Page 36 of Forbidden Obsession

He had me there. I was stumped. A smirk slid across his face but just as quickly, he dropped it.

“The truth is, I am seven years your senior, possess more experience in a lot of ways than you. Women from all walks of life are attracted to me. Will you run every time you see one flirting or will you stay?”

“I wasn’t running, just merely giving you your space.”

“Liar.”

I sucked in a breath. “I wasn’t.”

We had a standoff and I internally coached myself not to fold. A smirk creased his face, then:

“Did you sleep well last night?”

“Very well.” I rubbed my lips together. “Could’ve been earthshattering if you would’ve stayed.”

“And if I would have, how would my presence have been earthshattering?”

I opened my mouth, but words evaded me, more so because they were hot and nasty, much like Emma had said before.

“Don’t hold back.”

I swallowed and leaned closer, my hands touching his torso and holding there. His gaze dropped, with eyes watching me through heavy lids.

“I wanted you to fuck me, Dominic.”

“Wanted?”

I panted, my chest rising and falling as if breathless because he made me spell it out. “Want. I want you to fuck me.”

“How can you be sure you’re prepared for me, Penelope?”

My body trembled, heat slipped down the seat of my panties, and my panting accelerated.

“I’m not a timid, breakable toy, Dominic, regardless of how you think I can’t handle you. I can.”

His lids turned into slits, but his eyes weren’t closed completely. Dominic’s hand moved from my back. With his left, he gripped my waist. With his right, he slid his big hand underneath my skirt, inside my tights, covered my pussy with his palm, slipped a finger inside me, then lifted me with a grip of my pussy.

“Aaaaaah,” I gasped, eyes wide and heart ricocheting like an impassioned pistol.

My hands dropped to his shoulders when he elevated me, and we moved to his desk where he perched my ass on the top. That thick finger moved in and out of me. Shivers sliced up and down my body, as I was drenched in heat. My nipples tightened hard, and he lifted my shirt with his other hand, pulled my bra down, and blew over my nubs. The piercing, pleasurable pain sensation scattered around the hard nipple, and the sensory made me moan.

“Mmmmmm.” I bit my lip, bucked my hips against his finger-fucking, and arched as the sensations lit up my body. “Ooooh, sssssss, Dominic!”

He leaned over me and whispered in my ear. “Shuuuuuuuush. Take it without sound.”

I panted. “Hooow…”

“Use your inside voice.”

I squealed with my mouth closed, and he bit into my neck and slipped another finger inside me. My mouth opened to squeal, and he lifted my head and covered my lips, giving me his tongue to suck to muffle my screams.

His cinnamon taste filled me, and I sucked while he finger-fucked, and when I thought it couldn’t get any more fulfilling, his thumb grazed across my clit. Dominic moved his fingers like a master pianist who used each digit to drive a different sensation with the intent to cause the same exploding outcome.

Me? I was bucking, shuddering, moaning, sucking his tongue, and gripping his shoulders like a woman locked inside a sensual virtual reality.

What had come over me?

What had he done to me?

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