Page 84 of Cherry Auction

But instead he drags himself out with a low, guttural grunt.Noooo. I want to cry out in despair at him denying us both like this.

“That’s Sir to you,” he says raggedly. “And don’t you dare come until I give you permission.”

Then his cock is replaced by his mouth.

Oh fuck, this isn’t fair. My hips spasm needily against his face. It’s his favorite form of torture. His stubble scrapes against my thighs as his head thrashes back and forth while he tongues my pussy.

I whimper as I fight the rising orgasm. He’s not teasing. He devours me like he’s a starving man. He latches on with his mouth and eats me out until I’m clenching everything so hard, I’m about to die.

“Please, Sir, may I come?” I moan.

His sweet tongue pulls away.

“No,” he says sharply.

I let out the breath I didn’t mean to hold. But he’s already got me at the edge, the pleasure he’s lit only barely dipping at the loss of contact. It’s so close. I can feel it. I’ll finally have him. He’ll finally be mine.

His hands squeeze my waist right at my hips and then his cock comes back, teasing my drenched pussy lips again. When he thrusts in, he goes in the same depth as before, a little deeper maybe. Torturing us both.

I’m sure he’s going to keep this up for the next hour, dangling me on the edge of the orgasm that’s already ready to flood over me like a tidal wave and then yanking back at the very last moment.

But then he groans in my ear, “I’m gonna die if I don’t have ya this second, love.”

Before I can quite get a grasp on what’s happening, he reaches over and tugs my hands away from where I’mgripping the bench. Then he’s spinning me and pulling me into his arms, chest to chest for what feels like the first time.

I throw my arms around him and kiss him recklessly. His mouth is just as hungry. I taste myself on his lips and it only makes me crazier for him.

He kisses me like I’m his air. He can’t get enough and neither can I.

He hefts me up, his strong, muscled arms locked under my thighs as he carries me to the nearest hard surface—a thick floor-to-ceiling smooth wooden beam at one of the four corners of the stage—and presses my back up against it.

I feel him there again, his cock stiff against my slick. I nod. “Yes. God, please fuck me, Sir.”

He’s still tentative as he pushes in. My head falls back against the beam at the feel of him finally, slowly filling me where I’ve been so empty. There’s no pain at all, where I expect it. Only pleasure. Pressure and delicious stretching where I’ve been so desperate for pressure.

He’s a perfect fit. It’s only when he reaches the end of my channel that my eyes fly open, back down to find he’s just been staring at me the whole time.

I clasp his jaw in my hands. His cock pushes in the last bit and it’s as if justthere, the very tip of him rings some bell.

My back arches and I begin to spasm with the start of a body-shaking orgasm. “More,” I manage to gasp before the pleasure starts to blind me.

For once, Domhnall is the one good at obeying. He pullsout and then pushes slowly back in, hitting the same spot so deep inside me. I clench around him, and everything grows more intense. It’s an impossible fit between him and the sizeable plug he worked in my ass earlier. He’s inside me. The puzzle pieces finally fit together in one flesh.

But what amps up the pleasure to even wilder heights is watching Domhnall’s face as he looks down at me. The mixture of agony and pleasure stretching his gorgeous features makes me clench on his thick cock even harder. Which has him rocking forwards in a satisfying, hard thrust right after he’s pulled out.

“Fuck,” he spits, “did I hurt you?”

“Harder,” I squeak through the spasming pleasure. “I need it harder.”

His eyes widen but his hips jerk backward and forwards, some part of him clearly getting the message.

“Fuck!” he shouts, dropping his face into my neck. “Brooke. You’re so fecking tight. So perfect, love, I can’t?—”

He’s really thrusting now, and the power of him, the weight of him as his cock finally rams into me deep the way I’ve needed it all along—it consumes me. His arm wrapped around me protects me from banging into the wood behind me, caring for me even while he pleasures me and takes his own pleasure simultaneously?—

“Domhn!” I scream, locking my ankles around his waist and riding him back as he yanks me off the wall andfucks me in the air. He lifts me up and drops me back down on his long cock by my waist, again and again.

I’m coming so fucking hard, and it doesn’t stop, the first orgasm riding directly into a second, and then a third as Domhnall keeps fucking me. The entire club around us has gone silent.

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