Chapter 26

• DOMINIQUE
• She tastes better than I ever imagined—warm, slick, and pulsing with need. I run my tongue along her folds, savoring the sweetness of her arousal as I lick her slowly, then with more urgency. I seal my mouth around her entrance and suck, letting my tongue tease and torment her. Her knees buckle, and she clamps one hand over her mouth to keep from crying out. The other tangles in my hair, gripping hard as she grinds against my face.
• Fuck. Her cries—muffled as they are—send a wicked jolt straight to my dick, straining painfully against the fabric of my pants.