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He knew the moment she woke up because her entire body went tense.

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She awokefrom the most erotic dream to the most erotic reality. Dominic’s dark head between her thighs.

She felt his tongue stab her again and she let out a hiss. Was this just another round of torture? She wasn’t sure she could survive.

“Master…” His tongue lapped her again and she began thrashing from side to side.

Dominic reached up and pinched her nipple with one hand, and gave her pussy a resounding slap with the other. Cassandra couldn’t help but let out a howl, not be because of the pain, but because if he did that once more — one firm press or slap on her clit — and she wouldn’t be able to hold back.

“Cassandra, I’m going to let you come. You made it to midnight so it’s a new day.”

Cass had never heard such beautiful words in her lifetime. No more torture. At least not right now.

Dominic ran his hands up and down her thighs, widening them. “But you’re going to relax and let me eat your pussy for as long as I want. You’re going to lay there and let me fuck you with my tongue. All those orgasms you were denied today, you’re about to have them right now. And since you’re so close… let’s go ahead and get number one out of the way.”

He slapped her pussy — the sound obscenely loud against her wetness - then kept his fingers pressed firm against her clit. That was all she needed. She threw back her head and screamed as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her.

She was nowhere near recovered when his lips began their onslaught again. Licking, sucking, exploring. Adding one finger, and then two. The moment his tongue began a rapid flick over her clit a second orgasm ripped through her, swallowing the first.

And he still didn’t stop. He didn’t stop when she couldn’t control her thighs and they clenched around his face. Didn’t stop when her back had arched off the bed and she’d grabbed his hair, fucking his face with her hips. He didn’t stop until she’d swore on her life she couldn’t come again and then he’d proved her wrong.

By the time Dominic was finished with her, Cassandra was incapable of moving. Incapable of speaking. Incapable of doing anything but breathe his name in and out. He had to replace her limbs under the covers and wipe her sweat soaked hair back from her face.

If the room had been on fire, she still wouldn’t have been able to move, she would’ve had to burn to ash.

All she could do was keep breathing. And wonder how she was ever going to keep her heart whole if this was her life now.

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