The Lawyer: Gave Me Sex Love Taste

“I knew you’d like that.”

With my back smashing into the paint and texture, I lifted my hips, meeting him, pushing him in and out of me.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Kendall.” He gave me his entire finger, twisting his wrist. “If you keep this up, I might have to finger-fuck your ass every time.”

I wouldn’t stop him.

The feeling was one I couldn’t get enough of. The combination a fullness that I’d never thought I’d enjoy, but one that was so satisfying.

“You just got wetter.”

He was rotating, driving into me, that friction returning like it had never left.

“You’re going to make me come again.”

A grin moved across those handsome lips right before he chewed on one of mine, releasing it to say, “And you thought I couldn’t give you a third one.”

“Come with me.”

“And stop this feeling?” He added another finger, earning himself a moan. “This tightness? This fucking dripping wetness?” He stopped speaking to growl. “Not a chance.”

I cupped his face to hold on, loving the shadow and the way it felt against my lips. “Please, Dominick,” I breathed. “Please.”

He aimed upward, the rough hairs scraping my clit, causing a burst of tingles to fly through me.

“Is that what you want?”

“Yes.”

“For me to fill you with my cum?”

“Oh God, yes.”

“Then, fucking tell me.” His teeth gnawed on my neck. “Tell me how badly you want me to fucking come.”

I moved my hands to his neck and pressed my shoulders into the wall, using both to lift myself up and rock over his dick. “Baby!” The sensations were building, especially as he increased his speed, giving me every beautiful inch of his perfect cock. “I need you-all of you.” As the feeling intensified, my nails dug into him, my heels pushed into his ass, as I craved more of those fierce, hard strokes. “Dominick,” I begged. “Give it to me.”

My orgasm was within reach. I couldn’t hold it off any longer, not with what he was doing to my ass, my clit, my whole body.

“Your cunt is squeezing me.” His head leaned back, exposing his throat, that sexy Adam’s apple that bobbed with each breath. “You feel so fucking good.”

“Ahhh!” As I shattered, the feelings bursting through me, I bucked against his dick.

It only took a few more pumps before I felt the change in him. His jabs turned sharper, his grunts filling my ears.

“Oh fuck.” His mouth was finally on mine again. “You want my cum, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“You want me to blow my load in that sweet fucking pussy?”

I shivered as the orgasm closed in around me, pulling me into that lost land. “Yes, Dominick.” I sucked in more air. “Yes!”

“You’re even milking my fucking finger.”

The tone of his voice told me he was there, rearing up. “Kendall …” His cock got even harder. “Take it, baby. Take my fucking cum.”

Shudders were collapsing through me, and I could feel the same was happening in him, but I still kept up the fast, hard pumps.

And so did he.

“Goddamn it,” he cried out.

Pulses were flowing through my navel and up my chest, eventually stilling, and that was when I released his neck and hugged him against me. He was still slamming into me, his force only now starting to die.

His lips slowly pecked mine until he was motionless.

“I think I took half the paint off the wall,” I joked, searching for my breath.

He laughed, a sound so yummy that I had to kiss him. There was a sweetness on his skin and a saltiness from the sweat.

“I know how you like it … and I didn’t hold back.”

“I didn’t want you to.”

He moved us over to the bed, sitting on the edge, holding me just as tightly. The moon let off enough light that I could see his face, knowing his eyes were on mine.

“Kendall,” he whispered, our noses brushing, our air mixing, “I love you.” His hands moved to my face, holding me with a strength that filled me with so much emotion.

This feeling was different than the orgasms I’d just had, this caused my heart to hammer away in my chest. “Oh God.”

I hadn’t been searching for him. He certainly hadn’t been looking for me. And he’d made me work so hard to bring us to this place. But we were here, and I never appreciated anything more.

“Dominick, I love you.”

THIRTY-SIX

DOMINICK

“I

f you brought me in here to yell at me, then save your breath,” Daisy said from the other side of the conference room table, her stare bouncing from Brett’s to mine.

Kendall and I had returned from Bimini last night after the studio approved the counteroffer I’d made on their settlement. Now that we were back, I had loads of work to catch up on.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

Handling Daisy was at the top of my list.

A meeting Kendall had no idea was taking place.

“There won’t be any yelling,” I said, reminding her it worked both ways. “We asked you to come in because we have a deal for you.” I decided to cut right to the chase. The less time I spent with this cunt, the better. “But you know how these things work. I do something for you; you do something for me.”

Her eyes narrowed, and she took a drink of her coffee, glaring at the lid once she set it down, as though the contents disappointed her. “You really think you know me, don’t you, Dominick?”

I laughed.

I couldn’t help myself.

There was so much bullshit sitting across from me that I could fucking smell it.

I ground my teeth together. “We both know there’s only one reason you’re here, Daisy.”