Chapter 97 Ninety Seven
He kissed her.
deep and hungry, like he’d run out of patience and restraint all at once. His mouth claimed hers, lips moving with urgency, devouring every breath, every soft sound she made. It wasn’t gentle, it was needed. Weeks of hunger poured into one kiss.
Izzy gasped into his mouth, fingers tightening in his shirt as he pulled her closer, like he was afraid of any space between them. His kiss was demanding, relentless, stealing her breath and giving it back in uneven bursts. She could feel it… how much he wanted her, how much he’d missed her.
He kissed her like he was trying to say everything he’d failed to put into words.
Sorry for nothing knowing better. I want you.
When he finally broke the kiss, it was only to rest his forehead against hers, both of them breathing hard. His thumb brushed her cheek, slower now, grounding
Tell me what you want, my pumpkin,” he whispered, his warm breath brushing against her face. His fingers trailed slowly down her thigh, teasing closer and closer until they finally glided over her slick, waiting folds.
Izzy’s breath hitched, her voice trembling with need. “Make me cum… please,” she whispered, desperate and trembling.
Dominic’s eyes darkened, filled with hunger. “Your wish is my command,” he murmured, his hand brushing her waist. “Sit on the desk. I want to see you… that perfect sweet pussy of yours.”
Her pulse raced as she obeyed, perched on the edge of his desk. The wood was cool under her thighs, her heart hammering in anticipation. She watched him, feeling the raw intensity in his gaze
Izzy’s pulse spiked, heat pooling low in her belly as she perched on the edge of the desk. Dominic stood in front of her, eyes dark, full of raw hunger.
“Spread those legs for me, pumpkin,” he growled, his voice low and commanding, making her shiver.
Her hands gripped the edge of the desk, and with a small, shaky breath, she obeyed, letting her thighs part slowly. The air against her wetness made her gasp, her body aching under his gaze.
Dominic’s eyes roamed over her, taking in every curve, every glistening inch of her skin. “That’s it… just like that,” he murmured, stepping closer, his fingers brushing over her inner thigh, teasing, testing, making her shiver uncontrollably.
Her chest rose and fell, breath catching as she felt his heat just inches from her, knowing what he was about to do. “Please… Zaddy…” she whispered, voice trembling.
His lips curved into a dark, possessive smile. “Oh, easy, pumpkin. I’ll make you scream my name.”
Dominic’s mouth moved over her, hot and urgent. His tongue slowly traced a line from her wet entrance up to her clit, teasing and licking with careful, deliberate strokes.
Izzy gasped, her hips moving on their own, pressing into him.
He groaned low, muffled against her skin, like a man who hadn’t tasted her in years. His hands held her thighs, keeping her open for him as he devoured her, every lick making her shiver and whimper.
“Fuck… yes…” she moaned, her fingers clutching the edge of the desk, body trembling with need.
Dominic growled against her, pressing his mouth harder and faster, claiming her completely, making her melt under him.
Dominic’s tongue worked her over slowly at first, teasing the sensitive skin, tracing every curve. Izzy gasped sharply, her back arching as her hands gripped the desk edge.
“Mmm… oh… yes…” she moaned, her voice shaky and breathless. Her thighs trembled, pressing into his mouth without meaning to.
He groaned low, licking and flicking her clit with precision, his hands spreading her thighs wider. Every stroke made her whimper louder, her hips lifting slightly on instinct.
“Ahhh… yes… right there…” she cried, her fingers digging into the desk as heat coursed through her body.
Dominic’s mouth was relentless, sucking her clit softly, then harder, teasing, licking, tasting her wetness. “So fucking good… so wet for me…” he murmured against her skin, his voice husky.
Izzy’s moans grew louder, broken gasps filling the office. “Fuck … yes … oh… don’t stop… please… ohhh…”
He didn’t stop. His tongue drove her closer, she could feel her orgasm curling inside her, pressing at the spot that made her knees weaken. She shivered, trembling, unable to hold back her pleasure.
“Fuck… I’m… ohhh… Zaddy… I’m gonna—” she cried, her body tensing, trembling, every nerve alight.
Dominic groaned, sucking her clit one last time, and she shuddered violently, her orgasm ripping through her, her body clamping around his mouth. Her moans were loud and broken, raw with need.
He held her gently as she rode out the waves, his tongue still flicking lightly at her, tasting every drop, until she was shaking and gasping for air.
“You taste perfect…” he whispered, lifting his head, lips glistening with her wetness, his dark eyes burning with hunger and need.
Her chest heaved, mind fuzzy, body still trembling, completely undone by him.
Dominic’s dark eyes locked on hers, his voice low and rough. “We don’t have all day, pumpkin… I don’t think I can be patient anymore. I need to feel my cock inside you now.”
Before she could respond, his hands gripped her hips and thighs, steadying her as he yanked his pants down, freeing himself. His thick cock glistened, slick and hard, and he pressed the head against her dripping folds.
“Fuck… you’re so wet. So ready for me,” he growled, and with one brutal motion, he slammed into her.
Izzy cried out, the shock and pleasure mixing as he plunged deep.
One… two… three times, his thrusts were hard and fast, each one drawing a gasp, a moan from her lips. Her back arched instinctively, nails digging into the desk as he set a punishing, furious pace.
“Fuck… so tight, argghh.. have missed this…” Dominic growled, thrusting faster, his hands clutching her thighs, holding her open for him.
Izzy’s moans grew louder, raw and needy. “Oh… Zaddy… yes… harder… harder!” she cried, her hips bucking against him, desperate for every inch.
He moved even faster, each thrust hitting her deep, making her pussy pulse around him. Her breaths were ragged, her body shaking as he took her, brutally like he couldn’t get enough.
Her head fell back, mouth open in a cry as he slammed into her again and again, the desk creaking under them, the sound of their bodies colliding filling the office.
“Fuck… I need you to cum for me, pumpkin… let Zaddy fill your milk dripping of me,” he growled, thrusting deep, his own hips snapping into hers as her walls clenched around him.
Izzy’s scream tore through the room, her orgasm hitting violently, her pussy milking him as she trembled, her body quaking under his relentless pace.
Dominic groaned, pushing them both closer to the edge again, his own need flaring as he fucked her like he couldn’t get enough no matter how much.