The Lawyer: Gave Me Sex Love Taste

And just when I sensed she was nearing that edge, I went even faster.

“Dominick!” She dragged out each syllable, turning my name into a moan, her stomach exploding in shudders. Her back arched, her clit hardened, her wetness thickened as I fucked her through each wave of pleasure.

“Ahhh,” she released. “Yesss.”

She was pulsing around my cock, the feeling nagging at my own orgasm.Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

I slowed until she stopped convulsing, giving her a second to find herself, and then I rolled her on top of me. With my back flat on the mattress, she straddled my waist.

“Now, you’re going to come again.”

She sighed, searching for her breath. “I don’t know if I can.”

I swiped her clit. “Don’t ever say those words to me.”

She bucked against my hand when I flicked the same spot.

“Kendall, you’re going to come.” I circled her with my thumb. “And then you’re going to come again after I carry you into the shower.”

Her palms pressed against my chest, and she lifted her hips, rising to my tip and gradually dropping to my base. I could tell she was still extremely sensitive, but that didn’t change how she was making me feel. Fisting her tits, my thumbs running over her nipples, I ground my head into the pillow.

Her cunt was being naughty.

“Goddamn it, Kendall.” I hissed out a lungful of air. “You’re so fucking tight.”

She wasn’t pumping me with a heavy rush; she was drawing out the sensations, deliberately teasing me, testing my orgasm. If she kept up this pressure, twisting her hips after each bounce to give my cock that extra grind, she was going to get what she wanted.

My fingers bit into her thighs, rocking her body forward and back before I found her clit, resuming the flicking.

“Ohhh,” she groaned, her eyes closing.

Each brush across that spot seemed to encourage her more, building her strength and momentum. I was feeding her, and she was responding in speed.

“Kendall …” I used her wetness to coat my fingers. “Fuck …” I was getting lost. Far too gone to come back. “That’s it.”

She fucked with passion. Intensity. A purpose, like making me come was the only thing she wanted in this world. She swung her body, focusing on the pressure of each movement, and she reached behind her ass to tickle my balls.

Her pussy slapped against my lower stomach each time she buried my dick, her dives demanding my orgasm. The ricochets caused her tits to bounce. Following every jab came a moan from her throat that tugged at the spasms inside me.

The combination was doing me in.

“Your cock”-she gasped, dancing across my lap, like we were still at the bar-“is so fucking perfect.”

I had seconds left.

“Come.” I grazed her clit. “Right now, Kendall.”

Her eyes connected with mine, and I leaned up on my elbow and reached behind her. I gathered some of the wetness from her cunt, making sure my fingers were slick, and I stuck one in her ass.

No warning.

Just a place I needed to feel as I came.

“Dominick!” She ground against me even faster, using more power in her thrusts. “Yesss.”

Her hips tilted as my balls clenched, an intense surge moving through me.

“Kendall!” I lost control as her cunt milked me. “Oh, fuck yes.”

She was moaning just as loud, her nails stabbing me, her body shaking with tremors.

As I shot into the rubber, she was tightening around my finger, bucking, taking my cock on a wild fucking ride that sucked every drop of cum out of me.

When she finally stilled, I pulled my finger out and held her hips steady.

“You …” I shook my head, pressing my forehead against her tit, her nipple teasing my nose. “You’re something else.” I looked up to see her smile. “I can’t help it. You’re addictive.”

So was her pussy.

Intoxicating in a way I’d never felt.

And my cock hadn’t even dipped into her ass yet. I couldn’t imagine what that would feel like.

Fuck.

I held her cheeks, aiming her stare at mine, the most gorgeous face before me.

Her whole life was on the verge of changing, and I was positive she had no idea what she was in for. Constant attention was soon on its way-paparazzi recognizing her wherever she went, endorsements coming in, invitations to exclusive events, and paid appearances.

Nights, where there was nothing on her schedule, like this evening, were going to be rare.

Brett was wrong.

Kendall Roy couldn’t be my forever.

I had no fucking interest in living that kind of lifestyle. I thrived off privacy. In front of the camera and on every celebrity gossip site was the last place I wanted to be.

But tonight, she was mine, and everything was perfect.

NINE

KENDALL

A

s I stood at Daisy’s front door, I debated on whether I should use my key and personal code to walk in, the same way I always entered her home. But something about that just didn’t feel right today, so I rang the doorbell. Her house was quite large, but it certainly didn’t take minutes to walk to the door, which was the amount of time I’d been waiting.

She was doing this on purpose.

I wasn’t even surprised.

When she eventually arrived, she stood in the entryway with her hand high on the doorframe, blocking me from entering and staring at me as though she were about to perform facial surgery.

I extended my arm in her direction, holding the cup of Starbucks. “Skinny, extra hot, a small squirt of nonfat whip, and half a pump of vanilla. Just like you like it.”

She rolled her eyes, taking the coffee from me, and turned her back toward me to head for the living room.

I followed her inside, shutting the door behind me, and took a seat across from her on the large sectional. “Daisy …”