brought her freed hands up to his shoulders, her fingers scratching on his skin,

clinging in desperation. She lay there, being thoroughly possessed. His powerful thrusts shoving her

ass down into the downy thick mattress, making her body rock. The top half of her dress was askew

and her unmolested breast rolled fluidly with her body's motion, her engorged nipple standing proud,

waiting for his attention. The bottom of her nightdress was bunched on her hips. Her calves supported

by his broad shoulders.

And the wet slapping sounds echoed up from between them as he fucked her, his cock driving in and

out of her wet pussy.

"You like my cock filling you, don't you, detka?!" Dominic growled down at her.

"Oh, God. Yes. Only you." she panted, her body trembling with the sound of his words. The repeated,

primal thrusts of his manhood so deep inside her. She supposed this was what they refer to as

pregnancy hormones. The way it was affecting her, it was making her so hot, so lustful. She loved

Dominic so much. Both his gentle and rough lovemaking. But there was something about the

roughness of their lust tonight. His harshness was so primal, his dirty language was fueling her arousal

to previously unknown heights, making her fingers claw at his shoulders.

"Yes. You look so beautiful with my cock buried so deep inside you, baby," he groaned, his cock

pounding into her, making her body shudder beneath him and her breasts bounced deliciously.

In and out he pumped himself, driving his every thick inch of his wet rod into her.

His hands went back to her breast, thumbs flicking her hard nipple, fingers squeezing, molding her

pliant flesh.

She was so close. Her orgasm on edge, ready to burst.

"Dominic, my love. So close." she whimpered his name like a prayer.emerging from the dancing

flames.

Her head was thrashing on the pillows, her hair on disarray. Eyes tightly shut from bliss.

Lifting her undulating ass, sliding her pussy onto his cock as he drove it into her.

"Such a good girl. My detka." He growled, the force of his thrusts building in response.

The realization of how her body's act behind his statement only fueled the lust rolling through her and

brought her orgasm forward. Unraveling from the depths of her soul, her fingers clutched at his

shoulders, leaving imprints and her hips lifted up faster, harder, meeting every inch of him. His swollen

cockhead was hitting her fleshy spot with precision.

"Oh, yes. I'm going to fill you, baby," he groaned, his cock driving into her again and again.

Beau cried out, her moans of bliss-filled their bedroom. The wet sounds of their mating fueling Dominic.

In and out his cock pumped, up and down her hips rocked. Her tight pussy sliding onto his manhood.

Her fingers gripped his hair, scratching his scalp. He groaned and bent to suck her nipples, one after

the other.