Rubbing the heel of my palm over her pussy, I switch between tugging, rolling, and twisting her nipples. Between teasing her clit and playing with her nipples, I kick her senses into overdrive. She’s a whimpering, shaking mess. Almost there.I can sense her surrender. Thank fuck, because I am on the brink of losing my control.
I drive two thick digits inside of her, and her fingers press down on the keyboard, fucking up. She jolts, the jarring sound making her realize what she did.
She whips her head to me, eyes huge and glassy.
I smirk. “Oh, baby girl, you played so well.”
I push her up and pull the lid closed. Backing her into the piano, her palms land on the surface, her head dropping as if she lacks the energy to keep it up.
Dahlia is a natural submissive, and the beast inside of me rattles to possess her, mark her from the inside out.
He’ll get his chance. Tonight, she’ll be thoroughly claimed.
Her dress falls, and she remains in just her red lace thong and those fuck me heels.
I take a step back, enjoying the sight of pure perfection—feminine grace and sensual curves.
I pluck my phone out, wanting to capture this erotic moment.
She’s too dazed to even realize I snatched a pic. I want an entire collection. A collage of her to decorate my bedroom walls.
Fisting my hand in her long hair, I tug her head back while the other grips her ass cheek, showing off the dominance that will ensue.
Her glazed over eyes find mine. Her pupils are blown up as if she is drugged—on me. What a potent aphrodisiac.
I slam my mouth onto hers, my tongue devouring her mouth revealing my desperate need.
The sweetest agony fuses with inflaming desire. Not coming is an act of sheer will. Keeping my lust in check gets more impossible with each second. My cock aches, hardening to the point of pain. I will die if I don’t get inside her.
When I pull back, she looks even more dazed, barely holding herself upright.
“Stretch out your arms, palms on the piano and arch your back,” I demand, breathing harshly.
I sit down, settling myself between her thighs. The exquisite view makes me even harder—a pole of steel ready to pierce heaven.
Her pussy lips glisten, enticing me to taste her. Saliva gathers in my mouth, and I need to sate my insatiable thirst. I swipe my thumb over her slit to collect her wetness and bring it to my lips, groaning around the digit. She’s sweet, tasting like my undoing. My slice of paradise while I simmer in hell.
As I eat her out, she shifts on her toes, her breathing becoming more labored.
My cock is so hard, I might break her. My entire body strains with a ferocious lust that threatens to make me snap.
“Don’t come. Don’t fucking come until I tell you to,” I grit out.
“But… I,” she breathes out. Blinking at me, a plea etches in her eyes.
It does things to me as she tries to hold on to the impossible. My brave girl. My perfect woman. Carnal. Sensual. Mesmerizing.
“Hold it. Trust me,” I groan, barely controlling my need to sheath myself in her hot core and relieve the pressure threatening to blow me up.
“You’re killing me. I’m going to die and it’s because of you,” she whines, her skin coated with a sheen of sweat.
I smile against her pussy, lapping at her pink lips to sweeten the deal, but I only make it worse for her. One tremor follows the other, making her body dance for me.
Standing up, I bend over her, my slacks rubbing against her sensitive skin, prompting her to hiss. Wrapping my hand around her neck, I brush my lips against her shoulder blade softly, in contrast to the three fingers pistoning her pussy. Again andfucking again until she’s a trembling, crying mess. The most divine squelching sounds hit my ears, pumping me up.
Tears stream down her flushed face, and I lick her cheeks clean. Seeing her cry for me almost makes me come on the fucking spot.
Her voice is barely a murmur, begging me. “Please, please, Mika.”
