Page 50 of Border Control

“Beautiful,” he chokes out, and my heart melts the rest of the way.

“You can touch if you—” That's as far as I get before he wraps his arms around my ass and lifts me off the floor.

I let out a deeply out-of-control squeal as he yanks my hips into his forehead, burying his face in my pussy. Then he sucks in a deep breath as if he’s been flung out in space and suddenly given an oxygen tank.

I keep my balance by planting my elbows on my desk. Definitely a different type of seat to the usual.

His voice is muffled, breath warm against me. “May I… I…”

I lean back a little so I can see him. My hair tumbles down in a waterfall, curtaining us in a personal space. “What do you want, Dom?”

“I… Would you allow me to… taste you? To kiss you here with my tongue and lips, what was it called?—”

“Oral.” My cheeks heat. Get it together, I'm a grown ass woman. “You may.”

With a happy grunt, he arranges my thighs either side of his head so they rest on his shoulders. I lean over my elbows onto the desk to brace myself, riding him in a reverse shoulder carry, my pussy pressed right against those scaly lips.

I close my eyes at the first touch of his tongue, bold and eager, licking upward in a big strong push like a tidal wave,sending heat flashing through me. My nipples, already at tense attention, pulse against my bra, the piercings through them heightening the sensation.

He points his tongue, probing along my inner lips, and then up the ridges of my labia. When his lashing tongue finds my clit I jolt, and he immediately latches on.

His hands squeeze handfuls of my ass and pull me in closer, rubbing my pussy against his strong jaw, tongue circling my bud.

I gasp as the sensations turn quickly into a building, mounting pressure, right where I need it most. Clinging on to the sides of my desk so hard my hands hurt, I’m helpless in his ravenous grasp.

He never lets up, tongue chasing me to the peak in a relentless pursuit: the enforcer’s going to hit his mark no matter what.

It's too much. I grab onto his hair.

He pulls back immediately. “Law-rah?”

“D… Dom.” Damn, my voice shakes and cracks.

He turns his face up toward me, cheeks and lips glazed with my juices, concern in his lilac eyes. “Is my performance acceptable? Should I modify it in any way?”

I lick my dry lips. “I need a slower build up. Try circling around a little more before zeroing in on the target.”

“Of course.” And he gets back to it eagerly, no ego bruised. The alpha male guys I usually partner withsaythey want feedback, but they never take it well. Dom listened and immediately put it into action.

He rocks me back and forth on his chinandlaps, warm wet noises super sexy as he enjoys his first taste. I relax fully into it, into him, letting go of everything.

Tingles ripple up my skin as he lingers over my bud with his tongue. It's like he can read my mind. Maybe he is. Right now, I don't care. Fuck, this is amazing.

“Dom!” I cry softly, unable to take any more, and a last swipe pushes me over the edge. I’m coming, hard, fast, too much.

His hands clamp around me, supporting me as I shake, tongue lapping at my pulsing clit. He murmurs against me, a sound of satisfaction that makes the tremors stretch on

Slowly, gently, he eases me down to the floor, his big frame folding with mine so he doesn’t have to lift his mouth from me. My legs slip bonelessly from his shoulders, too limp to hold, while I lie there panting at the ceiling, trying to gather the shattered pieces of myself.

I lost control. Completely. My chest tightens as the thought punches through the haze. What does he think of me now?

Dom finally pulls back, sitting up with a look of reverence and a face glistening with my release. He looks wrecked, sinful, proud. My heart should steady at the sight. Instead, doubt prickles sharp under my skin.

Did he enjoy it? Or did I just give too much away? Has something shifted between us—something I can’t take back?

He picks up my vibrator.

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