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He chuckles again, unclasping my sports bra and letting it fall to the ground. My nipples harden as cool air caresses them. “And what would you like me to do, Alexis?”
“Fuck me,” I whimper.
Who am I? I never expected to beg when it came to sex. But I can’t say I hate it.
Damian’s tongue caresses the shell of my ear. “As you wish.”
His head is at my entrance, and I wiggle desperately, wanting contact. Friction. Anything.
Damian smoothly slides in, groaning in satisfaction. “God, Alexis, you’re so tight.”
Breathing escapes me. This already feels so much better than the last time. There’s no sharp pain at our joining. I can’t think of anything except how deliciously good this feels. Being with Damian just feels so right.
We soon settle into a rhythm, his balls slapping against me as he fucks me. He pulls himself nearly out of me before slamming back in. The sensation is so delicious, I cry out, scrabbling to take hold of anything. My brain is complete mush, and I can only focus on the feeling of his body against mine, his breathless pants against my head, and the sounds of our bodies moving together.
I clutch the side of the exercise bench and meet his every thrust, feeling him move deeper inside me. This must be what Nirvana feels like. Every time is better than the last, and I can’t get enough of him.
Soon, pressure builds in my lower belly, and I gasp, begging and warning in the same breath. “Damian, I–I’m going to come.”
“That’s right, baby,” Damian snarls, his thrusts becoming deeper and harder. “Fucking come for me.”
His words are my undoing, and I unleash myself on him, nearly screaming in ecstasy. He continues to thrust, but the movements are shallower and sloppier.
I know he’s close. I twist my hips and push up, meeting his pelvis with mine. I’m not exactly sure what I’m doing, but something about this feels like the right thing to do.
That’s exactly what he needs.
Damian barks out a curse as he finishes inside me, shuddering as he finishes before he collapses on top of me, our slick skin sticking together.
Our ragged breaths mingle as we try to control our breathing. I run my hands through his damp hair, my legs shaking as they dangle over the sides of the exercise bench.
Damian slowly pulls out of me, hissing at how sensitive his dick is. He finds his clothes and picks them up, smoothly buttoning up his wrinkled shirt as he looks at me.
“I have work to do,” he says shortly. “I’ll see you later.”
With that, he leaves me, shutting the door behind him with a soft snap.
Even though he told me he doesn’t do the after-sex intimacy, I still can’t help but be confused.
Will he ever want that with me? Or will I forever be just a booty call?
15
ALEXIS
Itoss and turn, the sheets tangling around my restless body. Sleep won’t come. My mind is too wired from… well, from Damian. I blush just thinking about his name, heat blooming across my cheeks as flashes of our tryst play through my head.
The way he had taken control, pinning me against the exercise bench as he fucked the living daylights out of me. The delicious friction of our bodies moving together in perfect rhythm. The strangled cries of pleasure torn from my lips as he brought me to the dizzying edge.
I squeeze my thighs together, trying to tamp down the growing ache between my legs. I had never experienced anything so intense, so overwhelming in its eroticism. A part of me is almost… embarrassed by how much I love it, by how badly I crave Damian’s touch.
Damian is like a drug I can’t get enough of. I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want him. The feelings I thought I had for Mark pale in comparison to how I feel about Damian. Did I ever really love Mark, or did I love the idea of someone loving me?
Mark never would have allowed me to set the pace. He never would have asked for consent. He would have just taken me, using me only for his pleasure, my feelings be damned.
Ugh. This won’t do. I’ve been restless for hours.
Shoving aside the rumpled sheets, I decide to head to the kitchen. Maybe a little baking therapy will settle my jittery thoughts. I pad into the large, state-of-the-art kitchen. The sleek stainless steel appliances gleam in the moonlight. I run a hand along the smooth quartz countertops, marveling at how spacious and well-equipped it is. So different from the tiny, cramped kitchen at the Carters’ house.
