Possessed by Passion (Doms of Destiny, Colorado 9)

When his mouth touched her pussy, the blaze became an inferno.

She reached between his legs and felt his massive cock through his jeans. Using her other hand, she unbuttoned the top button of his 501s. The long wait was over.

Mick’s tongue circled her clit but never touched, which drove her insane. He fingered her damp pussy until she was writhing on the bed.

When she unbuttoned the last of his Levi’s buttons, she pulled down his briefs and wrapped her fingers around his thick shaft. She pumped on his dick as he continued licking her into a frenzy of need. Her heartbeats came faster and faster as did her breaths. “That feels so good. Oh God, Mickey.”

“You haven’t called me that in a very long time, sweetheart. I love it when you do.”

He raked his tongue over her swollen folds and then captured her clit between his lips, applying the perfect pressure that sent her over the edge. The orgasm erupted and she felt a flood of sensations, electric and hot, rush through her. Her entire body shook as he parted her pussy’s lips with his fingers and sent two of them into her channel.

Sliding her fingers up and down his cock, she touched its tip and felt a pearly drop. “I want to taste you, too, Mickey.”

He pulled his jeans all the way off and tossed them to the floor. He moved next to her until they were in the perfect sixty-nine position. “I need to kiss you more, sweetheart.”

She gazed at his cock, which was right in front of her. So very hard. Ten inches. She cupped his heavy balls and squeezed softly.

He growled his approval. “Yes, baby. That’s it. Just right.”

She ran her tongue up and down his shaft, enjoying the heat that warmed her mouth. Circling the tip, she tasted his creamy saltiness. She could feel his lips back on her pussy, which felt incredible. It was her turn to pleasure him like he was pleasuring her. Swallowing as much as she could of his length, tingles continued to spread through her from the oral assault she felt from him between her own legs.

He cupped her ass, squeezing it just right. A moan vibrated through her throat as she sucked on him with all her might.

When he circled her anus with his finger, her desires grew and grew. The pressure inside her returned. Another climax was close. More than anything she wanted him to come. She increased the pressure of her lips on him, tightening around his cock as she continued to slide up and down him.

He moaned and she felt his body stiffen. She swallowed every drop he shot down her throat.

He pressed on her clit with his thumb and she came like a spewing volcano. Completely lost in her orgasm, she clawed at his flesh with her fingernails, pointlessly trying to steady herself.

There was nothing steady, nothing still, nothing calm about this moment with him. Everything inside her vibrated like wild.

He flipped around on the bed, pulling her in close to his body. It felt good to be in his arms, naked and exposed.

She closed her eyes and placed her head on his chest. She could hear the strong beats of his heart.

God, I love him so much. How will I ever be able to leave?

They stayed in that position until her climatic shivers began to subside.

“I love you, Paris. No one means more to me than you.” He kissed her tenderly. “I want to be inside your body, baby.”

“I need to feel you inside me, Mickey.”

“Keep calling me that and you’ll get anything you want.” He circled her anus with his finger, turning her on beyond belief. “I remember you enjoyed this. Seems you still do, too.”

“Oh God.”

He raked his tongue over her erect nipples and then bit down on them, delivering a sweet sting. “I remember you liked this, too.”

“Yes. Oh yes.”

“Still a submissive in the bedroom, I see.” He kissed her nipples and continued circling her anus with his hand. “My perfect Paris, just like before only better.”

“Thank you, Sir,” she said, sliding comfortably into her sexual submissive side.

“Damn, woman. You know just what to say to get me going.” He pulled his jeans off the floor and removed the belt. He wrapped the leather around her wrists and fastened the strap to the center of her headboard, constraining the movement of her arms and hands. “Fuck, you look hot, Paris.”

“I’m on fire, Sir.”