Page 17 of One Last Chance

Sweet Jesus, his words are orgasmic.

Domenic’s hands slide down my thighs, and he doesn’t take his eyes away from mine as his hands travel under my dress, and he removes my black lace panties from my body in swift time. He throws them to the floor, and now I’m fully exposed to him. I should be shy. I should be worried that I’m not what he expected, but right now, the way he’s looking at me with his eyes hooded in desire like he wants to devour me, all thoughts of panic fly out of the door.

“Look at you, Chloe,” he says, huskily, his thumbs opening my folds. “You’re so pink and swollen with need. I have to taste you. Can I taste you, Chloe?”

Oh my God.

He’s going to put his mouth down there.

“Chloe, is it going to be a yes or no?”

“Yes, God, yes,” I rasp.

“Good answer,” he says, smirking, before he falls to his knees, his eyes level with my pussy. “Look at you. You’re dripping with need, and I haven’t even touched you yet.”

I groan, whispering, “Please.” But not fully understanding what I’m pleading for.

“What do you want, baby? You want my tongue on you? Licking up all your juices? Sliding inside you and making you scream out your release?”

I squirm, wanting everything he’s just offered.

His thumb rotates around my clit, and I cry out at the sensitivity. “Tell me something, Chloe, has another man’s mouth ever touched you here?” he asks, just before his tongue rotates around my clit.

Sweet Jesus, I can’t think

“Has another man ever done this to you?” He slowly enters his finger inside me while his tongue is still caressing my clit.

I moan out loud, my breathing turning heavier.

“Chloe?”

“No. Never.”

Domenic moans and devours me, his tongue growing rougher as he licks me from my entrance up to my clit. He sucks it in his mouth and releases it with a pop. “Fuck, you taste amazing.”

He looks up at me through my open thighs as he continues to lick between my folds, his finger moves faster causing me to tilt my pelvis up in the air. My hands move to my hair, and I arch my back as a rush travels through my body. He continues to pump his finger in and out in a mind-blowing rhythm, all the while his mouth takes me whole.

“Oh my God, what’s happening?” I moan, panting as I feel heat burn within.

He hooks his finger, and that’s my undoing. Something bursts inside, and a huge rush washes through me. Without even noticing, I have gripped his head in my hands, and I am riding his face hard. My pelvis is rubbing against his tongue.

That was the best experience of my life.

My hands fall away from his head, and my legs drop, feeling weak.

“Chloe? Are you okay?”

I open my eyes and see a look of concern on Domenic’s face. I don’t miss his mouth glistening with my orgasm, and I blush, feeling exposed.

‘I’m… I’m fine,” I say shakily.

“Good, because that was just the beginning.”

“It was?” I ask, sitting up on my elbows.

“Yes, it was. Now, here comes the fun part.”

Domenic runs his hand through his hair and hovers over my body, saying, “Let’s get rid of this, shall we?” He turns me on my side and unzips my dress then places me on my back again. He pulls the sleeves of my dress down, exposing my breasts, and his eyes dilate at the vision of them. “Fuck, Chloe, you’re beautiful.”

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