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I could feel it.

The narrowness of my body.

The pressure didn’t change, even as he pumped me. But what loosened was the discomfort, the tiniest hint of fervor there instead. And that grew when his fingers landed on my clit, rubbing.

“Dominick …” My nails bit into his skin.

“That feels good, doesn’t it, baby?”

Small, intimate bursts were sparking inside me.

“Yesss.”

It wasn’t the same intensity like when he was in my pussy or when his mouth was between my legs. This was subtle but definitely present. And it increased a little with every thrust, especially when his thumb stayed on my clit, but then a finger slipped inside me.

“Oh God.”

My mind was so jumbled with what was happening; my body was trying to catch up to all these unknown feelings. There was so much movement, so much back and forth; I couldn’t distinguish one part from the other.

“Goddamn it, Kendall.”

He pulled one of my nipples into his mouth, flicking the tip, and I reached into his hair and tugged.

“Fuck,” I moaned.

He was pleasuring every sensitive spot on my body.

He didn’t leave a place untouched.

And all his attention was working. The tingles in my stomach were exploding. The build was coming. I didn’t have to reach for it or search.

It was already there.

Surfacing.

Peaking.

“Dominick …”

His tongue stilled from circling my nipple. “Tell me.”

I was sure he could feel the words. He knew what they were going to be before I shouted them.

And when he bit down on that sensitive point, he knew more than a moan was going to escape.

It happened so fast.

“Fuck!” I screamed. “I’m going to come!”

His palm ground against my clit while two of his fingers thrust inside me, his teeth nipping my nipple, my ass full of his cock, the combination urging my climax.

He was fully dominating me.

And all I could do was hold on.

“You just got tighter,” he barked.

My eyes closed as the first shot barreled through me. “Ahhh!” It was paralyzing, a crushing mix of shudders and tingles. “Dominick!”

Something was clawing through me, each layer causing me to yell louder, to tremble harder. This wasn’t an orgasm I was used to. This feeling came from everywhere, in each part, in waves and gusts that refused to die, instead growing taller and heavier.

“Fucking Christ,” he moaned against my breast. “You’re going to make me come.”

Even though I was lost, I felt him go deeper, his movements rougher, more powerful.

That only heightened the sensations inside me.

He rocked his hips in a more forceful rhythm, his kisses needy and demanding. “Your fucking ass”—he gave me his tongue to suck on—“is milking me.” His pattern changed to short, intense strokes, and I finally started to come down. “Fuck!”

I watched the satisfaction spread across his face, moans releasing from his lips, a warm thickness filling me.

“Kendall.” He shuddered, his hands framing my cheeks. “My fucking Kendall.” He was falling apart, using slow, breathy sounds that I wanted to savor for the rest of my life. After several more spasms, his kisses were his only movement. “Fucking amazing.”

I hugged him against me, needing him closer. His hair tickled my chest, his whiskers a coarseness that I loved. “I never expected it to feel like that,” I breathed into the top of his head, my eyes closing. “For it to honestly feel that good.”

He lifted his face, giving me his eyes, an emotion passing through them that I hadn’t seen in him before. One that was soft and endless. “I told you …” He rested in my neck, and I cupped the back of his head, a tenderness in each of his breaths. “I’ll never hurt you.”


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