The Lawyer (The Dalton Brothers 1)

I couldn’t moan.

All I could do was circle around him, losing myself.

His teeth grazed the back of my shoulder. “Yes, baby.” His nipping was the pain that I needed. “Fuck that cock.”

Spasms completely shattered my body, and when I couldn’t move a second more, he took over, clenching an arm around my stomach, pounding his dick into me.

“Mine.” He aligned our fingers, guiding them across my clit. “All fucking mine.”

His dominance floated through me, every feeling possessed by him, and I held on, watching as the orgasm rocked through me.

I sank my fingers into his thighs, melting from his penetration, keeping my screams in, feeling them echo through my body until there was only stillness left.

His eyelids narrowed, his lips feral as he said, “Now, we’re going to do that again.” He pressed his lips against my throat. “This time, I want to hear every sound.”

I looked over my shoulder, seeing his defined chest, a thin layer of sweat glistening across his skin. “Oh God, I want more.”

Before I had even finished speaking, I was moving again, and this time, he was lifting me into the air. He carried me across the room, pressing my back against the adjacent wall, the view of the ocean in front of me. My legs clung to his waist, my arms on his shoulders, and I held on while he pummeled into me.

“Take my cock, baby.” He nipped my bottom lip, fucking me harder, deeper. “Take it like you want to fucking come again.”

I didn’t dare say this, but I thought he’d drained my body of pleasure, making it impossible to reach that a third time. But when he buried himself inside me, it continued to feel better. And as he positioned me higher on his cock, the top of him rubbing against my clit, that build instantly returned.

I quivered, my nails finding his skin. “Don’t stop.”

“Yes, baby,” he roared against my lips. “You’ve earned yourself this …”

I expected him to move faster, use more power, but that wasn’t what happened.

His hand lowered, and he was suddenly teasing that forbidden spot, dragging some of my wetness there and tracing around the hole.

The taunting didn’t last.

Because soon, he was up to his knuckle, and I was moaning even louder than before.

“I knew you’d like that.”

With my back smashing into the paint and texture, I lifted my hips, meeting him, pushing him in and out of me.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Kendall.” He gave me his entire finger, twisting his wrist. “If you keep this up, I might have to finger-fuck your ass every time.”

I wouldn’t stop him.

The feeling was one I couldn’t get enough of. The combination a fullness that I’d never thought I’d enjoy, but one that was so satisfying.

“You just got wetter.”

He was rotating, driving into me, that friction returning like it had never left.

“You’re going to make me come again.”

A grin moved across those handsome lips right before he chewed on one of mine, releasing it to say, “And you thought I couldn’t give you a third one.”

“Come with me.”

“And stop this feeling?” He added another finger, earning himself a moan. “This tightness? This fucking dripping wetness?” He stopped speaking to growl. “Not a chance.”

I cupped his face to hold on, loving the shadow and the way it felt against my lips. “Please, Dominick,” I breathed. “Please.”

He aimed upward, the rough hairs scraping my clit, causing a burst of tingles to fly through me.

“Is that what you want?”

“Yes.”

“For me to fill you with my cum?”

“Oh God, yes.”

“Then, fucking tell me.” His teeth gnawed on my neck. “Tell me how badly you want me to fucking come.”

I moved my hands to his neck and pressed my shoulders into the wall, using both to lift myself up and rock over his dick. “Baby!” The sensations were building, especially as he increased his speed, giving me every beautiful inch of his perfect cock. “I need you—all of you.” As the feeling intensified, my nails dug into him, my heels pushed into his ass, as I craved more of those fierce, hard strokes. “Dominick,” I begged. “Give it to me.”

My orgasm was within reach. I couldn’t hold it off any longer, not with what he was doing to my ass, my clit, my whole body.

“Your cunt is squeezing me.” His head leaned back, exposing his throat, that sexy Adam’s apple that bobbed with each breath. “You feel so fucking good.”

“Ahhh!” As I shattered, the feelings bursting through me, I bucked against his dick.

It only took a few more pumps before I felt the change in him. His jabs turned sharper, his grunts filling my ears.

“Oh fuck.” His mouth was finally on mine again. “You want my cum, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“You want me to blow my load in that sweet fucking pussy?”

I shivered as the orgasm closed in around me, pulling me into that lost land. “Yes, Dominick.” I sucked in more air. “Yes!”

“You’re even milking my fucking finger.”

The tone of his voice told me he was there, rearing up. “Kendall …” His cock got even harder. “Take it, baby. Take my fucking cum.”

Shudders were collapsing through me, and I could feel the same was happening in him, but I still kept up the fast, hard pumps.

And so did he.