Used by the Arrogant Billionaire Enemies to Lovers Erotica #2
"Look at you," Dominic groaned, his large palms immediately cupping the underside of her breasts, his rough, calloused thumbs rubbing hard across her sensitive nipples through the black lace. "You’re burning up. Every single inch of your skin is vibrating."
"Ah! Dominic... yes," Sienna shrieked softly, her eyes rolling back as a bolt of pure, white-hot electricity shot straight down her spine.
The raw contrast of his large, working-man hands against her soft, golden skin made her head thrash from side to side against the dark wood of the table.
"My clit is throbbing so hard. I’ve been sitting across from you in those meetings for hours, completely drowning in my own juices because your voice makes me so fucking horny."
"You think your pussy is wet now? Let's see how much you’re leaking for me," Dominic commanded, his voice dropping into a dark, authoritarian frequency that made her internal muscles contract with a sudden, liquid throb.
He reached down, his fingers hooking into the waistband of her tailored pencil skirt.
He zipped it down with one swift, brutal motion and yanked the fabric down her long, slender legs, tossing it carelessly over his shoulder.
He followed immediately with her silk underwear, stripping her entirely bare from the waist down.
Sienna lay back on her elbows on the edge of the conference table, her dark hair scattered wildly, her legs spread wide apart by the sheer mass of his body.
Under the dim, ambient light of the office, her hairless, bright pink pussy was completely exposed, heavily glistening.
A thick, clear stream of her natural, hot lubrication was already tracking slowly down the line of her perineum, dripping onto the expensive mahogany wood beneath her seat.
She was completely wide open, entirely vulnerable, and fiercely begging for his touch.
Dominic’s jaw clenched so hard his back molars ground together at the visual proof of her arousal.
He looked at how clean, how wet, and how beautifully pink she was.
His own stamina was being pushed straight to a volatile precipice.
He reached into his pocket, pulling out his leather wallet, extracting a small foil square, and slamming it onto the table next to her hip before returning his focus entirely to her wetness.
"You are a dripping mess, Sienna," Dominic growled, his long fingers trailing down her flat stomach, his knuckles brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, making her legs twitch automatically.
"You look like a queen ruling over this desk, but your pussy is completely begging to be conquered."
"Put your fingers inside me, Dominic," she wept, her face a dark, burning crimson as she reached down, her own hands gripping her knees to pull them higher, opening herself even wider for him.
She was entirely addicted to the taboo thrill of her own submission on the very table where they had spent weeks fighting.
"I want to feel how thick you are. I want you to stretch my walls until I can't take any more."
"I'm going to stretch you until you forget your own numbers, baby," Dominic murmured, his dark eyes locking onto hers as he brought his hand to her crotch.
He didn't rush. He used his long middle finger to trace the slick, swollen line of her outer pussy lips, smearing her abundant lubrication all over her engorged clit until she was panting frantically.
Then, with a slow, deliberate, and entirely unyielding pressure, Dominic drove his index and middle fingers straight into her dripping, tight pussy in one deep, liquid slide.
The sudden, deep invasion of his fingers made Sienna’s eyes roll back into her head, a loud, breathless shriek ripping from her throat.
Her spine locked into a rigid line against the cold, hard mahogany of the conference table.
Dominic’s fingers were thick, hot, and unyielding, stretching her tight, 24 year old pussy walls to an absolute crisis point on the very surface where they had spent weeks screaming over corporate metrics.
"Oh god, Dominic... you're so big," she choked out, her fingers clawing frantically into the thick, hard muscles of his bare shoulders, her manicured nails digging deep through his unbuttoned dress shirt. "It’s so tight. You're taking up everything inside me."
"You're built for me, Sienna," Dominic growled, his deep, gravelly baritone a low, commanding vibration against her wet cheek.
He didn't hold his hand still. He established a ruthless, heavy-pressure rhythm, driving his fingers to the knuckles inside her dripping, tight channel before pulling back until only his fingertips remained trapped by her swollen pink lips.
Squelch... slop... squelch.
The explicit, incredibly wet soundtrack of his hand working between her thighs filled the quiet expanse of the executive suite.
Every single time he drove deep, his knuckles ground hard against her hyper-sensitive, engorged clit, sending a devastating wave of white-hot friction straight through her nervous system.
Sienna was losing her mind, her breath coming in short, shallow pants as her hips rolled frantically against his hand, fully participating in the physical submission she had demanded.
Dominic’s mind was completely flooded with the raw, explicit imagery of what he was doing to his corporate rival.
He watched the way her hairless pink pussy lips tightly gripped his fingers, coating his entire hand in a thick, frothy glaze of her abundant natural lubrication.
The psychological rush of having her completely wide open, whimpering under his touch on the executive desk after she had systematically challenged his authority for twenty-one days, made his iron-hard, dark-veined cock pulse violently against his trousers.
"I want your mouth on me," Sienna wept, her face flushed a dark, burning crimson as the sensory overload pushed her toward a breaking point. "Please, Dominic. My clit is on fire. Lick me. I want to feel your tongue."
"You like to give orders, don't you, strategist?" Dominic murmured, a dark, fierce smile parting his lips as he accelerated the heavy bedroom motion of his fingers, twisting his wrist to hook upward against her front wall.
"Ah! Yes—please, Dominic, I'm begging you," she cried out, her head thrashing from side to side against the dark wood. "I don't want to command you anymore. I just want you to make me come."
"Good girl," Dominic growled.
He pulled his fingers out of her wet channel with a loud, juicy pop that echoed off the glass walls of the conference room.
He grabbed her slender ankles, his large hands anchoring her feet to the edge of the mahogany table, shoving her knees back toward her shoulders to expose her dripping wetness completely under the harsh light of the office lamps.
Her hairless pink pussy was completely wide open, heavily glistening, a thick bead of her clear, aromatic arousal tracking slowly down her inner lips and onto her seat.
Without another second of delay, Dominic leaned his massive torso down, burying his face directly into her heat.
The hot, wet shock of his tongue hitting her pussy made Sienna’s whole body give a violent, involuntary jerk.
She let out a sharp, breathless gasp, her fingers clawing deep into the lapels of his discarded suit jacket on the table.
Dominic flattened his tongue, delivering a long, heavy-pressure stroke straight from the bottom of her pussy lips all the way up to her pulsing clit.
Slurp... squelch... lick.
He was relentless. He used his lips to capture her swollen clit, creating a warm, intense vacuum that made Sienna’s hips roll frantically against his mouth.
He used his long fingers to spread her wide, his thumbs tracing the smooth, wet inner walls of her opening, coating his hands in her overflowing fluids.
"Oh god, Dominic... yes!" Sienna whimpered, her head thrashing into the table, her eyes tightly shut as the pure friction of his mouth drove her half-mad. "You're drowning me. I’m leaking everywhere for you."
Dominic didn't rush. He used the tip of his tongue to press firmly into her tight entrance, swirling it in wet, heavy circles, deliberately relaxing her internal muscles while his thumbs continued to rub hard across her nerve endings.
The loud, explicit slurp of his mouth working between her thighs competed only with the low hum of the city traffic sixty floors below.
He spent ten straight minutes worshipping her, pushing her closer and closer to a catastrophic edge, feeling the small, rhythmic twitches of her pussy walls reacting to the heat of his mouth.
Sienna was completely breathless, her body shaking uncontrollably, her face flushed a dark, burning crimson as she completely succumbed to the intense pleasure of his mouth.
Her internal walls were pulling and pulsing, a heavy, hot pressure building deep within her lower belly that felt entirely different from a regular orgasm.
It was a deep, full, heavy sensation that made her feel like she was about to burst open.
"Dominic... stop, wait, something is wrong," she choked out, a heavy tear of pure sensory overload leaking from the corner of her eye as she clutched at his dark hair. "It feels too heavy... it feels like I'm going to burst. Please, lift your head."
Dominic lifted his face, his lips and chin wet with her juices, his dark eyes completely dilated with an intense, possessive adoration. He knew exactly what that heavy pressure meant. He reached down, his large hand wrapping around her thighs to anchor her in place, ready to take her over the edge.
Dominic didn’t pull his face away for more than a breath.
He stayed wedged tightly between her trembling, golden thighs, his chin glistening with the glossy, aromatic sheen of her desire.
He looked up the length of her bare torso, watching her small chest heave, her ribs expanding and contracting in erratic, panicked patterns against the dark wood of the conference table.
The sheer age gap between them—his thirty-eight years of dark, calculated corporate dominance versus her twenty-four years of raw, reactive brilliance—manifested completely in how well he understood her own body’s signals before she did.