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He smirks, tearing off his suit jacket. “Doing what youshouldbe doing. Getting naked.”
“Is that an order, sir?” I ask.
His hand pauses on his button, then he suddenly wrenches at his shirt. Buttons pop and go flying. He tosses the fabric aside,revealing his sculpted torso, broad chest, and the hard ridges of his abs.
“You’re damn right it’s an order,” he growls.
I sit up so that I can pull my dress over my head. Then I wriggle out of my tights. By the time I’m unclasping my bra, Dom is already naked. His manhood is huge, a big dollop of precome glistening at the tip. He’s rock hard, head almost pointing directly up. Veins press against his shaft, evidence of how badly he wants, needs me.
When my breasts spill free, he dives on me, burying his face in my cleavage, kissing, biting softly. He finds one nipple and sucks it hard, while gently twisting the other between his forefinger and thumb.
“I’ve wanted to do this all night,” he groans. “Fuck, the way you moan… you’ve been on the edge since the limo, haven’t you?” When I don’t reply for a beat, he bites my nipple harder.“Haven’t you?”
“Yes, sir,” I admit, whimpering.
“Then you’d better come for me.”
He kisses down my body. I lie on my back as he reaches my underwear. He pulls them off roughly, then presses onto my legs, on either side of my sex. I sit up on my elbows so I can see the lust on his face. He’s staring at me in awe, in hunger like I’ve never seen before.
“What a perfect pussy,” he groans.
I laugh, rolling my eyes.
“What’s so funny?” he demands.
“Aperfect pussy. What does that even mean?”
He pushes his thumbs against my clit, rubbing from side to side. “It means your tunnel is winking at me, pink and fuckingdrenched. Your folds are thick, juicy, and ready. It means this pussy belongs to you, Songbird, and that alone is enough to make it perfect.”
He presses his face against my sex and flicks his tongue over my clit. At the same time, he slips two fingers inside of me and finds a tempo that drives me wild. The best part is how he snarls as he licks me, like he’s getting as much pleasure from this as I am.
All the pent-up pressure gathers into a ball and then erupts.
The orgasm tears through me, owning me, dominating me, making it impossible to think of anything else.
CHAPTER 16
DOMINIC
Ilap up her juices as she creams for me. Her walls flutter around my fingers gloriously, as if her curvy body thinks I need to be convinced to fuck her raw. Her moans are music. The way her body shivers and sways, every curve alert to the pleasure, is enough to make me wild.
Once it’s over, I stand up, stroking precome up and down my cock as I stare down at her.
Her body is sublime. Her tits are perfect handfuls that just spill over my hands, perky nipples, with veins moving through her like a sign of the vivacious passion inside her. Her inner thighs gleam with my spit and her release. But the best part is her gorgeous face, her flushed cheeks, her wide eyes as if she’s saying,What are you waiting for?
“Back up a little,” I tell her, stroking my cock again. “Keep those thick fucking legs open. I need you more than I need oxygen.Fuck.”
I climb onto the bed once she’s made some room. Holding myself over her with one hand, I grip the base of my cock withthe other, my hand barely fitting around how engorged it is. I wonder if it’s going to fit inside her. She felt tight as fuck when I was fingering her.
“You need to tell me if it hurts,” I snarl, teasing her entrance with my tip.
“It won’t hurt,” she moans.
This woman…
How did I get so lucky?
I push an inch into her slit. She whimpers, high-pitched and needy, like she already wants more. I stare down in awe as my cock disappears inside her slowly. Her walls part eagerly around me, massaging me the deeper I get. When I’m all the way in, I force myself to pause, leaning back so I can look at her face.
