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I held her face, scanning each of her eyes. “I fought this because I knew it was going to get heavy and go against everything I believed.” I shook my head. “But I can’t fight it anymore. I can’t take the chance of losing you.” I swiped my thumb across her bottom lip, my favorite of the two. “You’re perfect. And you’re perfect for me.”
“You’re … mine.”
A smile moved across me. “In every fucking way.”
Her arms found their way around my neck, and she moved over my lap, her legs straddling me. I gripped her ass, hissing when I didn’t feel any panties and again when I felt the bump of her microphone pack.
“It’s turned off; don’t worry.” She reached into the top of her dress and moved the piece that was taped inside along with the wire and the hardware it was attached to, setting the whole device on my couch.
I held her face still. “You need to make me a promise. No more photos of you and Presley or some other dude coming out of a restroom-or anywhere for that matter.”
“Was someone a little jealous?”
I rubbed my nose over hers. “I didn’t like it.”
“At the thought of him touching me or that the world would assume the two of us were together?”
“Both.” My fingers tightened, and I felt the need to repeat myself. “You’re mine, Kendall. All mine.”
With her legs still over me, she positioned her pussy directly over my hard cock, rubbing herself back and forth across me. “This was what I wanted when I called you from the club. The side of you that goes all alpha and territorial and doesn’t want to share me with anyone.”
I cupped her ass. “How much of that side do you want right now?”
She moaned, “Every inch of it.”
I lifted her dress over her head and unclipped her bra. Now that she was naked, I held her head back, elongating her neck so I could kiss all the way down her throat, across her collarbone, stopping at her tits.
I pulled one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking the end, grazing it with my teeth.
“Oh my God, yes.”
She quivered beneath my mouth, her pussy grinding over me as though she couldn’t stop.
What I needed was to be inside her, owning the deepest part of her body.
But I was going to take my time in getting there.
I sucked away, massaging around her tit while my mouth focused on just the center. After several laps of my tongue, she got more of my teeth, giving her that small burst of pain I knew she liked.
But as much as I fucking loved her nipples, I needed to taste her.
I set her back on the couch and dragged my lips down her navel, pausing at the top of her pussy. Her inner thighs were wet, showing me how turned on she was. My nose pressed against her clit, breathing her in.
“Fuck, I missed this scent.”
Her fingers dug into my hair, her hips tilted upward, both movements urging me to lick.
But I stayed right where I was, swallowing her aroma. “Mine,” I growled.
“Yours.”
That earned her two fingers, the tips circling her until I knew she was ready, and I slipped them inside her. Her tightness immediately closed in on me.
“Ahhh. Fuck!”
“I know you like that.” I went in as far as my knuckles, turning my wrist and pulling back, her wetness coating me as I plunged in.
With each dip, her hips swayed, her breathing became louder, her hand tugged even more of my hair.
I hadn’t even licked her yet.
But it was time.
I flattened my tongue, swiping the whole length of her, spreading her wetness. At the very top of her clit, I made my tongue into a point and flicked back and forth.
“Dominick!” She trembled and rocked against me. “Yes!”
She was getting my fastest speed, every twist of my fingers, the full power of my tongue.
And I knew what it was all doing to her. I could hear it in her moans. I could feel it by the way her clit was hardening. I could taste it as her wetness thickened.
“Your mouth,” she cried. “Oh fuuuck.”
She rubbed her cunt over my face, the build so present in her body, and when I knew she had reached her peak, she began to shudder, screaming my name at the same time, each syllable drawn out. Waves of tremors shot across her stomach, and I licked and swallowed her until she stilled.
“Mmm.” When she calmed, I kissed around her pussy, slowly pulling my fingers out and licking those too. “I could do this all fucking day.”
Our eyes met.
“I might ask you to.”
I kissed up her stomach and across her tits, stopping at her mouth. “You won’t have to. It’s going to happen whether you want it or not.”
“You”-she shivered-“are everything.”
I lifted her off the couch and into my arms and carried her into my bedroom, setting her on the bed. I left her for just a moment to grab a condom from my nightstand, and when I returned to her, I dropped my sweatpants and T-shirt on the floor. While I tore off the corner of the foil packet, she surrounded my crown with her mouth.
“Goddamn it, that feels good.”
With her eyes on mine, she pumped the base of my cock with her fist, her lips wide as she took in the rest of my shaft.
“Suck it.”
And she did, like it was hers, like she couldn’t get enough of it down her fucking throat.
“Fuck yes.”
She was squeezing with the right amount of pressure, swirling her tongue over my tip and down the sides. She wasn’t just bobbing; she was closing her cheeks in around me, giving me the friction I needed.