Page 73 of Sweet Dominion

I might not last thirty seconds. She’s right. There are levels to this.

Dear God, the way her ass creased into her thighs was nothing short of poetic. Like watching crystal blue waves break upon a powder white shore.

And then there was her pussy.

Wet.

Glistening.

Soft folds.

All lush and nestled between her thighs, yet peeking at me.

My mouth watered.

Raw hunger blazed through me.

If Chen or anyone else interrupts us, I’m going to put them in the dungeon for 30 days. Fuck loyalty.

She glanced over her shoulder at me with this wicked fucking grin on her face. "Lei?”

“Yes?”

“Get over here.”

“I’m coming.”

“It’s been a while. You’re naked. What is the hold up?”

“I’m thinking.”

“You need to stopthinkingand startfucking.”

I put my view back on that fat ass. “Give me a minute.”

“No. Givemea minute of that cock.”

At that demand, my length jerked. “Well. . .it may barely be a minute of fucking, if you rush me.”

She laughed.

Wicked, devilish woman.

Like she hadn’t warned me about how good her pussy was, she didn’t give me a disclaimer about this position.

If she thinks I’m possessive and overbearing now. . .

It would serve her right.

Like there were levels to her pussy, there were consequences too.

And I knew that after this, I may secretly order Chen to have a team construct a hidden chamber where I could keep her in there, naked and to myself, never letting her out.

Would Banks and her sisters notice her absence? Surely, I could tell them that she’s in Shanghai for the year?

“Lei, get your ridiculous ass over here and stop stalling.”

I pointed at her. “You can’t talk to me like that I’m the Mountain Master.”

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