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“Please …,” Maria’s moan finally escaped. All she wanted was for him to relieve the constant ache she had felt every time he kissed her, and left her unsatisfied. And she loved everything he was doing to her, but it wasn’t relieving the ache; it was just making it worse … “Please just fuck me!”

“I could have made you come three times for me already.” He let her know he was sure of those words—Maria didn’t doubt it—as he brought his mouth to her ass cheek, taking a playful bite that stung before he soothed it with a kiss. “But you’re not going to be able to fuck me out of your bloodstream, princess.”

Maria’s body screamed out as he flipped to her back now, letting only the smallest shriek escape her lips. Her eyes went to the face of the man who was controlling her body like it was nothing, that it would do his bidding and whatever he so pleased.

“No matter how many times we fuck, Maria, or how many times I make you come for me”—Dominic continued his puppetry, still standing at the edge of the bed while he raised her legs in the air—“you will never get over the feeling of needing to fuck me, because I fucking won’t allow it.”

Holy fuck. If the ring on her finger wasn’t indication enough that she felt something for this man, then that was. The things that she would never allow any other man to say or do to her only made her that much wetter than she already was.

She darted her tongue out to lick her lips. “How about you fuck me already and let me find out.”

“Don’t worry.” He smiled as he placed one of her heeled feet on his shoulder, then showed special care to the other, taking in the way her foot looked in the heels that he’d bought and obviously dreamed about fucking her in. “I’ll give you what you want as soon as I’m done, princess.”

Watching him kiss the exposed top of her feet, she was somehow turned on even more. She loved the way he looked at them, adored them, and the shoes she wore.

Breathing heavily, her chest rose and fell as she said, “You know … I think you have a foot fetish.”

Holding both ankles, he clicked her heels back together in front of his face, high in the air, then slowly spread her straight, long legs apart. “I’m aware.”

She lay there, doing his bidding, as his eyes took in the exposed sight of her. She had never felt so self-conscious or vulnerable in her existence, but it all was quickly pushed to the side at his touch.

Taking his middle finger, he let her juices wet his finger before he slipped it deep into her pussy and pulled it out in the next. “Heaven,” he groaned when he put his finger into his mouth to taste her elixir.

“Please!” she cried, reaching the end of her rope, not knowing how much more teasing she could take. He could fucking do that after he fucked her. “Dominic, you have to fucking give me something.”

“My dream, not yours,” he reminded her, now putting two fingers back in.

While what he was doing to her insides felt like bliss, they were very careful movements, meant to coax her for what was to come and not release the pressure. Instead, each stroke only built her pleasure higher.

Feeling him slowly remove the digits, Maria slightly rose up to quickly grab his wrist. She brought his fingers to her lips for her to taste the “heaven” as she slid them to the back of her throat and sucked.

Looking up at him when she slid the tips past her pouty lips, Maria said the magic words … “Fuck me.”

Immediately, Dominic placed his hand at the bottom of her throat, the action making her crane her pretty, long neck up to him as he crashed his lips down onto hers hard. Forcing his tongue into her waiting, open mouth, he stole back the piece of heaven she had taken from him.

Whispering into her ear, he asked, “You want me to fuck you, princess?”

“Yes …,” she ground out, thinking, Finally!

The whisper in her ear this time was a command. “Then lay back down … and let me fucking finish.”

Maria fell back onto the bed in a daze, obeying his order, hoping it would give her some points.

When her tits swayed to the side, the motion alone had Dom unbuckling his belt.

That seems to have fucking worked all right.

Her gaze went to his hands. Biting down on her bottom lip, she waited in anticipation, but she had only seen a flash of his skin before she felt the tip of his dick at her entrance.

Even though she was on cold, silk sheets, Maria felt her temperature rise as he slickly stroked his dick between her lips to coat it in her juices.