Two Can Play (Celeste and Dominic) novel Chapter 265

Chapter 265

She cried out, her hips bucking against my face, her hands fisting in the sheets. Nicked her slowly, deliberately, savoring every drop of her, my tongue circling her clit before sucking it gently into my mouth. She tasted like heaven, like honey and salt and something uniquely her, and I could not get enough. I slid two fingers inside her, feeling her walls clench around them, feeling the heat of her core, and I pumped them in and out while my tongue worked her clit, building à rhythm that made her moan and writhe beneath me.

“Dominic,” she gasped, her voice broken and desperate. “I am going to cum. Please do not stop. Please.”

I doubled my efforts, my tongue flicking against her clit, my fingers curling inside her, searching for that spot that would send her over the edge. I found it, a rough patch of flesh that made her cry out when I pressed against it, and I focused my attention there, my fingers hitting it with every thrust, my tongue never stopping its assault on her clit.

She came with a scream, her body arching off the bed, her pussy clenching around my fingers, a rush of liquid flooding my hand. I kept licking, kept sucking, riding her through her orgasm until she collapsed against the mattress, panting and trembling, her thighs shaking around my head.

I crawled up her body, my cock aching, the tip already slick with pre-cum. I positioned myself between her legs, the head of my cock pressing against her entrance, and I looked into her eyes. “I love you, Celeste. I love you more than I have ever loved anything in my life.”

“I love you too, Dominic.” She reached up and cupped my face. “I love you too.”

I pushed into her, the head of my cock stretching her tight entrance, and she gasped, her nails digging into my shoulders. I kept going, inch by inch, until I was fully buried inside her, her pussy gripping me like a fist, warm and wet and perfect. I gave her a moment to adjust, my forehead resting against hers, my breath mingling with hers.

“You feel incredible,” I whispered. “You feel like home.”

“Show me,” she said, her voice low and urgent. “Show me how much you love me.”

I began to move, slow at first, long deep strokes that dragged against her walls, hitting places that made her eyes roll back, her mouth falling open in a silent moan. I built a rhythm, my hips slapping against hers, my cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy, the sound of our bodies coming together loud and obscene in the quiet room. Her arms wrapped around my back, her nails digging into my flesh, leaving marks I would wear proudly tomorrow. Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me deeper with every thrust, and I buried my face in her neck, sucking and biting, leaving my own marks on her skin.

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