Novel Full Chapter 1033: Dominique and Catherine (r-18)
Chapter 1033: Dominique and Catherine (r-18)
"No," Catherine said, her voice low and laced with pent-up lust. "We have something even better."
They closed in on him from both sides with Catherine from the left and Dominique from the right before their hands found him at the same time. Catherine’s fingers slid possessively around his arm while Dominique’s warm palm pressed flat against his chest, guiding him backward with deliberate grace.
His legs met the edge of the mahogany desk, and a slow grin spread across his face as they positioned him against it.
’This desk.’
He remembered it instantly—the way it had once borne witness to the first time he and Catherine truly surrendered to each other.
How an assessment after undoing Domnique had dissolved into raw passion, her back arching across its polished surface, papers scattering, her legs wrapped tight around his waist while the heavy wood creaked beneath them and she cried his name in a voice he still heard in his dreams.
Catherine’s hand rose to his face. Her thumb traced the line of his jaw with aching tenderness she knew he loved, her fingers brushing his cheekbone as her eyes drifted around the room. No words were needed.
The memory hung thick between them.
This was the place that had changed her life.
She had a family now more than before where she only had her sister, Madison—now there were women who had claimed her, fought for her if she needed it, and refused to let her shrink. Her business was flourishing than before, even more so after those advertisements, doors opening without force, and she knew exactly who had quietly made it happen.
She pulled him closer, arms wrapping around his neck, forehead pressing against his chin as her body melted into his, soft curves molding perfectly against his harder frame.
She pulled back just enough to look at him, eyes glistening before she blinked the emotion away. Then she kissed him, slow at first but deep, and claiming with hunger she had been holding back—a kiss that tasted of gratitude, desire, and everything she couldn’t say aloud.
Dominique’s hands moved to his belt with calm authority.
"Ladies," Peter said, voice already roughening, "you realize your sisters are waiting downstairs, right?"
They both smiled in the same knowing, predatory smile on two different faces.
"They’ve had you for days," Catherine murmured.
"It’s our turn," Dominique finished, her tone leaving no room for argument.
Dominique undid his belt with practiced ease, unclasped the button, and drew the zipper down in one smooth motion.
She hooked her fingers into the waistband and slid his pants down his thighs.
No boxers.
"No boxers, huh?" Dominique breathed, staring. A soft, disbelieving laugh escaped her. "I can’t believe you actually listened to Isabella."
"That woman... is very persuasive."
"She always is."
His cock hung heavy between them — thick, half-hard root the was already responding to their closeness.
It twitched visibly under their heated gazes, swelling thicker, veins rising along the shaft as the smooth head emerged fully, darkening with arousal. A single clear bead of precum gathered at the slit, catching the office light... a tell of how much turned on he was already for them.
Dominique’s eyes darkened with raw hunger. She leaned in slowly and pressed her nose to the base of his cock, right where it met his balls.
She inhaled deeply, savoring his scent, then dragged her face upward along the entire length — her nose tracing the thick, pulsing vein from root to tip.
A low, involuntary moan vibrated against his skin, the sound traveling straight through his cock and into his core.
Catherine watched with dark, possessive eyes, her fingers trailing down his chest as Dominique’s warm breath ghosted over his now fully hardened length.
Peter’s cock stood proud and heavy, thick veins throbbing visibly, the broad head flushed dark and glistening at the tip. Both women stared at it with open, undisguised want — two powerful women who had decided tonight belonged to them alone.
"I missed this,"Catherine whispered with her lips brushing reverently along the sensitive underside of the thick, heavy cockhead.
A thin, shining streak of precum smeared across her bottom lip as she spoke, making it glisten obscenely. "Missed the smell... missed theweight of this massive cock in my mouth, Peter... missed knowing exactly what this vein-ridged monster does to me."
Catherine sank gracefully to her knees beside her before Dominique followed.
Peter sucked in a cold inhale at this side.
Two powerful, mature women were on their knees on the hardwood floor of an office that had built empires and sealed multimillion-dollar deals. Catherine, with her sleek new short hair, elegant choker, and dark lips hovering inches from his cock.
Dominique in pristine white satin, gold gleaming at her throat, her long braid falling over one shoulder like a rope of silk. Both of them held his cock— Catherine’s fingers wrapped possessively around the thick, throbbing base, Dominique’s hand circling higher up the heavy shaft—their grips overlapping, sharing the immense weight of his cock as it hardened fully in their hands, growing even thicker and hotter.
His cock stood rigid and straining between them, so thick that neither woman’s fingers could fully close around it.
Fat veins pulsed visiblyalong the entire length, the broad, flushed head dark and glistening, already leaking steadily.
These weren’t inexperienced girls discovering desire. These were mature, accomplished women who had lived, built careers, and navigated decades of power and complexity — and yet here they were, willingly on their knees, because they had chosen this.
Because he had earned their complete surrender.
Dominique took the first taste.
Her mature tongue came out — flat, wide, warm, and glistening with want and anticipation before she pressed it fully against the underside of the head, dragging it slowly downward in one long, filthy, deliberate stroke.
She collected the bead of precum and spread it along the entire length of his cock in a wet, shining trail, her experienced tongue savoring every thick vein. Peter’s hands gripped the edge of the mahogany desk so tightly the wood creaked beneath his fingers, his head falling back with a low, guttural groan.
Fuck... she is fucking experienced.
She smiled like she could hear his thoughts and pulled back just enough to speak, lips still brushing against him, a thin string of spit and precum stretching between her bottom lip and the swollen head.
"You don’t usually get properly worshipped, do you?" she murmured, voice husky and rich with experience. "Even in the orgies... everyone’s so busy riding you or getting fucked that nobody ever just sits down and—"
She opened her mouth wide, lips stretching obscenely around his entire girth, and took the fat head inside.
Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked hard, the intense pull drawing straight from his balls. The wet heat of her mature mouth enveloped him completely.
"—worships this the way it deserves," she finished, the words muffled and wet around his cock.
The deep vibration of her voice buzzed straight down his shaft, making his knees threaten to buckle.
"She’s right," Catherine said softly. Her hand tightened at the base, twisting in a slow, firm corkscrew motion that dragged the skin up and down in perfect rhythm with Dominique’s mouth.
She leaned in and pressed her dark, full lips to the other side of the shaft, kissing it reverently once, twice, before running her warm, experienced tongue along the thick pulsing vein in a slow, wet drag that met Dominique’s lips at the head.
"We’re here for you tonight," Catherine whispered against his skin, her breath hot. "Just you."
Their eyes met—spit-slicked lips inches apart with his cock between them — and something wordless passed between the two women.
A decision. A shared, hungry devotion.
Then they stopped holding back.
Dominique sank down further, taking him deeper. Inch by thick inch disappeared into her throat. Her jaw stretched wide, her experienced throat opening as his massive cock pressed against the back of her mouth.