Chapter 68 Sixty Eight
His hands slid down her waist, gripping and squeezing her ass with a need that bordered on possessive. He pressed her back against the wall, his body crowding hers as if trying to erase every inch of space between them.
Izzy’s body reacted instantly, softening, yielding, aching. Three weeks of distance, want, and longing melted away as she clung to him.
Dominic kissed her deeper, more urgently, his frustration and want pouring into every movement. He dragged his mouth from hers to her neck again, tracing hot, lingering kisses over the sensitive skin.
“You’re mine,” he murmured against her throat, his voice low and rough. “You know that… right?”
Izzy’s breath trembled. Her fingers tightened in his hair as she whispered back, soft but certain:
“Yes… I’m yours.”
Dominic’s lips found hers again, slow at first, exploring, tasting, claiming. Then, without warning, the kiss deepened, hungrier this time, full of the heat he had been holding back all these weeks. His hands slid up her back, pressing her tighter against him, as if trying to make up for every moment he’d been away.
Izzy moaned softly into him, her body trembling under his touch. She threaded her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer, her hips pressing instinctively against his. Every brush of his lips, every flick of his tongue, set fire through her chest and stomach, leaving her dizzy and weak.
Dominic’s eyes darkened with hunger as he stared at her, his breath hot against her ear. “Have you ever been fucked in a conference hall?” His gaze flicked down, catching the edge of her blouse just parted enough to reveal the red lace of her bra.
Izzy’s cheeks flushed crimson, heat spreading through her body at his words. She shook her head slightly, whispering, “No…”
A slow, predatory smile spread across Dominic’s face. “Good,” he murmured, his voice low and possessive. “Because you’re about to have your first experience… right here, right now.”
He pressed his body against hers, his hands slipping under her blouse to touch her breasts. His thumbs rubbed over the lace, teasing her.
Izzy gasped and pressed against him, clutching his shoulders. Heat spread through her body, pooling between her legs. She could feel her pulse racing with excitement and nerves.
Dominic’s eyes darkened, fixed on her every movement. “Show me, pumpkin, how much you missed me,” he murmured, his voice low and rough with need.
Izzy walked towards the desk pressing her back against it, and spread her legs on the desk. Her hand slid down slowly lifting her skirt, feeling the heat pooling between her thighs. Her fingers slipped over her slick panties, touching herself as she looked directly at him.
With no hesitation, she slid her hand inside her pussy a soft moan escaped her lips.
Her gaze locked onto him as she moved her fingers in and out, letting him see just how much she’d missed him.
Dominic’s breath caught, “That’s it… just like that,” he growled, his hands flexing at his sides, aching to touch her. “You’re so fucking wet for me, pumpkin… you’ve been craving this, haven’t you?”
Izzy shivered at his words, pushing her fingers deeper, fucking herself faster… her moans grew louder. She could feel him watching, wanting, and it only made her more desperate for him.
Dominic stepped closer to the desk, his eyes fixed on her glistening fingers. “You’ve become such a spoiled little thing,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing.
Izzy bit her lip, a shiver running through her. “Then… punish me,” she whispered, her tone breathy and eager. “Make me a good girl, Zaddy.”
That was all it took. In two long strides, he was in front of her, his hand gripping her wrist firmly. He leaned down, capturing her finger in his mouth, sucking all her juice gently but possessively, like he wanted to taste what belonged to him.
Suck my pussy, Zaddy,” she said… commanding, not begging. Her voice held no hesitation, no softness. It was an order.
Dominic’s eyes locked with hers for a slow, loaded second. Something dark flickered there… possession, challenge, hunger. His jaw tightened, the muscle ticking as if he were holding himself back from devouring her right where she sat.
Then, without a word, he moved.
He dropped to his knees between her thighs, the shift smooth and deliberate, like a man bowing to a throne he owned. With his finger he spread the lip of her pussy open, parting the folds slowly like a man savoring a gift he'd wait too long to unwrap.
His gaze stayed on her the whole time… cold, intense, burning… before lowering himself fully between her thighs.
Dominic’s mouth finally met her, warm and wet, his tongue sliding over her slick folds. She gasped, leaning back, fingers tangling in his hair, holding him close.
He licked slowly at first, savoring her taste, then faster, harder, teasing her clit with gentle flicks of his tongue. She moaned loudly, hips pressing into his face, wanting more.
“Oh… suck me deeper, Zaddy,” she moaned, her voice trembling as her hand clenched the edge of the desk.
Dominic groaned and lowered himself between her legs, his tongue pushing deep into her pussy. He moved like he couldn’t get enough.
“Fuck,” Izzy moaned, arching her back. “More… don’t stop.”
He groaned into her, the vibration making her pussy tighten. He slid two fingers inside, curling them just right, while his tongue circled her clit, sucking, flicking owing.
“Oh..Dominic,” she whispered trembling. Her hand gripped the edge of the desk for balance, for sanity.
His spit coated her pussy, mixing with her wetness. He licked it up, messy and eager, as if he couldn’t get enough.
His fingers moved in and out of her pussy, fucking her fast. Wet, loud, and Relentless.
Izzy's breasts heaved, nipples hard and arching begging to be sucked.
Like he could read her mind Dominic's hand slid up cupping her breast through her soft top, squeezing…. Claiming while his mouth kept
fucking her crazy.