Chapter 58
Chapter 58
ISIDORA
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The command in his voice, thick with dominance, made my pussy melt and soak my panties. The flushed red tip, already leaking pre-cum, brushed my lips like honey.
I opened my mouth and braced my hands on his thighs, tasting that deep, raw, masculine flavor again. Hard flesh pushed between my lips and slid over my tongue. Breathing hard through my nose, hollowing my cheeks, I started sucking him while my eyes fell half shut with pleasure.
My nails dug into his muscles as my head started rocking faster and deeper, filling the tiny stall with wet, filthy sounds of saliva and pre-cum. The hand under my chin tightened while he held me there and rolled his hips forward, fucking my mouth so good, pushing deep enough to hit the back of my throat.
I had to drag air in through my nose, my lips stretched tight around him, but all I could think about was how badly wanted his release… wanted his cum in my body somehow.
I looked up at that beautiful face while I gave him that hot, filthy blowjob. He growled and hissed like something wild, and God, I loved watching him hold himself back, watching the sweat run down his body, watching him fight it while I took him right to the edge.
I didn’t care if it was the drug.
He was coming to me for relief.
“Shhh… mmm… fuck, that feels good… shhh, my Lady… I need more… more…” he rasped between growls.
This wasn’t enough for him.
It wasn’t enough for me either.
I was tired of holding myself back. Between my thighs, my arousal was already starting to run.
I tapped at his thigh, asking him to let go of my chin, and Blaze obeyed right away. His cock slipped from my lips, veins throbbing along that hard, heavy length… and I couldn’t stop thinking about what it would feel like inside me.
My overheated mind made a choice that was way too reckless.
We didn’t have much time. We were still in a public place.
I pushed to my feet, and Blaze helped me up. My tight, sensitive breasts trembled when they brushed against his bare chest.
“My Lady…” he whispered, the beast showing in his eyes, desire eating him alive from the drug thick in the air.
“I’m going to take care of you, Blaze… wait…” I told him, turning my back to him because if I stayed facing him, I didn’t think I’d be able to do something this bold.
With shaking hands, I hiked up my dress and bunched it around my waist, exposing my pale legs and the boots that almost reached my knees. My fingers found the waistband of my panties and tugged them down over my thighs, feeling the fabric slide over my ass and leave me bare underneath. The underwear dropped to the floor and disappeared into the mess of
clothes.
I closed my eyes and swallowed hard, hearing nothing but his rough, restrained breathing, trying not to think that maybe this had been a mistake.


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