The Lawyer: Gave Me Sex Love Taste

“No?” His lips parted as he looked at me, a hunger taking over his face, more animalistic than it had been earlier. “Isn’t that why you went to the restroom … so I would follow you?”

I laughed instead of answering, and he gripped me tighter.

“Should I punish you for all this teasing and for leaving me with your friend?”

“You wouldn’t do that.”

He cupped my chin. “You don’t know me at all.”

Before I could utter a word, I was suddenly in the air, and he was moving me as though I weighed nothing. Seconds later, my feet were placed on the ground, my back now against the wall, his body extremely close to mine.

“Do I eat your pussy until you come on my face?” He paused, grazing his lips across my cheek. “Do I feed you my cock, having you suck me dry?”

I was no longer breathing.

My heart was pounding through my chest.

Wetness was forming between my legs.

My lips opened automatically as his neared, waiting for him to kiss me.

“Maybe I should make the decision for you.” His hands moved to my neck, tilting my head back, aiming my mouth toward his. “First, I need to know if you’re under any obligation to return to your costars, or can I take you out of here?”

My quick wit was gone.

So was my plan of playing hard to get even though I’d told myself I wasn’t going to fall for his fingers, no matter how close they got to me.

But, damn it, here I was, completely hypnotized, his presence making it impossible for me to think straight.

Do I have to return to the girls?

I tried recalling the email the studio had sent this morning as a follow-up for tonight. “No.”

I hadn’t even finished speaking, and I was already in his arms again. This time tossed over his shoulder, my dangling arms hitting the backs of his knees, my legs bouncing against his chest, his hand holding my butt steady as he carried me through the door that was only a few steps away and into an SUV that was parked outside. We were in the backseat, a driver in the front.

Once the car started moving, Dominick’s lips went to my ear, and he growled, “Give me your mouth.”

Nothing sounded better in that moment.

I tore at his belt buckle, loosening it enough that I could unbutton his pants and lower his zipper, slipping his cock through the hole of his boxer briefs.

The driver turned up the music just when his tip entered my mouth, a moan releasing in my throat as I sucked on the end.

He gripped my hair like he was holding the end of a rope and guided me up and down his long, thick shaft. I reached inside his boxers again to cup his balls, tickling them as I flicked my tongue over his crown. Even Dominick’s skin tasted delicious. And while I used my free hand to pump his base, making sure all of him was covered, I bobbed as deeply as I could go.

His breathing was only loud enough for me to hear, but each exhale caused a tingle inside me. So did the way he urged his hips forward and rocked them back, fisting my hair, showing me how much he was enjoying this.

I went deeper, faster, squeezing my hand a little tighter near the bottom.

And suddenly, there was a change. His dick turned even harder, almost pulsing, his hand tightening around my locks.

“Fuck,” he hissed quietly.

In one quick thrust, his hips jerked forward, and a warmth began to fill my mouth. The thickness of his cum coated my tongue, each burst adding more to the pool.

Knowing I had done this to him-I had gotten him off this quickly, that my mouth could give him this much pleasure-was the biggest turn-on.

“Goddamn it, Kendall.”

When our movements stopped and I was sure he was finished, I swallowed him in one gulp.

He held my cheek as I wiped him off my face, his eyes all but eating mine.

“You’re a naughty fucking girl.” He ran his finger over my lips, tugging at the bottom one. “God, I missed that mouth.”

Just as I began to smile, the driver pulled up to Dominick’s house. Before my feet even hit the ground, he was lifting me from the backseat and carrying me in his arms. He punched in a code at the front door, and we were instantly inside, where he set me on the kitchen island.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“I need to taste you.” He knelt on the floor and hiked up the bottom of my dress until it was around my waist. His face moved between my legs, his nose pressing against me since no panties were covering me. “Fuck me, you smell good.” Holding my thighs apart, he licked the length of my clit. “I’ve been dreaming about that flavor for days.” He sucked the very top of me into his mouth, flicking the front with his tongue.

“Dominick!”

I pulled at his hair, the same way he had done to mine, the sensation so overwhelming. Pleasure and passion and pressure were spreading through me, and each time I looked down, there was the top of his head buried in the most intimate part of me.

“Oh God.” I quivered, my eyes shutting, my neck falling back.

All I could do was try to breathe while his tongue completely consumed me.

When I finally learned his pattern, he would change directions, lowering to the center, rising to the highest point, giving me one of his quick, long fingers.

I was full of him.

Satisfied.

Overtaken by the sweeping movements, the way he was arching his finger inside of me.

He wasn’t just circling that ultra-sensitive section; he was using the tip of his tongue to graze across me vertically and horizontally, and then he would surround me with his lips and suck.

“Oh fuck,” I moaned.

My knees bent, the heels falling from my feet so my toes rounded over the edge of the counter. My hands were flat behind me, and I leaned into his mouth. Each lick was hard, fast, and my hips thrust forward to meet him, every shift causing the shadow on his cheeks to scrape my inner thighs, only adding to the friction.

The build was there.

Owning me.

Controlling my senses.

It moved past my navel, up my chest, and exploded in my clit.

“Dominick!”

A swirl of sensations was erupting, and that only made him lick faster.

The trembles took over my body, waves of shudders going through me, each one bringing more heat, more ricochets of pleasure.