Two Can Play (Celeste and Dominic) novel Chapter 117

Chapter 117

Dominic reached out and gripped my hair, his fingers tangling in the strands, and he moaned. Loud. He let out a deep guttural moan that I felt in my bones, that vibrated through my mouth, through my chest.

Julian kept knocking, kept kicking, kept yelling like a madman who was about to break down the door. The metal rattled with every blow, his voice hoarse and desperate.

“Celeste! Celeste, open this fucking door!”

I ignored him. I kept sucking Dominic’s cock, taking all of him, my nose pressing against his pubic bone, my throat stretched around his girth. I held him there, deep in my throat, and swallowed around him.

Dominic let out another moan, his grip on my hair tightening, his hips bucking slightly.

Then he pulled me off his cock. A string of saliva connected my lips to the head, stretching and breaking as he guided me to turn around.

“Give me your back side,” he said, his voice thick with desire.

I obeyed. I turned around, my ass facing him, and I got on my hands and knees, sticking my ass up, presenting myself to him. I looked back over my shoulder and watched him position himself behind me, his cock aimed at my pussy, the head slick and ready.

He slammed into me.

I cried out, a sharp sound of surprise and pleasure, as his cock buried itself inside me. He did not wait, did not give me time to adjust. He began to fuck me hard, his hips slapping against my ass, his cock pounding into my pussy without stopping.

I gripped the sheets with both hands, my knuckles white, my mouth open, my moans filling the room. He fucked me like an animal, hard and fast and deep, his balls slapping against my clit with every thrust, the sound of our bodies coming together wet and loud.

“Yes,” I panted. “Fuck, yes.”

His hands gripped my hips, pulling me back onto his cock with every thrust, and I pushed back to meet him, taking him deeper, wanting more, needing more. His breathing was ragged, his moans low and guttural, and I could feel myself getting close again, the pressure building, the heat spreading.

My wetness dripped down my thighs, and I could hear Julian still yelling, still banging, but his voice sounded far away, like he was at the bottom of a well and I was at the top, floating.

“I am going to cum,” Dominic growled, his voice strained, his grip on my hips bruising.

“Cum inside me,” I gasped. “Cum inside my pussy.”

He drove into me one last time, deep and hard, and I felt it. I felt his cock twitch inside me, felt the warmth of his cum flooding my pussy, felt the vibration of his body as he came, his moan low and prolonged, his breathing hard and ragged. He kept thrusting, riding out his orgasm, his cum leaking out

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of me, dripping down my thighs.

Then he stopped.

We stayed there for a moment, panting, sweaty, connected. He pulled out slowly, his cock sliding out of my pussy, and I felt the emptiness, the loss, the warm trickle of his cum running down my leg.

I heard him on the phone, his voice sharp and commanding. “Come get these idiots off my property.”

Still panting, still trying to catch my breath, I turned and looked at the door.

Julian had stopped shouting. He stood there on the other side of the opening, staring at me, his chest heaving, his eyes red, his face a mask of fury and pain. He did not say anything anymore. He just stood there, fuming, the anger burning in his eyes, his hands pressed flat against the door.

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