The Lawyer (The Dalton Brothers 1)

I pulled my dick out, my fingers leaving her next, and I lifted her off the counter. “You’re coming with me.”

Her legs circled my waist, her arms resting on my shoulders as I carried her to my bedroom. I set her on the edge of the mattress while I got a condom from my nightstand.

Before I put it on, I aimed my tip at her lips. “Lick it again.” She went to surround my crown, and I stopped her. “Just lick it.”

A smile came across her mouth, her tongue then slowly sticking out to graze across me, past the mushroom bulge and down the center vein.

I fucking throbbed.

Pulsed.

Raged from the torment.

She made eye contact as she got near my balls, and I couldn’t take another second.

I tore open the condom, rolling it over me, and climbed on the bed.

I didn’t continue the tease.

I didn’t take it slow.

I thrust straight inside her before rearing my hips back to go in for another dip.

“Yes!” she yelled, digging her nails into me.

The same word repeated in my head over and over as her pussy squeezed me, her tightness rewarding me for waiting so long, her wetness the best fucking present.

I balanced on my knees, holding her legs apart, driving into her repeatedly. I twisted my hips when I was all the way in, staying plunged, listening to her moan in pleasure.

“Kendall … fuck.”

Her slickness soaked me while she closed in around my cock, her pussy narrowing more with each thrust. When this position started feeling far too good, I moved her onto her side, getting in behind her, and wrapped my arm around her navel, touching her clit at the same time.

She quivered the moment I brushed across her. “Oh God. Yes.”

“You like that?”

I slowed my strokes, the speed emphasizing every inch of me. Once I was all the way in, I lifted her hips up and moved mine down, giving her new angles and a different sensation.

“Dominick …” Her nails stabbed the outside of my thigh. “Whatever you do, don’t fucking stop.”

I knew why.

I could feel it.

I could fucking hear it.

Concentrating on her clit, I took her earlobe into my mouth, holding it with my teeth as I deepened my acceleration. She was screaming after every plunge, breathing like she was desperate for air.

And just when I sensed she was nearing that edge, I went even faster.

“Dominick!” She dragged out each syllable, turning my name into a moan, her stomach exploding in shudders. Her back arched, her clit hardened, her wetness thickened as I fucked her through each wave of pleasure.

“Ahhh,” she released. “Yesss.”

She was pulsing around my cock, the feeling nagging at my own orgasm.

I slowed until she stopped convulsing, giving her a second to find herself, and then I rolled her on top of me. With my back flat on the mattress, she straddled my waist.

“Now, you’re going to come again.”

She sighed, searching for her breath. “I don’t know if I can.”

I swiped her clit. “Don’t ever say those words to me.”

She bucked against my hand when I flicked the same spot.

“Kendall, you’re going to come.” I circled her with my thumb. “And then you’re going to come again after I carry you into the shower.”

Her palms pressed against my chest, and she lifted her hips, rising to my tip and gradually dropping to my base. I could tell she was still extremely sensitive, but that didn’t change how she was making me feel. Fisting her tits, my thumbs running over her nipples, I ground my head into the pillow.

Her cunt was being naughty.

“Goddamn it, Kendall.” I hissed out a lungful of air. “You’re so fucking tight.”

She wasn’t pumping me with a heavy rush; she was drawing out the sensations, deliberately teasing me, testing my orgasm. If she kept up this pressure, twisting her hips after each bounce to give my cock that extra grind, she was going to get what she wanted.

My fingers bit into her thighs, rocking her body forward and back before I found her clit, resuming the flicking.

“Ohhh,” she groaned, her eyes closing.

Each brush across that spot seemed to encourage her more, building her strength and momentum. I was feeding her, and she was responding in speed.

“Kendall …” I used her wetness to coat my fingers. “Fuck …” I was getting lost. Far too gone to come back. “That’s it.”

She fucked with passion. Intensity. A purpose, like making me come was the only thing she wanted in this world. She swung her body, focusing on the pressure of each movement, and she reached behind her ass to tickle my balls.

Her pussy slapped against my lower stomach each time she buried my dick, her dives demanding my orgasm. The ricochets caused her tits to bounce. Following every jab came a moan from her throat that tugged at the spasms inside me.

The combination was doing me in.

“Your cock”—she gasped, dancing across my lap, like we were still at the bar—“is so fucking perfect.”

I had seconds left.

“Come.” I grazed her clit. “Right now, Kendall.”

Her eyes connected with mine, and I leaned up on my elbow and reached behind her. I gathered some of the wetness from her cunt, making sure my fingers were slick, and I stuck one in her ass.

No warning.

Just a place I needed to feel as I came.