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He pushes his fingers deeper, “Come for me. Come on my fingers.”
His fingers slip out and then drive back in with such a force I cry out his name, dragging my fingernails across his back. He repeats the motion, and my walls clamp around his fingers. It feels like my pulse is between my legs as my pussy grips his fingers and I do as I’m told. I come.
His fingers slip out of me, and he sinks to his knees. “That’s two.”
My body is a puddle of need, sinking deeper into the plush couch but he doesn’t relent. He’s determined to play this game until I’m begging him to stop. Hooking my legs over his shoulders, he spreads me apart and presses forward stretching me wide with his fingers. I’m so sensitive the wave starts to build the second his warm breath hits my pussy. My body jackknifes from the intense sensations pulsating every nerve when his lips wrap around my clit.
“Oh my God.” I cry out, flinging my head back and burrowing my fingers in his hair.
He buries his tongue inside me, licking and stroking my walls. His stubble lightly scratches my skin with every rotation of his head. Up and down, left, and right, he licks and sucks, strokes, and massages until I’m a vat of liquid need. My arousal spills out and he growls like a hungry animal stroking his tongue along the length of me as I rock my hips and flood his face with my release.
His hands grip the hem of my dress, ripping it upward as he trails soft kisses up my stomach, over my breast and along the nape of my neck.
“Three.” He whispers against my ear. “Should we keep counting?”
“God, yes.” I whimper. My pulse skyrocketing with every touch. Nothing about this man is gentle but the way he’s touching me elicits a docile side of me that’s more than willing to submit. He gives and gives, never once expecting to take. Almost as if my orgasms are his pleasure. “Fuck me. Please.”
I don’t have to beg twice.
He rips at the button of his pants, freeing himself. I take in the sight of his hard cock already wet at the tip with his own arousal and spread my legs, opening myself even wider for him. I’m so wet, he sinks inside of me with ease.
“Fuck.” He growls, sliding out, then driving his cock back in with one thrust until he’s buried so deep, I can feel him in parts of me no other man could ever fill.
I wrap my legs around his waist pulling him deeper into me. He’s pumping in and out in a steady rhythm until my gasps turn to moans. His fingers wrap lightly around my neck, and I cry out his name on a ragged breath.
His tempo increases, thrusting so hard my body rocks against the couch. My fingernails pierce the skin on his back as I whimper with need. He’s so hard inside of me, I can feel him everywhere. Like he’s a part of me I never knew existed. Another wave pulses through me and I let it take control. My pulse is racing, my breathing now rapid pants. I arch my back as he drives in again, hitting a spot so deep, my pussy instantly tightens around him. A flood of wetness covers his cock and runs down the inside of my thigh. I’ve never come so hard before, my mind is buzzing, and my vision blurred but he keeps thrusting, finally allowing himself to take what he needs. I gladly give it, grinding my hips into his thrust until he calls out my name and spills himself inside of me. “That's four.”
He doesn’t wait for my breathing to slow. He flips me over and drags me down to my knees, pressing my stomach against the cushions.
“Do you trust me?” When his fingers trail our mixture of hot come from my throbbing pussy along the curve of my ass, I know what part of me he’s claiming now.
“Yes.” I’m so raw but the need pulsing inside of me won’t ease. I can feel my arousal increasing at the thought of him taking every part of me. I bite my bottom lip in anticipation.
The feelings this man invokes in my body is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. I grip the cushions as the overwhelming sensations shoot through me as he slides his wet cock inside, slowly filling me inch by agonizing inch. I’ve heard the expression there’s a fine line between pleasure and pain, but I never understood it until now. He reaches around and circles his thumb against my clit. I relax into it as he seats himself as deep as he can. He rocks slow and gentle, not giving up an inch. He rubs his thumb around my clit in small circles faster and faster until he’s matching the rhythm of his rocking.
The pressure inside of me builds to such extreme I shudder as my next orgasm builds. While keeping pressure on my clit, he slips a finger inside my throbbing pussy. As wave after wave of pleasure washes over me from all angles, he pulls back and pushes in with one long stroke. The room explodes into blinding colors as I reach the height of my climax. My cum drenches his fingers as he twitches and pulses inside of me, filling me with the warmth of his own release.
“Fuck.” He draws in a deep breath. Pulling out of me, he grips my waist and lowers me to the floor in a tight embrace. “Should we go for six?”
“Not unless you’re trying to kill me.” My body is spent, there’s not an ounce of energy left in me. I’m so sensitive that even a brush of his hand would be enough to do me in.
“Time for bed.” He scopes me up. I roll my body into his chest, burying my face in the crook of his neck as he carries me to the bedroom.
Chapter 17
Dominic
I sat with Cal's coded warning all night. The only reprieve from the scenarios running through my head was when I was counting the ways I could make Callie come.
Five… Five glorious times she came undone on my fingers, my tongue, my cock. Each one more arousing than the previous one. Her moans drowning out the noise in my head, drawing my focus to her and only her. I’d do anything to keep that look of hunger and desperation on her face. Five times I claimed her. Five times I made her mine in every way possible before she succumbed to exhaustion.
When she finally opens her eyes a smile tugs at the corner of her lips. “Hi.”
“Hi.” I capture her mouth with mine. She sinks into the mattress when my body presses tighter to hers. I’ve come to relish my time with her but the buzzing at the front door is distracting. I pull back, brushing the sleep from her eyelashes, “I should get that.”
She glances over my shoulder at the alarm clock on the nightstand.
“Shit.” She bolts upright. “I forgot to tell you. Charmaine… no, Carmine…no, what was her name?” She prods.
