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I shake my head and bring his lips back to mine.
“I don’t care. Damon...” I continue my thrusts, and he lets out a feral grunt, looking at the ceiling like he’s praying to his god that I’ll stop. “Damon, last time you asked me to give you my cum—and I did. Now, I’m asking you to give me yours.Please.”
He pushes up the bottom of my dress to my waist. I’m naked underneath. It’ll be easy, so easy, for him to slip in. I’m more wet than I’ve ever been in my entire life.
My breast is removed from its red cup as Damon sucks and pulls on my nipple ring.
And then he thrusts into me—hard. It’s as if light shines through me, overriding all the obscurity. It’s the connection between me and him, the passion we share between us. It’s strong, stronger now, and not easily thrown away.
“You make me lose my shit, Gemma!”
I feel his kisses all over, the pull of his fingers on my nipple ring as he thrusts into me, harder and harder and harder.
Oh, my fucking God.
Why, oh why, did I deny myself this for years? Was I waiting for the ultimate prize? Damon sure seems like it. Damongetsme. He infuriates me. He drives me mad. But he believes in me. He challenges me.
I feel closer to him already, and the future scares me.
He shuts up my moans with his mouth, his hand roughlyholding on to my jaw. He’s everywhere—he’s so hard—his thrusts so deep. It’s going to hurt tomorrow; I can feel how tight I am but my pussy is overjoyed, sucking him in, refusing to let go.
The friction, the warmth, the energy.
Thechemistrybetween us.
“I’m not good for you, baby...”Baby, it sounds foreign on his lips and I love it. I’m nailing his neck with my fingertips, my heels digging into his back to bring him closer to me, deeper, further and further and further until all I see, feel, and taste is Damon.
“I’m not good for you, and you’re not good for me.” He bites my neck, and I’m breathing so frantically I can’t even answer him. “You make me lose control... I can’tfuckinglose control like this.”
I don’t like hearing that we’re not good for each other. So I collide my lips against his, silencing him. I shut out his words—I don’t want to hear them.
“Make me lose control, Damon.Please.Make me lose control.”
“Fuck!” He flips us around so that his back is against the wall. His hands wrap around my waist tightly, and his thrusts grow quicker and quicker—he’s fucking me too hard and fast.
My mind has turned to nothing. Nothing. It’s shut off. It’s not dark, though; it’s light. I feel the light, thishigh.
I miss this feeling.
He pulls out of me, throwing me on the counter, pushing his fingers inside of me. He bites my clit sostupidlyhard that when his cock plunges back inside and his hand grasps onto my neck, it moves mountains deep in my core. I’m coming, shaking, thrashing all over him, loudly moaning his name.
“Come inside . . . I want . . . tofeelyou.”
I hear his loud and powerfulnobut my pussy clamps around him, pulsing and tightening as I ride out my orgasm. He groans and kisses me, and I lose myself in this man, seriously lose myselfin him—all mind, body, and soul when he makes me come again as I feel him spreading his cum inside of me.
My head hits the mirror behind me. I’m shaking, my body throbbing. I can tell by the look in his eyes he doesn’t fully grasp what just happened.
His eyes are dark, hating. Will he hate me after this? Or will he come back for more?
I can’t breathe. I’m still in this post-orgasm state of mind.
We stare at each other, and he looks pissed. He looks as if he’s drowning too. He’s mad, so mad as he stares at his cum trickling down my leg. He tucks himself back in and zips up his black trousers.
Then he does the unthinkable and pulls out his wallet, handing me a one-hundred-dollar bill.
“Plan B. Get the pill.”
I’m stunned, really. I know what I asked of him was risky, but he’s staring at me like I’m a trickster with magical abilities.
