“I should make you lick it clean.”
Oh.Fuck. My cunt gives another tight squeeze at the thought.
“Do you want that?”
“Yes,” I manage to get out.
“You love it when I use your mouth, don’t you?” When I don’t respond right away, he tightens his grip on my hair. Pain sparks over my skull, sending tingles all through my body. “Answer,” he demands firmly.
“Yes, sir.”
He hooks his hand on the back of my neck and starts to guide me down. “Eyes on me,” he says.
I shift so I’m sitting on his thighs. I brace myself, my hands flat on the carpet on either side of his hips. Then, with my gaze fixed on his blue eyes, I slide my tongue out. I do a thorough job of cleaning him. First, I clean the thick pre-cum that’s puddled in the creases of his abdomen. Then I travel my tongue over his full balls. Up his slick length. My gaze remains obediently on him as I trace over every inch, paying special attention to the places I know drive him crazy—thedark vein that climbs his length and that sensitive, blood-bruised, swollen head.
Never once do my eyes leave his face. I get to enjoy each shift in his expression. His throat bobs with a hard swallow. His jaw flexes. His pupils are blown. His fingers in my hair go tight, then lax, then tight again.
“Fuck, Dove.” His voice is as coarse as steel wool. “I can’t wait another second.”
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ENOUGH
Dorian.Now.
Enough.
Time to take what’s mine.
I pull her up by the hair. Dove gives a small yelp, but she follows as I guide her over my desk. Fuck these books. I clean the space for her, shoving them to the floor, and sit her on the edge of the desk.
Those green eyes watch me. “How are you going to fuck me?” she asks. “Hard?”
I take her face in my hand. I rub my thumb over her soft cheek. “Yes.”
“Are you going to leave bruises?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want to come inside of me?”
My throat knots itself with want. I can barely croak out: “Yes.”
“Do it.” She nestles in close. We’re both feral for each other—animals—but there’s something intimatein her voice. Something sweet that turns all my focus to her, like rope twisting tight. “Take me,” she says. “Don’t hold back. I want you to lose control. I trust you.”
I trust you.
My world spins.
She’s given me permission. Permission to lose control.
I trust you.
I lose it.
I spin Dove around. She gasps in surprise. I position her just how I want her. Her palms hit the desk. I push down on the back of her neck so she bends forwards, pushing her ass up towards me. I don’t give her even a second to catch her bearings. I part her wet sex and sink myself inside of her.
My poor Dove. She’s just come and her body is so tight. So tight, so wet, somine. She cries out, her hips lifting from the desk, but I tell her, “You can take it.”
