All Chapters of ALL YOURS: Chapter 281 - Chapter 290

His tongue was the first thing that touched me.The second I lowered my dripping pussy onto Sean’s waiting mouth, he latched on like a man who’d been starving for days. No hesitation. No gentle teasing. Just pure, greedy hunger. His lips sealed around my swollen clit and he sucked hard, tongue flicking wildly, devouring every drop of my arousal like it was the only thing keeping him alive.“Fuck—Sean!” I cried out, my hands flying to the headboard for support. The blindfold and cuffs had him completely at my mercy, but the way he ate me was anything but submissive. He was ravenous. Desperate. His tongue thrust deep into my hole, fucking me with it, then dragged back up to swirl around my clit in messy, filthy circles. Wet, obscene sounds filled the room — loud slurping, his muffled groans vibrating against my folds, my own broken moans echoing off the walls.I was soaking his face. My juices ran down his chin, over his stubble, dripping onto the sheets. He kept thrusting his hips up us

Sean’s POVThe second the blindfold came off, the sight of her nearly broke me.Ivory lay beneath me, wrists cuffed to the headboard exactly as she’d done to me minutes earlier, her beautiful face flushed deep red, lips parted on a gasp, eyes wide with shock and raw, desperate lust. Her full tits heaved with every ragged breath, nipples tight and begging. Her legs were still wrapped around my waist, her soaked pussy clenching greedily around my cock like it never wanted to let go.*Mine.*The word roared through my veins like fire. I’d submitted for her. I’d let her cuff me, blindfold me, tease me until I was out of my fucking mind. But the moment I broke free, something primal inside me snapped. I loved this woman more than life itself. And right now, I needed to remind her exactly who she belonged to.“Sean—” she started, voice breathless.I cut her off with a deep, punishing thrust that made the headboard slam against the wall. She cried out, back arching, her cuffed wrists rattlin

I arched into him, my fingers tightening in his hair, but something in my chest tightened too. The guilt. The reality of who he was. I wasn’t ready to feel cheap. Not yet. Not like this.“Wait,” I breathed, gently pushing at his shoulders. My voice was shaky, my body screaming at me to let him keep going. “Damon… stop. I can’t. Not like this. Not right now.”He pulled back immediately, breathing hard, eyes dark with lust and confusion. His lips were swollen from our kiss, his cock still straining obscenely against his pants. “Aria… talk to me. What’s wrong?”I tugged my shirt back down, suddenly self-conscious, even though my nipples were still tight and aching. My pussy was throbbing, soaked and empty. I wanted him so badly it hurt. But jumping straight into this felt wrong. Like I was just the rebound. The forbidden fruit he’d always wanted but never had.“I just… I don’t want to be the girl who fucks her ex-husband’s brother five minutes after he walks through the door,” I admitted

He stood up, lifting me with him like I weighed nothing. My legs wrapped around his waist as he carried me down the hall to his bedroom. The room was masculine and clean — dark wood, big bed, city lights glowing through the windows. He laid me down gently, then climbed over me, kissing me again.This kiss was slower. Deeper. His tongue stroked mine like he was savoring me. One of his hands slid up my thigh, pushing my dress higher, fingers brushing the edge of my lace panties. I arched into him, needy and aching.“Damon… please,” I whispered.He groaned, kissing down my neck, sucking lightly at my pulse point. “Tell me what you need, Aria. I’ve waited so long. I want to hear it.”I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer. “I need you inside me. I need you to fuck me like you mean it. Like I’m yours.”His eyes darkened. He sat back and pulled my dress up and off in one smooth motion, leaving me in just my black lace bra and panties. His gaze raked over me hungrily.“Jesus Ch

The morning after, I woke up tangled in Damon’s sheets, his arm heavy around my waist, his breath warm against the back of my neck. My body ached in the best way — thighs sore, pussy still tender and slick from how many times he’d taken me during the night. I could feel the evidence of him between my legs, sticky and warm, a constant reminder that I’d crossed a line I could never uncross.I turned in his arms and found him already awake, watching me with those intense hazel eyes. No regret. Just heat. Possession. Something deeper that made my stomach flutter.“Morning,” he murmured, voice rough with sleep. His hand slid down my side, cupping my ass and pulling me closer. His cock was already half-hard against my thigh.“Morning,” I whispered back, kissing him softly. The kiss quickly deepened, his tongue sliding against mine, his hand squeezing my ass harder. I moaned into his mouth, my body responding instantly, wetness pooling between my thighs again.He rolled me onto my back, sett