Page 23 of Donovan Blake: Passion

“Yes, Sir.”

“That’s just what I wanted to hear. You remembered your place. Don’t ever forget it.”

“I won’t, Sir.”

“Rub harder,” he ordered, leaning over her to pinch her nipples.

Though she squealed, a moment later she moaned and begged for more. He obliged, sharply tweaking them, then straightened up and began vigorously stroking.

“Sir…!”

“What?”

“I’m— I’m—”

“Not yet, take your hand away,” he ordered, slowing his pace.

She groaned but dropped her arm, and though he couldn’t ignore his own growing arousal, he was determined to make it last.

“Please, Sir… please, let me/“

Ignoring her plea, he abruptly pulled out, grabbed her ankles, flipped her onto her back, and gazed down at her body for several, long seconds.

“Your tits are gorgeous,” he grunted, lowering his mouth to her puckered nipples. As he hungrily sucked, shifting from one to the other, she gasped, then moaned when he moved his mouth to her neck and fervently kneaded her breasts. “Tell me what you want?” he whispered, his lips at her ear.

“Please, Sir, fuck me, please fuck me and let me come.”

“Since you asked so nicely…”

Straightening up, he placed himself at her entrance, held her wrists, above her head, and slowly slid inside her. As he began to pump he lowered his mouth on hers in a slow, devouring kiss, but feeling his arousal begin to build, the kiss grew more intense and he was suddenly crushing her lips. When she began writhing beneath him and he sensed her orgasm building, he raised his head and began thrusting vigorously.

“I’m so c-close...” she exclaimed breathlessly. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

“Ask,” he growled, pausing to stare into her eyes.

“Please, Sir, please may I come?”

Her urgent plea sent a surge of fresh energy through his loins. Hastily releasing her wrists and kneeling up, he gripped her waist and propelled himself forward, ramming her pussy with abandon.

“Please, Sir, please may I come?” she repeated, her voice a high-pitched squeal.

“Give it to me! Give it to me now.”

For a fleeting moment he felt her stiffen, then her climax seized her, eliciting a shrill cry and hurtling him into his release. Spasms rocketed through his body sending intense sensations sparkling through his limbs. He never wanted the excruciating pleasure to end…but the convulsions petered out, leaving him breathless and with his heart pounding.

“Hey, Donovan?” she panted, curling against him as he collapsed beside her.

“Yeah?”

“I want to wake up like that every morning.”

“Finish the sentence.”

“Huh? Oh! Sorry. I want to wake up like that every morning, please, Sir.”

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

The hotel offered a lavish breakfast buffet. Donovan and Phoebe were ravenous and piled their plates. As they sat down and began to eat, Donovan said he would book the suite for two more nights.

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