Seven Nights of Sin (Penthouse Affair #2)

Chapter 15 Dominic

She looks surprised for a moment before a mix of desire and determination comes over her face. She sinks gracefully to the floor at my feet.

“Very nice,” I say, petting her hair. And I mean that. Maybe I shouldn’t be praising her on a night that’s supposed to be all about my needs, but she is a pretty sight, ready and waiting to serve me however I ask. “Take out my cock.”

My shirt is already hanging open and my belt is God knows where, but I’m still going to enjoy watching her trembling fingers unzip my dress pants.

“That’s it,” I say, encouraging her when she wraps me in her warm fist. NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

She grips the base tight. My heart racing, I watch her soft pink lips meet the tip of my cock. A loud groan of relief escapes me as they part to slide down over the shaft. It’s been too damn long since I’ve had her. I’d forgotten how combustible we are together—how quickly I lose the battle for control when she’s near.

She follows her hand up and down, sucking hard, her tongue lapping like she’s missed this as much as I have. The sight of her is overwhelming. She sure as hell isn’t new to sex anymore . . . she knows exactly what to do now.

Still, I can’t let her just do whatever she pleases tonight. I tangle my fingers tight in her hair to direct her where to go, how fast to bob her head and work her sweet mouth. She lets out a soft murmur that burns in the pit of my stomach. I make a mental note that she’s partial to a little hair-pulling, then remind myself for the millionth time that what she enjoys isn’t what this trip is about.

“You look amazing like this.” My voice comes out as a groan. I didn’t mean to say that aloud, but it slipped out. Whatever. A little encouragement can’t hurt, right? “I could watch you suck me all night.”

She sighs and squirms, rubbing her thighs together. The thought that she’s trying to ease her own arousal makes me throb.

But when I notice her free hand creeping between her legs, I say sharply, “I didn’t say you could touch yourself. I’ll give you your turn soon enough . . . right after I’m done fucking your mouth.”

She makes a tiny noise that could be a whimper and moves her hand up to cup my balls.

Oh fuck. I won’t last long if she keeps this up.

Sighing, I start slow, rocking my hips in shallow strokes. The head of my cock sliding over her tongue feels incredible. She adjusts quickly, keeping up her own work while letting me move her. I thrust faster, deeper—still careful not to gag her; I’m sure she doesn’t know how to handle that yet—but taking my pleasure rather than letting her give it to me.

Blood roars through my ears and pulses in my cock. Fuck, this woman is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. She looks up at me, her lashes fluttering, her lips still sealed around me, and suddenly I’m way closer to my own release than I planned to let myself get.

I pull her away, but she continues to stroke me, and my orgasm threatens. “Enough,” I growl.

She snatches her hand away sheepishly.

I haul Presley to her feet and give her a quick, light slap on the butt. A startled squeak escapes her. “You almost made me come too soon.”

“I’m s—”

I crush my mouth to hers, cutting her off. I’m going to devour her. Take all she can possibly give me.

Keeping my fingers knotted in the silky hair at the back of her neck, I slide my other hand down her body. She sucks in a sharp breath when I push two fingers into her; for the second time tonight I’m knuckles deep inside her. She’s so wet, so perfectly ready for me. My thumb finds her swollen, eager bud and she arches, clutching at my back and shoulders like she’s trying to hang on for dear life. But I want her to lose that control. To surrender everything to me.

I devour her mouth as her hips buck and stutter forward into my touch. I’m consumed by her scent, her sounds of pleasure, the feel of her under my hand.

Yes, this is exactly what I wanted tonight—for both of us to forget the past and the parts we’re supposed to play. We’re not boss and intern, or even lovers, because lovers have a shared history and complicated emotions I’d rather ignore. Tonight, we’re just man and woman giving in to our mutual lust for each other.

Our kiss evolves into a messy clash of lips and tongues. She’s moving into my hand now, writhing in my grip, and her begging cries grow louder and more urgent. Suddenly, she gives a desperate whine and her arms tighten so hard they tremble. My aching erection twitches up, straining. She’s coming already.

“Dom . . .”

She groans and I kiss her deeply, possessively, as she spasms around my fingers in rhythmic waves. That’s it. She’s mine now. It’s time to take what I’ve been needing but didn’t let myself have since she broke my heart.

I keep rubbing, letting her cling to me until her quaking subsides. Then I withdraw, releasing her hair. Both of us are flushed, sweaty, panting from desire.

I pull out of her with a slick noise and can’t resist bringing my hand up to taste her arousal. Her eyes lock onto my tongue running over my fingers. Then I press them to her lips, and she only hesitates a second before opening up to suck them. My cock bucks at the feel of her eager mouth closing around my fingers.

When she’s done, I press a kiss to her forehead. “Get back up on the bed. On all fours this time.”

She obeys with shaking knees, still out of breath. I admire the view—her pert ass raised up like an offering, and the needy spot between her legs glistening, ready for me.

Quickly, I open a condom and roll it on. I kneel behind her and drag my tip over her sensitive flesh, teasing her. She tries to thrust back, and my hands clamp down on her hips to hold her still. I’m the one who dictates when we start, and I’ll dictate when we finish.

“Last chance to call this off.” My voice is deep and rough with desire. It would just about kill me if she took that chance . . . but I’m almost certain she won’t. “We aren’t going to stop until I’m satisfied.”

“Please,” she says, so softly I almost miss it.

“Good girl.” I bite the back of her neck and bury myself deep in her wet heat, trying to forget everything that happened between us before this moment.

It almost works.