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

I get high from what is happening.  It's as if every dose of it makes me even more dependent on it. I feel a wave of heat cover my head, everything in the lower abdomen is stretched to the limit, and then there is an explosion. I shout his name, scratch his shoulders, and feel myself shrink around him. I squeeze it.

Orgasm still does not let me go. I don't even immediately realize how I find myself on my knees. As my head appears on the couch and my ass is raised.

The body is still trembling, everything is floating before the eyes.

I make a loud moan when Artem enters me from behind. Rough. Tough. Yes, as he loves.

My moans become hoarse. Pupils dilated as if I were under something ... Although why under something? I'm under it. It is like a dose of the most dangerous drug. Getting into the blood produces eternal dependence.

My fingernails dig into the upholstery of the sofa, scratching it. And I'm crazy about feeling it in me.

Heavy breathing. Moan. It all doesn't seem to be happening to me.

I came to him myself. I jumped into this abyss, and I wish it would never end. I want a man I'm afraid of. I want a man I've always hated. Am I crazy? Maybe. But is it possible to control what is unmanageable? Feelings, emotions, desires?

He winds my hair on his fist, makes me shake my head so that our eyes meet ... And then he stares at me with his lips. Greedily. Authoritatively. And I get a new orgasm. From this crazy kiss. From the fact that he is still in me and does not even stop. From the fact that I'm high from all this ...

My head is spinning. His tongue greedily studies my mouth, and I get perverted pleasure from everything that happens.

I don't want to think what will happen next. I do not want to waste a second of our time. I know that he will then turn into a cold bastard again, who will continue to bend me under him. But it will be later, not now. Not at this second.

I greedily dig into his lips. I inhale its scent. I try it to taste.

"Bitch", his fingers move to my neck. Do not squeeze, do not cause pain. Just caress. He breaks the kiss and growls some words in my lips. I can't figure it all out. I hear only fragments, "you're not even afraid."

I breathe ragged, drowning in his eyes. My skin burns from his touch, and his fingers still stroke my neck. The jolts inside me are accelerating. Become devastating.

I feel it increase in me. Artem growls into my lips, squeezing my neck with his fingers.

I feel like his cum burns me from the inside ...

It's hard for me to catch my breath. It is difficult, almost impossible, to return to this reality.

How I would like to get stuck in this moment. Feeling I was needed. Just necessary. There were no worries or fears. One pure pleasure.

"How are you?". Artem gently lifts me to get up himself and then puts me back on the couch.

"All right", I say, confused. I don't know at all what they say in such cases, "thank you ..."

And I relax. The body becomes weightless. It's like I'm flying into the clouds, but at the same time, I don't let myself fall asleep. NOT here. After all, we are in his office.

"Don't sleep", his voice is heard far away.

For some reason, I am upset that Klimov has simply withdrawn. Took and left. It's so annoying that tears come to my eyes, but just at that moment I hear the sound of footsteps. Artem is coming here, and if I pay right now, I will make an unforgivable mistake. First of all for myself.

I have already prepared, and I am waiting for some rudeness or another languidly cold phrase to come to me, but instead I hear the unexpected:

"I let Alexander go", I'm afraid to ask what that means, while I don't dare to make any bold assumptions. "I'll take you home myself."

I just can't believe that Klimov himself says that. After he shouted at me half a day ago ?! Do I have hallucinations now?

Apparently, all my emotions and surprise are depicted on my face, because my man is sincerely laughing. It suits him very well. It is as if he is twenty years younger when he allows himself to be sincere. And I want to forever engrave it in my memory just like that. In general, to freeze at this moment, because it is unlikely that anything better will happen in my life in the near future.