Fevered Fantasies

Estella & Dominic (9)

(♡⁠‿⁠♡⁠) Estella and Dominic 9 (♡⁠‿⁠♡⁠)

“Errm...” I smiled slightly.

The club music was almost drowned out.

“Came for Jill’s birthday bash, huh?”

“Accompanied a friend, actually—” I replied, pretending my pulse wasn’t misbehaving.

“Your boyfriend?" He went on to ask, I could feel the tinge of jealousy in his voice.

I cut him off immediately. “Of course not. Chris is just a friend...”

For few seconds, we stared nervously at each other without saying any word.

“I didn’t expect the famous ‘wine king’ to be you,” I broke the silence.

Dominic did his sweet chuckle.

“If not me, then who?"

He closed in on me, and I drifted back step by step, my mind reeling to his bio description on i********: as the best wine vendor in the city.

“I know right? It's boldly written on your i********: page" I said, tensed.

“i********:?” His eyes lit up. “Have you been stalking me?”

“Research,” I corrected.

He laughed softly again. “So you’ve been researching the best wine vendor in the city?”

I shrugged. “I like quality.”

“Oh, I provide quality.”

He took another step, and I had nowhere left to go, my head tipped back against the wall as he boxed me in.

Our breaths mingled, with his, brushing hot and close against my cheek.

Dominic's eyes traced the transparent part of my mesh top, savoring the view. Then he lifted my hands above my head, pinning them there. With his lips, he grazed my skin slowly, giving me a seductive bite on my boob.

I flinched.

“You look so hot.” he murmured into my ears, letting his fingers tease my tummy.

I trembled as they moved upward, slipping into my top till they got to my n*****s — he fiddled with my soft aching nubs, rubbing on them slowly, his palm warm and firm as he cupped both boobs.

Next, he ran his tongue on my neck, planting a kiss before halting.

“Not done with you yet.” he whispered, glancing down the hallway swiftly— it was empty.

My breath trembled.

I took the moment wandering my eyes over him too — his broad shoulders, firm chest, the subtle flex in his jaw as he swallowed and his c**k pulsing beneath.

When his gaze returned to me, it was hungrier.

In a flash, he loosened his grip on my hands, threading his fingers through mine. Then he pushed open the nearest door, revealing an empty restroom.

It creaked softly, the door shutting behind us with a quiet thud.

My chest rose, each breath pushing my titties off the cup of my tube. He spanked them and they responded to his touch, bouncing perfectly in front of Dominic and I.

Grabbing them, he squeezed and caressed —roughly this time—before undoing the buttons behind me. While he did that, his bulge rubbed against my throbbing core, the hard length pressing and teasing my c**t, sending jolts of pleasure through me.

I let out a soft, shuddering gasp, tightening my grip on him, and taking in every sensation.

I could stay like this for minutes, lost in this delicious friction.

“You... wanted to make use of the restroom, right?” he asked.

I shook my head, gliding the surface of my c**t against his bulge.

“I... I wasn’t really comfortable over there. I just needed some fresh air,” my voice quivered as I spoke, I was still gliding.

“I see,” he whispered, letting out a chuckle. He leaned closer, pressing harder against me, and rubbing my c**t with slow, punishing strokes. I grinded his hardness faster on my mound, feeling my p***y moisten.

“Ouuu...” I moaned like a tiny helpless kitten.

“How do you feel?”

“Dominic...” I whimpered, wet and achingly horny now.

He ignored me, trailing kisses along my tummy before spreading my thighs. Then he squatted, noticing exactly how eager I’d made myself for him—I had opened my legs so wide, literally begging for his touch.

He stood, slowly sliding his fingers between my legs, he paused when he felt the glistening wetness, grabbing the edge of my panties. Then he let the fabric snap free, slapping my mounds.

I gasped.

He pulled the panties aside, exposing my coochie and letting my juices spill freely.

One more snap with my panties, before he dug deeper, yanking my folds open and running three fingers gently through me. He drew the slick from my p***y up to my c**t, going in sweet circular motions that made me shiver.

“Mmh...” I quaked, my hole clenching with every stroke.

I suddenly felt the urge to pee, maybe because of the drinks.

“Have you ever touched yourself... or get f****d when you feel the need to pee?” Dominic asked, as though he’d been reading my thoughts.

I shook my head.

His fingers still danced over my c**t, each twist and flick so sensual it made me tremble uncontrollably.

He slid a finger into my hole, and that instant I clenched around him, he held me still, drilling me mercilessly.

I fluttered my eyes open, gasping and staring lewdly at him.

“Look at you, naughty girl... Always so wet for me. How badly do you want me to f**k you?”

“So bad, Dominic... just do it.” I cried.

“This bad?” He added a second finger, and my p***y clenched around both as he pushed deeper.

“Huh?” he asked, still drilling.

I gasped louder.

“Or this?” He slipped in a third, filling me completely, stretching my walls.

A sharp, intoxicating pain shot through me, but as he thrusted farther it twisted into pure bliss.

“Ummm...”

Dominic went faster, curling them upward, relentlessly—until my p***y began to puff and pulse around his fingers.

I shuddered. “Oohh... Ooohh... s**t!” digging my fingers into my thighs.