Izzy’s body trembled, wracked with desperate pleasure.
And he didn’t stop.
His tongue kept f*****g her, faster, harder, driving her wild. She was right on the edge, quivering, gasping, moaning… when suddenly he pulled back.
She looked up at him, eyes wide, pleading, silently begging for more.
He slid a hand into his pocket and pulled out a sleek, expensive blue fountain pen.. exactly the kind that screamed Dominic.
“You want to c*m, don’t you?” His dark eyes locked on hers, voice low and commanding.
Izzy’s breath hitched, hips still trembling from need. She nodded, unable to look away.
“Then take it… with that slutty p***y of yours,” he said, voice thick and dark.
Before she could breathe—before she could even think—Dominic grabbed her thigh, spreading her open wider with one firm
