Page 6 of Infatuate Me

“Thank fuck,” he says before he smashes his lips on mine in a bruising kiss that I’ll remember forever. And when he pulls away, he tells me, “Get over to the sofa and take your panties off.”

He steps back, and somehow, I move over to the sofa situated on the other side of the room.

“Take them off, Carrie,” he demands, and it’s the hottest demand I’ve ever been given. I gulp as go to hook my fingers in the sides of my skirt and panties, but then he says, “Not the skirt, just the panties.”

Holy…

I slowly lift the skirt and pull my panties down my legs, until I’m stepping out of them and waiting to see what happens next. He begins to undo his shirt buttons, and I find myself wanting to be the one to undo them, but again, no words are forming. It’s like I’m having an out of body experience and any moment now I’ll wake up and this will all be dream, and I desperately don’t want it to end—I want it to play out.

And when he pushes the shirt to the sides as he removes it, letting it drop to the floor, I know I’m in deep fucking trouble. There will be no denying this guy as my mouth salivates.

He comes towards me, and all I can think about is seeing the rest of him.

“You want me to fuck you, Carrie? Make you scream my name and show you what a real man can do?”

“Yes,” I tell him, knowing that I needed to speak words for him to carry on.

“Sit down,” he commands, and I drop to the sofa behind me as I watch him get on his knees. “Legs up,” he says, and I lift them to perch them on the edge, and as I do, he spreads them as wide as he can.

“Last chance to back out,” he warns me, but that’s not going to happen, not in this lifetime or the next.

“You looking for an excuse?” I ask, cocking my head to the side, and with one last smirk, he dips down and places his tongue on my pussy. My hands fly out to try and grab onto something, but the sofa isn’t fabric, its leather, wipe clean, so my fingernails claw at the fabric and do little else.

I’m exposed completely to him, my legs unable to push apart anymore, and my pussy bare for him. I’ve never had someone command me, but I find that I liked it when he told me what to do.

He eats me like a starved man, his tongue swirling around my clit and his lips sucking as he does. His fingers grip the insides of my legs, and he pulls me down slightly, my arse just balancing off the edge of the sofa.

He moans around my clit, and the vibrations just add to the overwhelming pleasure he’s giving me. And when his finger teases my opening, I move down a little more, urging him to push inside of me. He seems to get the hint as his finger enters my pussy, and I let out a sigh.

He pulls his mouth away but keeps his finger pumping in and out of me as he says, “Look at me.” And I do, lost in his eyes that are still looking hungry for more. “Do you know how fucking good you taste?”

I bite my bottom lip in answer, and then he says, “Pull your bra down and play with your nipples.”

I do one better and I move forward slightly, unclasping my bra and throwing it across the room before sitting back and pinching my nipples between my fingers.

“That’s good, baby, keep doing that and keep your eyes on me,” he says, and then his mouth is back on me as his eyes stay connected with mine.

Fuck. Hottest moment ever.

I’m desperate to come, my pussy clenching but holding off because I have a feeling we’re nowhere near to being done.

He grips my arse cheeks with his hands, pulling them apart, one of his thumbs brushing down the middle and making me jump. The moan I let out as he continues to rub his thumb up and down is like no sound I’ve made before. And I’ve never let anyone touch me there, ever. It’s taboo in all forms, just like the man eating my pussy.

“Dominic…” My voice is mere whisper as he sucks harder and moves his tongue faster. I can’t hold back anymore as my orgasm bursts through me, my screams loud as he continues to suck until I’m trembling so bad that I can’t hold my legs up any longer. I collapse into the sofa, but he pulls me down until I’m on the floor and he’s over me, his lips colliding with mine. I wrap my arms around him, needing more even as I lay spent beneath him.

“You want more?” he says against my lips.

“Fuck yes.”

I feel him smile, and then his mouth moves down to my breast, and he takes my nipple between his lips. He bites gently before soothing the sting with his tongue, and I feel my body coming alive all over again.

When he abruptly ceases all contact and sits up, I watch as his hands undo his trousers before he pushes them and his boxers down, freeing his cock. His massive cock. The biggest cock I’ve ever seen.

“Suck it,” he commands, and I lift my tired body until I’m kneeling on all fours and taking him deep in my throat. I move up and down his length, sucking hard, moving fast, wanting to give him the same pleasure that he gave me.

“Play with your clit as you suck me,” he says, and my hand reaches down so my finger can rub my clit in circles. I’m still soaked, and I’m still so turned on.

“Don’t come until I tell you to,” he instructs, and fuck, it makes me more excited instantly. He wasn’t kidding when he said he’d show me what a real man did, and this just confirms that I’ve only ever been with guys that have no clue past the basics, and even then they needed some guidance. This man needs no instruction manual. He knows.

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