Chapter 98 Ninety Eight
Dominic’s breathing was heavy, his chest rising and falling fast. He pulled back just enough to look at her, dark eyes flashing with hunger. “I’m not done yet, pumpkin,” he growled.
Before she could answer, his hands slid under her thighs, lifting her down from the desk. One leg he raised high, pressing it against his side, opening her completely for him. Her other leg braced against the desk as he bent her forward slightly, holding her head down, and plunged into her with brutal, deep thrusts.
“Oh… fuck!” Izzy cried out, her back arching, her fingers digging into the wood. Each thrust made her moan and gasp uncontrollably, her wetness coating him, her body trembling under his control.
“Damn…, so fucking perfect for me,” Dominic growled, his hand gripping her hip hard, keeping her still as he slammed into her. His own moans were low, guttural, desperate, matching the rhythm of her cries.
“Ah… yes… yes, Dom! Fuck me… hard!” she screamed, her voice breaking, heat rushing through her in waves.
He pushed even faster, deeper, each thrust hitting her walls with precision. “You’re mine, Isabella… all mine… You feel that? Fuck, you’re my slut…” he growled, the raw possessiveness in his voice making her shiver.
“Oh… arghh… yes! Zaddy… don’t stop… please!” she begged, hips jerking wildly with every strike, each one driving her closer to the edge.
“Fucking hell… you’re so wet… so greedy for me… take all of me, pumpkin,” he spat, thrusting harder, his moans vibrating into her back.
Her cries grew louder, almost animalistic, every inch of her body clenching around him. “I… I’m gonna… gonna cum!” she screamed, the orgasm ripping through her, body trembling, pussy milking him desperately.
Dominic didn’t stop riding her through the waves of pleasure, his own body shaking, his moans rough and deep. “Fuck… love.. your pussy for me… yes… yes… I’m gonna lose it inside you…” He growled, slamming into her with one final, punishing thrust.
She gasped, screamed, and shuddered under him, and he finally stilled for a second, catching his breath. “Fuck… you’re insane… so fucking sweet,” he murmured, still buried inside her, holding her tight as their breaths mingled, the office thick with the sound of their moans and the smell of sex.
Dominic slowly pulled back from her, his chest still heaving, sweat slicking their skin together. He cupped her cheek, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face, and leaned down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to her lips. It was slower now, warm and tender, a sharp contrast to the rough, hungry intensity just moments ago.
“You’re the best, my love,” he murmured against her lips, his voice low but full of awe. “No one… no one does this like you.”
Izzy smiled weakly, still catching her breath, heat lingering in every nerve of her body. She leaned into him for just a moment longer before he straightened, brushing his hands along her hips.
“Go clean up, get dressed,” he said, voice firm but gentle. “Before anyone comes into the office…except you want them to know you were fucked really hard. You smell of cum of my love.”
She nodded, cheeks flushed and heart still racing, watching him leave her side briefly as she grabbed her clothes. Even as she tidied herself and slipped back into her outfit, the memory of his hands and his words lingered, making her pulse spike again.
Dominic leaned against his desk, arms crossed, eyes dark and satisfied. “Don’t take too long, pumpkin,” he called, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Its work hour soon,” cleaning himself clean with a wipe.
Izzy couldn’t help the small, excited shiver that ran through her.
Izzy finished tidying herself, brushing a few stray strands of hair from her face and straightening her blouse. She glanced at Dominic, who was leaning casually against his desk, his dark eyes tracking her every move.
“Hey my love I have a very good idea?” he muttered
She raised an eyebrow, curiosity mixed with nervous excitement. “Oh?”
He smirked, stepping closer, his presence overwhelming. “Don’t… put your panties back on.” His hand grazed her hip as he added softly, almost possessively, “Just in case I get hungry again before the day ends.”
Izzy felt heat rush through her at his words, her pulse skipping a beat. Her lips parted in a breathless laugh. “You’re insane,” she whispered, shaking her head, but the thrill in her chest made her cheeks flush.
Dominic’s smirk deepened, dark and satisfied. “For you, pumpkin.”
She bit her lip, giving him one last glance before stepping toward the door, feeling the delicious tension of his words linger between them. Every step was charged, her body still buzzing from the memory of him, knowing full well that the office wasn’t the only place he could make her melt.
As she reached the door, he called softly, “If you're hungry just call me.”
Izzy turned briefly, a mischievous smile tugging at her lips, before closing the door behind her, her heart racing and her body still aching with desire.
Izzy took a deep breath as she stepped out of Dominic’s office, still feeling the heat of what had just happened. Her heart was racing, and her legs felt a little weak, but she straightened her shoulders and tried to look calm.
Her colleagues started trickling into the office one by one. The hum of conversations, typing, and ringing phones slowly filled the space. Izzy grabbed a notebook and a pen from her desk, trying to focus on work, but her mind kept wandering back to Dominic’s dark eyes and teasing words.
“Morning, Izzy,” one of her coworkers said cheerfully as they passed by. She smiled politely, giving a quiet nod. “Morning,” she replied, her voice soft, careful not to let anyone hear the tension still in her.
Another colleague walked past, asking about the weekend. Izzy shrugged and said casually, “It was fine,” though her pulse quickened at the memory of her morning with Dominic.
She sank into her chair, opening her laptop and pretending to focus on emails. Every little sound in the office made her jump slightly, her thoughts flicking back to Dominic’s smirk and the way he’d told her not to put her panties back on.
Even as the office filled with coworkers, Izzy felt a private, secret thrill. She had to keep her composure, but inside, she was still burning from him, her body remembering every touch and kiss.
She typed a few emails slowly, her hand shaking slightly as she tried to act normal, but every glance at her phone made her heart skip. She knew he could text at any moment, reminding her that he wasn’t done with her yet.
The day had just started, and already Izzy felt like she was walking on a deliciously thin line between not getting caught and enjoying this new relationship.