Dominate me by Julia Romush (most read books txt) 📖

His lips on my nipple change teeth, and I dig my nails into his skin. I want him not to stop. I leave marks on it. I enjoy this moment.

The moans get louder. It is already so wet between my thighs that I will soon beg him to enter me. I want him. I want so much that I lose my head ...

He breaks the kiss. At the moment. And I'm ready to suffocate from the fact that they took away what I wanted.

I'm crazy about how close he is in my hands, and at the same time, I'm crazy about the fact that I'm still in his power. In any situation. No matter how much he let me, no matter how much he let me think I was behind the wheel. He is always the main one.

I look into his eyes and tone in these whirlpools. I even hold my breath.

He looks as if he wants to devour. All. No residue and I'm just happy.

"Artem", I say his name in a hoarse voice. I get excited about how it sounds. But the greatest thrill is to see his eyes light up with dangerous fire when I moan the last letter in the word.

I run my tongue over my parched lips and, pulling his shirt sharply, tear off the last buttons from it. They just fly off to the side, and I now have access to his body. I slide my fingers over his torso. Without taking his eyes off.

I don't know how people get addicted to drugs or alcohol. I never understood what addiction is and what it might look like. I did not know that you can want a man the most in the world. But I seem to understand that now. I understand how dependent on him. How important he became to me.

He just looks. He studies me. He doesn't say a word. As if looking at how much my confidence will suffice.

But I do not intend to interrupt all this. My fingers slide lower. I grab the belt. At the same time, I look defiantly into his eyes. And it covers me. It covers so that the head begins to turn.

"You climbed into this trap yourself", his voice is so hoarse and sexy that I almost came to the finish line just from the way he said it.

I am thrown on the couch so quickly and sharply that I do not even have time to scream. He takes away my supremacy as quickly as he gave me the opportunity to believe in him. He has the levers of power again.

His hot palms slide over my body. They study me and give me pleasure. I bend in my back, bite my lower lip.

The crack of the fabric makes me open my eyes. My panties fly to the side. Now I am completely naked in front of him. Defenseless.

His fingers slide between my thighs, touching my clitoris, and a loud moan escapes my lips. The body starts tossing, I don't control anything anymore. His fingers are in me, they enter me so fast that everything in the lower abdomen seems to explode.

Artem is greedily studying my face at this moment. I feel his gaze. He studies every millimeter. My reaction. Emotions. Everything ...

But I was terribly short of all this. I really want to feel it inside me. I wish this.

"Artem ...". I say his name with all my might.

I scratch the upholstery of the sofa with my fingernails, bend over and moan. He studies every part of my body, his every move and touch drives me crazy. He brings me to the peak. A little more and I'll explode.

I remotely hear the belt buckle hit the floor. His hot breath on my chest. His tongue plays with my nipple, and his fingers ruthlessly hold me.

But I still don't have enough of all this. I want him. Not so. Not his fingers. And for him to enter me. And the man seems to be reading my thoughts. His fingers come out of me. And from this a groan of disappointment escapes my lips. In the lower abdomen, everything is tied in a tight knot. I'm ready to beg for relief.

His hands pull me off the couch as sharply and suddenly as I found myself on it. And here I am already sitting on it. His hot, throbbing cock rests against my bosom. I'm shaking with excitement.

He doesn't take me like he did last time. As if he himself again gives the opportunity to manage the situation. And I do not miss this chance. I do not waste time. I descend on his cock. Slow. His fingers squeeze my buttocks in pain when I sit on him completely. I do it again and hear his breathing increase. Artem throws his head back and I, leaning forward, slide my tongue down his neck, speeding up, trying to move faster.