Page 66 of The Dommes

Oh my God, she’s so damned hot.

Naked, vulnerable, gritting her teeth. She’s getting ready to rip my throat out as she claims the rest of me with her mouth and hands. I barely have time to enjoy the view of what’s pressing upon me before Ira pulls my legs apart and drives back into me, digging deeper and farther back than she’s dared to before.

My hands are free, but I don’t know what to do with them besides grabbing the pillow beneath my head. She’s holding my ankles, cupping me beneath my knees, making sure I’m angled for pleasure as she slams into me.

“Say it,” she growls, tapping one of my breasts and peaking my nipple. “Say you’re mine. You surrender.”

Words don’t want to happen right now. Thinking about them takes away from concentrating on the pulses rippling through me. “I’m yours…” My eyes try to roll back again. God, she feels so big on top of me. Or maybe I feel smaller, don’t know. “I surrender.”

She stills, and all of me is eager to please her. I don’t know how she has lasted this long. I don’t know how I’ve lasted this long, other than I’m afraid to orgasm, for this to be over. “Do you want me to come, Katie?”

I grimace, holding on to the warmth of her embrace. Ira nearly falls on top of me, her lips bruising my throat as she waits for my answer.

This woman wants me so much. I’m doing this to her. I’m turning her into an uncontrollable demon who can’t stop soon enough. Not that I want her to.

“Yes.”

“Katie…”

Her breath is in my ear, her tongue down my throat, her lips everywhere. My freed arms wrap around her, holding her to me as my legs spread as far as they can to take everything inside me. This is it. This is what it means to be possessed by someone. Everything is tense. There are only a few moments between her impaling me and when we climax, but these moments last a lifetime.

I’m alive. I’m free.

I’m hers.

“Oh, my God.” My nails dig into her shoulders while I whimper. “Let me come!”

“Come for me, Katie.”

Permission granted, I embrace the swelling feelings inside of me. I think about how full I am. How warm. How protected. My toes start to curl again. I want to close my eyes, but Ira is above me, staring back into me as I gaze into her resolute visage.

She’s so soft. So feminine. She’s losing it.

Ira groans into my mouth, and every muscle in me understands why someone like Ira Mathison gets off on fucking her partners with a prosthetic. I don’t doubt she feels it in every corner of her brain, her muscles, her daft lips and her hypnotically hazel eyes. I’m entranced by the constant countenance she keeps, even when sweat creases her brow and envelopes her skin. I see a story written somewhere beneath her freckles, her veins, her flushing face. Maybe I’ll read it one day. For now, I’m merely captivated by this cover.

The cry I unleash as I come fills this room with everything I’ve been keeping pent up inside for years.

Fuck, fuck fuck. Shit, shit shit! There’s nothing in this world except the two of us. Us and the waves of pleasure undulating through me, claiming my psyche and body both. I’m grabbing her head, pulling her hair, scratching her skin, and feeling like the ceiling is crashing on me while the floor swallows us up. Ira’s thrusts remain steady, hard, reaching up into me as I still reel from the idea of a Domme seeing me like this. Everything is flushed with heat, shuddering.

“Ira!” I sound like I’m famished. So tragic. “Don’t stop! Don’t…”

Nope. I’m gone. And so is she.

Her thrusts suddenly increase, and a gravelly groan reverberates in her throat.

I don’t know what hits me first. The unexpected liquid heat claiming my pussy, or the possessive sound that takes over Ira’s form.

It’s my first time experiencing this. Is it normal for it to feel like it’s going on forever? That every crevice of my body is being touched by her? If the Avalon can’t reach it, then surely she can. I don’t know what’s normal. I don’t know what it means for this to happen. All I know is that it feels incredible.

Awareness strikes me. I’m so aware of how stretched open I am. She always does this to me, and I gladly welcome her. But it feels so unreal. How can I open that much for her? How can she make me so aroused to do that? Time is stopping. Tired kisses cover my skin, but I only have eyes for the glistening skin slowly moving on top of me.

I don’t want her to leave.

Fatigue washes over me. My thighs are so sore. My ass is nearly unbearable. My body wasn’t built for this, and yet it found a way.

“Katie.” Ira is sated. I hear it in her voice as she plants heavy kisses on my chest. She begins to pull out.

And I begin to panic.

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