Fevered Fantasies

Estella & Dominic (10)

(♡⁠‿⁠♡⁠) Estella and Dominic 10 (♡⁠‿⁠♡⁠)

He took my other hand, placing it over his already swollen groin. I wrapped my fingers around his d**k, feeling him harden even through the fabric of his shorts. The heat, the growing weight, everything made me moan uncontrollably, my body aching for more.

Soon, he was fully erect.

He continued thrusting in and out, turning my face into a perfect picture of want.

How does he always manage to get me? I'm definitely not halting this, not now, not even soon.

“It feels so good, right? Like an enjoyable painful f**k. Keep holding it in." He murmured into my ears, reeling deeper, the tip of his fingers gliding over my most sensitive spot.

My stomach twisted with delicious tension, my legs vibrating. I shut my eyes, drowning in the sensation, letting the pleasure take over me completely.

I bit on my lower lip, and just when I'm about to climax. He whispered to me, raising my chin with his index finger.

“Hey,”

I opened my eyes and our lips crashed together in a fierce hungry kiss, his tongue devouring me. He took me like he owned every inch, my lipstain smearing across his mouth.

He stopped, his eyes filled with lust and mischief.

Then he did something that stole my breath — slowly, he unzipped his shorts revealing his c**k — deep pink, long and full, his length and girth made my pulse skyrocket.

If Dominic should hump me with that I just might black out.

I didn’t blink. I couldn’t.

A bead of moisture had already gathered at the tip. He brushed his thumb over it slowly, then lifted it to his lips, studying it for a second before flicking his tongue out — tasting and sucking it clean while holding my gaze.

He wanted me to feel every second of it, and it worked.

I pressed my thighs together.

“I want you to watch me touch myself,” he murmured.“You looked so good the last time...couldn’t get that image out of my head.”

“You could join me.” he offered.

I ran a hand on my neck.

“Come on, don't be shy,” he coaxed, softer now. “Go spread those legs for me. Show me how much you want it.”

Those words alone made my stomach tighten.

“And don’t look away while I take care of this for you.” he continued, flashing a wink as he stroked his d**k.

He nodded toward the marble countertop beneath the wide mirror, and I obeyed, walking over, my slippery folds rubbing on themselves as I advanced.

The dim restroom lights casted a sultry glow over the space.

Dominic followed behind.

“Start already,” he breathed, his voice drenched in longing.“I need to watch you fall apart.”

I lifted my skirt to my waist, sitting on the counter. Dominic helped me slide my panties down my legs, then he took the red lace, inhaling it as though he was a starved lover.

His fingers are now wrapped around the tip of his d**k, rubbing on it. He held the shaft fully, tightening his grip as he stroked. With a throw of his head, he inhaled sharply.

I loved the way his jaw tightened with desire.

Lured, I joined in, parting my wet, throbbing mound open. In a second, my pleasure bell was at the tip of my fingers. I flicked, curling my toes and jolting, smearing my messy liquid all over my folds.

My eyes were half-closed, but I could see Dominic gasping.

“Don't shut your eyes, sexy!” he managed. “Watch me and imagine me hitting your sweet, dripping core.”

His d**k started to erupt faint, watery sounds as he stroked faster. He increased the pace, getting visibly rock hard. A sharp groan escaped him, and then he moaned aloud.

It sounded like pure temptation, seeping through every nerve in my body.

Dominic placed a hand on my shoulder, the other still gripping and stroking his shaft, his legs trembled slightly.

We shared a heat-fueled stare.

My pleasure heightened at that moment, my hole clenching repeatedly, as my juice rolled freely, dripping toward my second hole.

A low groan escaped Dominic’s throat. He grabbed one of my boobs as his body shook, stroking his liquid on my mound as he released.

I whimpered and he wrapped a firm hand around my waist.

We were a little sweaty, panting, still locked in each others arms.

Suddenly, his hand darted behind me, searching frantically like something caught his attention. Then he pulled it out, flashing it teasingly at my eyes.

A lip gloss.

I blinked. Someone must’ve forgotten it.

The bottle was sleek and long like a polished c**k, tapered at the tip and perfect for sliding.

He smiled, and I swallowed hard. Was he...?

“You suck my d**k,” he breathed, “and then I’ll return the favor until you can’t think straight.”

“I can go all night. Can you handle more?”