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

His fingers slid down my bare back, and I held my breath. Every time I react to it even more vividly. Every time, it seems that this man is my personal sort of unrealistic pleasure, and I can not deny myself a new dose.

"I was promised dessert", his hoarse voice sounds over my ear, and I smile.

"Dessert still needs to be earned."

I don't know where it comes from. Why I want to tease him, but I like to play with him. Flirt. I like the way he smiles and keeps pulling my dress off.

"I'm used to taking my own, so there will be problems with "earned"."

The dress falls at my feet in a black cloud, Artem slides his fingers over my naked body. Yes, I did not wear underwear, and now I see that it was not in vain. The man stops on my chest and slowly circles my nipples, which makes my body tingle.

"So you're trying on the role of a bad girl?". His teeth close on the earlobe, and I moan slightly from the way the lower abdomen shoots a flash of pleasure.

"You do not like?". I speak softly, and I do not recognize my voice.

What made him think that? That I didn't wear underwear? That I flirted with him and lured him into the house? Or all this together?

His hand slides higher, to my neck ... And after one sharp movement, and I am already facing him, his fingers are squeezing my neck, and our eyes meet. He likes. I can see it in his eyes. I can see by the fire that burns in them.

"Are you sure you want to play with me?"

I want you. But something tells me that just so you do not get your hands on it. And if you need to play with you for the desired result, then I'm ready. And spit on how it will all end.

"Are you sure you want to chat?"

I squeeze my fingers on his tie, pull him on me, and the man gives in. Leans. Gives me the opportunity to slide my tongue over his mouth. I move closer, slide sharp nipples on the fabric of his shirt. And then I whisper in his lips:

"I want to moan your name before I lose my voice."

"Bitch."

His fingers tighten on my neck. He purses his lips on me with such force that if he hadn't held me, I would have fallen.

When his tongue bursts into my mouth, I let out a loud moan. The blood begins to boil in the veins. I greedily respond to him with this wild kiss. I cling to his hair with my fingers, moan, growl, lose my mind ...

I take off in the air and in a moment I am put on the table. My legs hug him. I feel him squeezing into me with an aroused member. Even through the fabric of the clothes, I feel how big and hot it is. And from this the heart begins to beat only harder.

He breaks the kiss. As fast as it started.

His tongue slides down my neck, forcing me to throw my head back. Fire spreads through the veins instead of blood. I'm all as if ignited by his touch.

Klimov slides lower, runs his tongue around my nipple and makes me moan his name out loud. But he does not stop. His tongue runs from the chest to the navel. The body trembles with such caress. But my eyes open to unreal dimensions as it continues to fall lower.

His fingers squeeze my knees and lift them up sharply, and then spread wide. I'm out of breath. The heart beats against the ribs.

"What ... what are you doing?"