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He holds me tightly by the waist, then he goes in. All in. His thumb is putting pressure on my clit, and it stays there, the whole time, while he eats me.
He’s licking my pussy, he’s sucking. He’s tormenting my inside walls with his tongue, and I’m squirming, eager to come. My legs keep writhing but he controls them, doing to my body what he wants it to do.
I obey because I want so badly to come. I really, really do.
“Please let me come. . .”
My voice. I don’t recognize it. I sound like a desperate vixen.Then... in case I wasn’t tortured enough, he starts releasing his thumb over my clit and pressing down again.
All while laving my folds with his God-blessed lips.
He’s not mortal, this man. Damon’s something,somethingelse.
I moan and grab his hair as his tongue spins inside of me. I feel the movementeverywhere.
Then he thumbs my clit again, his fingers replacing his tongue deep within me while he lavishes my thigh with warm kisses.
“Oh Damon . . .Damon. . .”
I swiftly look up but his hand grabs my chin, forcing me to lock eyes with him instead. He’s still pumping his fingers inside, thumbing my clit.
I’m even more turned on. The sight... of him and his abs... and his eyes... and his disheveled hair... doing this to me, to my body. I look down and see all the effort he’s putting into this.
“Give me your cum, Gemma . . .”
I do. I’m trembling, shaking, like an out-of-body experience. Like this isn’t real. Like it couldn’t ever be this good. I feel the tremor inside, the muscles of my pussy tightening around his fingers.
And I’m pulsing. Plummeting. Somewhere. In the dark. With Damon.
Wherever he’s taking me—I’m following. I’m coming.
Hard.
I can’t even stop myself from closing my eyes as this sexual energy releases out of me. I never knew my moans could be this loud.
I hit a higher wave before I crash.
When I open my eyes, my breathing is still ragged from the experience. There’s a small tug at the side of his lips, almost like a smirk, but not quite there.
Then he pulls his fingers out of me, coating my cream onthe inside of my thigh. He’s writing something with my wetness, and I can’t make out the word.
Sated. Completely and utterly sated.
“What’s the word?” I ask. His other hand joins mine, our fingers playing with each other. He gets up and scoots me to the side of the chair. Then he sits down, and I’m crawling all over him, arms around his neck.
“Lone. I never thought I’d meet someone like you... we’re alike in many ways.” He’s brushing my hair out of my face, and I’m eating out the palm of his hand. Listening to every word. All of them—Every vowel. “You remind me of a lone wolf... You don’t have to try hard, Gemma, you justare.”
A weird expression covers his face as he tells me this, and I don’t know what to make of it.
From the Damon who warns me off, to this one who keeps pulling me close, closer.
“And lone because you’re you—unique.” His eyes break our staring spell. “Gemma, I hope the man you’re with treats you good... really good.”
He grazes his knuckles beneath my jaw and then I’m kissing him, silencing him because I’m afraid of what I’ll admit if I answer him. And because I hate seeing the pain in his eyes and not knowing why it’s there.
I’m falling so quickly, Damon. Are you?
