Page 280 of Phobia

She smiles wickedly, and precum leaks from the tip of my cock. “What about my vibrator?”

Fuuuuuuck!The vision of Naomi pleasuring herself nearly sends me over the edge for a second time.

I need to get control of myself.

“I’m afraid not,” I grit out, slowly slipping a finger under the soaked fabric.

Naomi ceases her grinding, her face turning cold, that fucking wall returning. “So… you’re telling me that for one night of amazing sex with you, I’ll have to accept never being satisfied again?”

What the fuck is happening here?

I stare at her, unable to think of the response that will seal the deal.

“That doesn’t sound like a very good deal for me.” Naomi pushes me away and climbs off my desk, making her way to the door.

Like fuck.

The daze she had me in clears, and I march straight after her, slamming her stomach-first into the locked door before raising her hands above her head.

“Dom!” she gasps.

“Mmmm….” I hum against her ear. “My name sounds so good coming from those lips.”

Heart racing, she tries to shove me away, but it’s futile. I tower over her. She’s petite, but I’m all muscle.

“We seem to have had a miscommunication, Naomi.” I run my free hand down her body, and when I reach the point where her short dress finishes, I slide my hand up her thigh.

“It’s my fault…” I run circles around the lace of her underwear, and another gasp falls past her lips. “I said, ‘I want to ruin you’ when what I should’ve said is I’mgoingto ruin you.”

Sliding her underwear to the side, I slip my index finger straight inside her soaked pussy.

An inaudible moan leaves her lips, but she squirms in my hold, ever the fighter.

“Stop trying to run from me,” I murmur into her hair as I move to her ear and nip at the soft lobe. “I have only good things planned for you.”

Picking up the pace with my finger, I rub my thumb over her clit. Her reaction is instant, practically cutting off the circulation with how tightly her walls are squeezing me. I can’t wait till it’s my dick in there, but she’ll need prepping first.

I slide my middle finger in and pick up my pace, and Naomi shakes in response.

“Dom…” she gasps, but this time, it’s not from shock. Her hips move to the rhythm I’m creating, her pelvis tilting to meet each thrust.

She’s so close.

“I want a taste,” I growl into her ear.

Pulling my hand away, I spin her around so fast she stumbles. Holding her up, I drop to my knees, spread her wide and lift her thighs onto my shoulders before diving straight in.

“Fuck!” Naomi cries as my fingers return and my tongue goes to work.

Treacle slice has nothing on Naomi. She’s sweet, musky perfection, and I can’t get enough.

With her wrists free, she digs her nails into my shoulder with one hand whilst pushing my head closer with the other. Grinding against my face, she’s short of breath, and when a shudder rips through her entire body, her cum pulses out of her sweet cunt, and I move lower to swallow down as much as I can.

Giving her no time to recover, I rise, bringing her with me just as she is, and she squeals and grips my shoulders for safety.

Placing her on the desk, I pull back and hastily unbuckle my belt, unable to wait till I get her home. Tossing it to the floor as soon as it’s released, I move towards my button, only to stumble backwards when Naomi’s foot makes contact with my stomach, pushing me away.

What the fuck?