Dominate Showbiz: Media Tycoon Discovered My Talent-Chapter 109: How Well You Can Handle Me [M]

[Warning: This Chapter contains Explicit Mature Content]

"Fuck, stop wiggling. You’re killing me with just your ass," he panted, sinking his teeth into her shoulder to fight back the burning pressure throbbing through his cock.

The sharp sensation sent her spiraling into another wave of uncontrollable moans, her body trembling harder against his.

"Hah...ah!" she moaned, as a warm release spilled from the entrance hidden between the soft folds of her pussy, soaking her panties and his fingers.

His eyes widened slightly when he felt it, and without thinking, he left her clit and slid his fingers down lower, pressing into the small, contracting hole where the warmth was coming from.

"Birdie..." he whispered against her ear, voice low and thick with lust. "You just came from me biting you."

"I... no, I..." she panted, still struggling to come down from the high he’d just dragged out of her, along with the dizzy realization that she’d never come so fast, and certainly not with teeth involved.

He didn’t wait for her to gather herself. His finger slid back in, turning her ragged gasps into breathless, needy moans that nearly made him come in his pants.

"Hah... yeah... moan louder for me... yes, just like that," he urged, biting her shoulder and neck again and again, as if testing his own theory.

Each time his teeth sank into her, more slick warmth gushed around his fingers, driving him further out of his mind. With a rough tug, he yanked her panties fully down and spread her thighs wider, letting them fall open over his own.

Her pussy spread wide open now, and from his point of view, he could see how every time he pulled his finger out of that pink, tiny hole, more juices kept coming out of her. As if put under a trance by the sight before him, he absently brought his fingers to his mouth.

"God, you taste fucking amazing," he murmured, sucking his own fingers for more, before plunging them back into the throbbing hole aching to be filled again before his eyes.

This time, a second finger joined in, curling upward until they brushed that warm, sensitive spot, turning her frantic attempts to protest into broken, senseless sounds.

He didn’t even know how to finger a girl properly, but he had imagined enough of how he’d do her in his head to put his own theory into practice, and they proved to be on point.

"Karl... I’m gonna... I’m gonna... die at this rate..." she begged, though her words were useless, just like the hand wrapping around his wrist right now, the one trying to stop his relentless fingers from working inside her and drawing out even more slick heat.

"You’re not," he groaned back. "I told you, I’m the one who’s gonna die. I’ll die just from seeing you like this, moaning and crying because I’m biting you and fucking you with my fingers alone."

The hand gripping her breast all this time slid beneath her sweater, dragging the fabric up and baring her chest. Her breasts showed fully before his eyes now, tightly confined beneath the white lace bra she wore.

"Look at that," he whispered over her shoulder with a faint smirk. "Look how plump and pretty they are."

With a sharp tug, he yanked the bra down to her waist, making her fluster even further. Her nipples sprang free from the thin lace, hard and flushed, as if begging for his attention.

All light vanished from Karl’s eyes, replaced by a thin red veil of lust, as his fingers closed around one of her breasts. It was soft and heavy in his palm, burning warmly against his skin, exactly the way he remembered.

"If I play with your nippies now, birdie," he murmured, kissing lazily around her ear, "would that make you come even harder than you already did?"

"Quit joking!" she snapped, turning around sharply. "You know damn well I won’t be able to handle any of that!"

A playful chuckle spilled from him. "Nah, I don’t think so," he teased, fingers already tugging and pinching at her nipples. "If you can handle my songs, you can handle just about anything."

His lips closed over hers again before any further protest could slip out.

Just as predicted, being attacked in three places at once nearly shattered her. Any sound that escaped her pretty mouth was muffled, swallowed between his lips as the rhythm of his hands quickened, and a third finger slipped inside her tight, soaked hole.

Desperate, her hand left his wrist and slid behind her back, until it found the hot, hard shape that had been pressing against her ass the whole time. The second she touched it, Karl’s movements slowed, and his pecking kisses came to a halt.

"What are you up to now, huh?" he groaned, gaze dropping to where her hands worked eagerly over the fabric trapping his aching cock.

"Are you really just... gonna sit there and torture me, without having some fun yourself?" she teased under ragged breaths.

"Come on, Karl, take it off," she whispered, giving his lower lip a wet, smacking suck. "I want to see how well you can handle me, too."

Her words melted into him like a command. Without protest, his hands slipped from her breasts and withdrew from her pussy as he worked his zipper down, shoving his pants and boxers off his legs in one rough motion.

The hard, long cock sprang free, damp with his own heat and slick with need. Instead of being thick enough to hurt, Karl’s was all length, curving upward against his abs the moment it was released.

Thick veins traced it length beneath pale skin, and the tip was already glossy with precum. The sight made her lips dip toward it instinctively, as if to clean him up.

A sharp gasp tore from him when sudden warmth and wetness closed around the head of his cock.

"Wait... wait," he breathed. "At least start with your hand first, or I don’t think I can..."

She gave him no answer, only lifting her wide blue eyes to him in an innocent look that felt more like a challenge than obedience. Her fingers wrapped around the base of his cock, just as he wanted, but her lips lingered teasingly over the swollen tip.

When both her hand and mouth began moving along his length, his hips jerked forward involuntarily. Shivers raced from where her tongue and fingers worked him, all the way up through his spine and down to his toes.

"Hah, fuck, Kaija Sepala..." he growled, "You’ll make me fucking come in your mouth."

Before long, soft, shameless moans spilled from him, just like the ones he’d dragged out of her moments earlier.