The Lawyer (The Dalton Brothers 1)

I couldn’t even control the fluttering of my eyes.

He was owning me.

And I was lost in the sucking of my nipples, in the rubbing and friction between my legs.

Swirls of bliss dominated my stomach, my thighs turning numb, my back lifting off the bed.

No amount of bristles could keep me present.

“Yes,” he hissed. “I can feel you coming.”

There was a surge in my clit, an explosion of tingles that moved up my body, first shooting through my abdomen, causing a scream to ripple through my mouth and, “Dominick,” following. Once the air was out of my lungs, a mix of sensitivity and shuddering came next, a flood of both gliding through me.

He didn’t pause.

He definitely didn’t still.

He continued to caress my clit, his cock diving into my wetness, his power not letting up at all.

“Fuck,” I huffed, trying to inhale as a second round blew through me, unable to stop moaning from the intensity. “Oh God.”

He calmed for just a moment but only to reposition us, sitting on the end of the bed, where I found myself on his lap, facing away from him with my feet on the ground.

And directly in front of us was a mirror.

The moonlight gave off enough of a glow to show our bodies.

The placement of his hands.

The way I was spread over him.

The tip of his cock aimed at my center.

And I observed myself slowly lowering over his crown.

Oh God.

“I want you to watch yourself ride me.” The heat from his lips scorched my skin as he kissed the back of my neck. “You’re going to see how much you fucking love my cock.”

With his eyes boring through mine, I had nothing to hold on to, aside from my knees. No shoulders to stab, no face to kiss.

“Fuck,” I gasped as I went all the way down, the sensuality completely taking over me.

His fingers suddenly moved to my lips. “Don’t speak. I want your body to do all the talking.” He pinched my nipple, and when I went to make a sound, he squeezed harder. “No, not even a moan.”

I relished in how far he reached inside of me, the thickness, the length of him. Since I couldn’t tell him how good he felt, I bounced over his shaft.

And again.

My head fell back, which he straightened as he said, “No, I want you to watch.” He lifted one of my hands, placing my own finger on my clit. “And I want you to rub yourself.”

“Oh—” I cut myself off, trembling instead as the feeling spread through me.

“Touch yourself for me, baby, while you fuck me.”

His voice wasn’t just doing the talking; his eyes were commanding, telling me what he wanted.

And this mirror showed every one of his orders.

I rose over him, the glow of light revealing every inch that had been inside me, a pad of my finger skimming that sensitive spot at the top.

My hips bucked as though I were releasing a scream.

“Fuck yes. That’s it.” His nails acted like teeth around my nipple. “Make yourself come again.” He gripped my hair in a ponytail, pulling my head back until our eyes met. “I want you to see what you look like when you shudder over my cock.”

As he released my locks, my head faced forward, my eyes back on us.

He cupped both breasts as I lifted higher before thrusting him back in, my finger moving faster.

Circling.

Flicking.

Working that sensitivity.

“You’re so sexy when you fuck me.” He surrounded my earlobe. “Look at your legs”—he touched my thighs—“and your fucking hips”—he moved up to clench those—“and this bad, bad pussy, taking in all of my dick.”

It was so hard to hold in my breath, to keep my sounds silent.

But where his eyes were so loud, so was my body, relentlessly plunging him in and out of me.

His mouth shifted just below my ear. “Your orgasm is about to be mine.”

Maybe it was the way he demanded one from me.

Maybe it was the sharp, incessant friction across my clit, adding to the delicious fullness of his cock.

Maybe it was the way we looked, locked together, my body grinding over his.

But it was there again.

That build.

“Now, watch yourself come.”

I gripped the bed, keeping myself lowered, and rotated around his dick while he devoured me with his gaze.

The quaking instantly ignited in my stomach, tugging at that bliss, heightening it.

My body was no longer mine; it was as though there were a string inside that controlled the sparks and flutters and ripples and he was yanking on it with all his strength.

“Show me, Kendall. Show me how fucking good it feels.”

I couldn’t shout.