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He slaps my pulsing pussy as he stands, shaking his head. “You’re getting it dirty again.”

I’m still gasping when he slaps my cheek lightly next, then grips me around my jaw to give me another drugging, invasive kiss. His tongue pierces me, his mouth hot and insatiable against my quivering lips. I drink him in, taking him in with the sprayed water that dribbles between our mouths.

Pulling me back, he turns the water off. He’s still holding my cheeks, and as he looks at me shivering, he digs two fingers into my mouth, holding them against my tongue.

His eyes flare.

“Out of the shower.”

He backs me out of the shower, and my eyes dart to the towel, but he ignores that too, dragging both of us out dripping wet.

In the bedroom, he releases me. With casual assurance, he pulls a bottle of lube out of the side table and turns to sit on the very edge of his low bed.

He leans back, spreading his legs, and his cock curves up, swollen and insistent. His balls sit heavy and water-damp under him, and every inch of him is primed, glistening potency. Even leaning back like he is, he seems too big to handle.

I ache with eagerness.

My lips are roughed raw from his stubble and kisses, and my breasts glow with red bite marks, but all I want is to take him inside me again. I want to fight to stretch around his cock. I want to hear him grunt with pleasure again.

God, I want to milk his cock into my mouth and take his cum down my throat.

“Get down.”

Dom nods for me to kneel between his legs, and I move into place with embarrassing speed. A rough amusement glances over his hard, kingly features before he snags up the lube. He squirts it into his palms, working it between his hard, veined hands, his eyes hot on my wet body as I kneel for him.

His bed is low enough, and I’m close enough, that if I were to lean up, I could kiss his mouth. I could dip my head and take him to the back of my throat with his hand on my head.

“I’m fucking your tits, pet,” he informs me.

I could also do that.

He palms my breasts between his slippery hands, working them over with the lube. Then he gives them a final, coarse squeeze before he pinches my nipples hard enough for me to arch into him.

“Ah!” The sound escapes me before I can stop it, and Dom’s jaw flexes.

I can see the vein throbbing in his dick just inches away.

Be good. It’s all for him. He’s allowed to wreck his toys if it makes him hard.

Helpless, liquid heat floods me, and I feel my need dripping down my legs.

I can’t even blame Dom’s cum this time.

I just need him to keep using me. I’m lost in it.

Dom tugs me up by my nipples until I push off my heels, dutifully kneeling up as high as I can go.

Sweet-hot pain lances through me, but Dom keeps directing me until I’m leaning over him , and the fat, gleaming crown of his cock slips heavily against the underside of my slick breasts, seeking something to fuck.

Dom lets me go, and I gasp at the release of pressure-pain as they fall into place.

His eyes are on my face, overbright and heated, assessing and brutally intense.

“Offer them to me, little librarian. Hold them up.”

I gather my breasts into my hands, pressing them together like the offering he wants. They’re swollen, too, oversensitive and zinging with electric hurt. My nipples have darkened to a deeper rose, poking needily between my fingers like they’re begging for our commander to pay them more attention.

He squirts a long, debauched stream of lube over my breasts, painting them until they glisten luminously and it trickles wetly down my body. With rough, deliberate hands, he rubs the lube over my chest, then works it between them with slick, pumping fingers.

Lust and miserable pleasure chase over my skin in hot little bursts as he preps me.

Dom leans back again, and his eyes are heavy-lidded now.

“Now work for it, pet. Pump my cock between your tits.” His cock is trailing a wet, sticky mess along my breasts. I whimper, and his eyes darken over my face. “Show me why the good little service slut is worth my time.”

Heat flushes through me as I spread my knees.

I haven’t done this before, but as I take him between my breasts, the how doesn’t worry me. He’s throbbing and hot, and there’s so much lube that even as snug and tight as I can press myself around him, he slips between my breasts with relentless ease.

I want to make this worth Dom’s time. The need to make him feel good is as fundamental to my own pleasure as my heartbeat is to living. I want to see the pleasure crashing over his face. I want to take away every trouble he’s ever felt, if only for a short time.

And I can do it. He needs this as much as I do. He needs to take as viscerally as I need to give.

And he trusts me to know what I need to hold back.

And I trust him to respect it.

Testing my rhythm, I squeeze my breasts down his cock, and I win a choppy, dragged-in breath. An answering moan slips out of me as I do it again. It’s all so erotic I don’t know where to look or what to focus on.

His cock is steel and satin, crude and magnificent and impossibly hot as I engulf him and rub him toward climax.

I can see the twitch of his abdomen under the curling hair, the tip of him flooding over with needy precum and pooling over my breasts.

I can smell the spice of him and feel him shake and hear his breath turning choppy.

I can hear the edges of snapping growls slip in when I find the perfect rhythm.

I see the rampant strain on his face.

My mouth waters with the need to close over the tip of him, to suck him deep and lick every drop out of his hole, but that wasn’t what he asked me to do. This isn’t my decision. It isn’t for me.

If he wants to fuck my mouth, he’ll grab my head and bury himself there.

As if hearing the thought, Dom’s heavy hand digs into my hair. “Stop. Drop your hands.”

His voice is throaty. Gritty with lust and pleasure, and I start to pant helplessly. My thighs are slick again, as slick as my breasts, and my body is pounding with silent demand.

But I stop as soon as he speaks, letting my hands fall away.

His cock stays resting against my chest, and I wonder if he can feel my thumping heart.

Another fat drop wells at its head, just inches away.

Dom roughly tugs my head down. “Give it a kiss.”

Thank God.

His hand dragging me by my hair, I press my lips against the drop, and it spills, spreading into the seam.

I kiss him again, this time with a suck.

Then again so my tongue can slick over his glossy crown, and when I see his balls tighten, I open my mouth to suck him in, but he yanks my head back with a curse.

His eyes are incinerating as they linger on my mouth, and he’s breathing hard.

“I should have had your cunt wrapped around my cock from the first day we met.” His gaze lifts to mine. “You’re a fantasy fuck, Eden. You better know how incredible you are.”

My head is beginning to feel floaty again, giddily light, and happiness bursts under my chest in smug, delighted little spurts.

A fantasy fuck.

I can’t stop the thrilled smile that splashes across my face, and Dom’s fierce expression softens.

“So fucking beautiful.”

Then he stands, shoving me onto the bed by my hair.

“Now lie on your back. I’m not through using that fuckable little body yet.”

I draw myself back, lying flat, and he’s shoving my legs into the air a second later, resting them both over one shoulder. With his hand, he shoves his cock between my soaking thighs, right over my aching, hollow pussy, and he grunts at how wet they are.

I close my eyes, holding down every whimper, every bubbling plea for him to shove lower. To take my cunt again.

Squeezing my legs together around his cock, he fucks my thighs.

When he tires of that, he slaps my legs back down and then positions them wide, ordering me to stay there and let him taste his new toy.

His fingers and tongue find every curve and hollow along my legs and thighs.

He licks into the crease between my pussy and my thigh and sucks too briefly over my sopping clit.

He tunnels his tongue into my cunt until my legs start to shake, then nips over the crest of my hipbone.

He laves the hollow there with wet heat and continues up.

Dom slaps me around and drags me into place—tucking my legs up around his thighs while he fucks over my stomach, and extending my hands up above my head so I’m stretched out and arching for him. Offering him my body to torment and use.

His hands and his mouth travel over the dip of my waist and kiss every rib. He devotes more time to my breasts and sucks on my fingers and licks into the crease of my elbow. He takes my mouth with his tongue or cock as it pleases him.

He ignores my broken cries and moans and the erratic sounds of my breaths, and my toes curl mindlessly into the sheets as I desperately try to stay still.

I’m dizzy and gone and airy as Dom shoves me into different positions.

He moves me like I really am a doll, and he wants to know every button and hole and feature that might make me more fuckable.

Finally, he straddles my chest and grasps his cock in his hand.

He’s impossibly large on top of me, looming and powerful as he pins me underneath him. His thick, coarse thighs trap my arms to my side, and he begins to jack himself off.

“Open your mouth. I want to see your tongue.”

Obediently, I open my mouth, panting, and his golden eyes lock on my tongue as he pumps himself. His balls are a heavy, shifting weight between my breasts as he moves, and his hand is making slick, sucking noises with every stroke.

His cock is ruddy, and I watch it with unrestrained, licentious fascination.

Dom’s eyes are glassy as he shakes his head at me. “You’re the perfect little fuck toy, Eden. Your smell...” He grunts, his hand working faster. “Your taste...” His head tips back, but his eyes are still open, staring at my open mouth and my nipples. “Your cunt .”