Page 63 of Dominion

“I thought you might need some help.” She grinned.

Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she started licking her way up my body, lifting my shirt above my head, while my hips slowly drove Dylan insane. The sounds we all made were enough to make me mad with desire, insane with need to own them, to show them that they belonged to me.

Skylar moved back from me, kneeling right next to Dylan. The little vixen stared right at me as she dragged her fingerbetween the valley of her breasts, over her stomach and down between her folds, her mouth forming a perfect O as she flicked her clit, pleasuring herself while I fucked Dylan.

His head turned to the side, seeing her next to him, and as if it spurred him further, he pushed against me, his little hole swallowing me whole.

“Fuuuuuck!” he groaned, moving his hips faster. “Please, Ash. Oh, God! I want to come, baby. Please, faster. Fuck me faster.”

Every single word, every single sound from him, pushed me over the edge, and like a madman, I started slamming my hips against him, my cock pressing every single muscle inside of him. My body was coated in sweat, Skylar’s and Dylan’s were as well, and I could almost feel the tingle at the bottom of my spine, preparing me for the shattering that was about to happen.

“Come on, baby boy,” I grunted, holding his hips in a punishing grip. Skylar moaned, her head falling backward as she rode her fingers. “Such a good fucking boy!” I bellowed, feeling the tightening of his walls, the trembling in his body. He was at my mercy, completely surrendering to the sensations. But I didn’t want it to end.

I pulled out from him suddenly, leaving him moaning and whimpering beneath me, his hips seeking friction even when I stepped back. I flipped him over, loving how trusting he was. How sure he was that I wasn’t going to do anything he wouldn’t want.

Skylar yelled out, her movements becoming frantic, and like a man on a mission, I dove toward her, pushing her onto her back and spreading her legs around my head. I wrapped my lips around her throbbing clit, my fingers pushing inside her tight heat, and within seconds, she was shattering, screaming my name, begging for mercy. My cock leaked, needing more, cryingout for more, but delayed gratification was better than an instant thing, and I had plans.

I wanted things that I didn’t usually do, because I wanted to know what it felt like.

I pulled myself away from Skylar, my lips pressing to hers as I straightened up, eating up her moans as she tasted herself on my lips. “You’re my dirty girl, aren’t you, Moonshine?” I grinned, biting her lower lip.

“Y-yes, Ash. I’m yours.”

“And this?” I cupped her pussy, rubbing my thumb over her sensitive clit. “Is this mine as well?”

“Fuck!” She writhed, trying to get away from me, but I wrapped my other hand around her throat and entered her pussy with my middle finger, feeling the aftershocks of her previous orgasm still rocking through her. “Yes, yes, yes!” she screamed. “It’s yours. I’m all yours!”

“Good,” I rasped, my teeth biting down on the soft flesh between her neck and her shoulder.

I turned toward Dylan who was patiently lying on his back, his cock weeping, leaving white traces of precum all over his stomach. His pupils were dilated, his body pulled taut, and as I leaned toward him, my lips to his ear, I was sure he wouldn’t expect this.

“I want you to fuck me, Dylan,” I murmured, my cock jumping at the mere thought of having him inside me, of being possessed by him. “I want you to show me how it feels when I’m inside you.”

“Oh, fuck,” he moaned, closing his eyes.

“Please, baby,” I begged, licking his ear, getting drunk on the noises erupting from his chest.

I thought I would have to beg and show him, but within seconds, Dylan had me on my back, my body pulled closer to theedge of the bed, with my legs pulled up and my feet firmly on the mattress.

“Are you sure?” he asked, his eyes wild, holding the bottle of lube in his right hand. “You don’t have to do this.”

“I want it,” I panted, ready for it. “I want to know.”

“Oh, Jesus,” Skylar murmured, scooting closer to us. “Do it, Dylan. Show him how you like it.”

Dylan wasted no time. He had his fingers coated, going toward my opening. I had no idea what it would be like, but the moment his fingers breached my opening, I almost shot up from the bed, unable to contain myself. It was too much and not enough, all at the same time. It was pain and pleasure breaking over my body, and as his fingers touched something inside, I almost cried.

I didn’t recognize myself, begging him for more, begging him to fuck me, to touch me, to do anything he wanted. My cock stood proudly, waiting for them to do something, but Dylan took his time, deliberately avoiding that one place I needed him to touch the most.

“Please, Dylan,” I whimpered, barely recognizing my own voice. “Please, I need... Oh, God!” My eyes rolled into the back of my head when he touched that spot again, rubbing against it. I could almost feel it crashing into me. My orgasm was almost here, vibrating on the tips of my nerves, rushing toward me.

But as soon as I felt any sense of relief, Dylan moved his fingers away, removing them completely from inside me, and wrapping his hand around the base of my cock, momentarily stopping my impending orgasm.

“No, no!” I cried out, looking at his satisfied face. “Why?” I cried out, feeling the pressure building behind my eyes. I was so close. So fucking close. “Please?—”

“Shhhh,” Dylan murmured, wrapping his lips around the head of my cock. “Now we’re gonna show you what it really feels like.”

He stepped back, dropping a hefty amount of lube on his dick, rubbing himself up and down, his eyes on mine. “Skylar.” He called out for her, his voice deeper, needier. “You know what to do.”

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