AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“No, it’s okay, seriously.”
“Gemma,” he looks up as if needing patience to deal with me. “Let me help you this way.”
Silence reigns between us. We’re nothing but loud exhales, lusty eyes, and racing hearts.
“Okay,” I say, knowing that I could use a helping hand, especially since Gia’s expecting. “Thank you.”
“You’ll be solely mine from now on?”
“Yours.” I swallow as he presses his thumb underneath my jaw. My breasts are perking up against his chest, my nipple ring being teased deliciously.
“You know, I saw men staring at your tit during our meeting this morning.” He pulls on my pierced nipple, covering my mouth with his hand when I let out a soft moan. “We can see the shape of your piercing through your blouse.”
I’m wearing a tank top underneath my blouse, but my bra today isn’t padded, so it remains obvious.
“Your point?”
His hand vises around my neck, my pulse quickening in response.
My thong is soaked, and the skirt I wore today is loose and flowy, which means he has an easy pathway to relieve me of this anguish.
Finally, his other hand rubs the back of my thigh, reaching for my ass. “The thought of other men lusting after you drives me crazy.”
He palms my ass.
I feel dazed and drugged, gripping his thighs for balance. “Damon.” I turn around, my ass writhing against him.
He curses, and I feel his tie across my mouth, while he fastens it at the back of my head. He pulls on the tie, the material laying in strings on my back, my entire body arching and ready to submit to his.
“Where should I put my dick first?” His thumb pushes underneath the tie and inside my mouth, rubbing saliva all over my lips. Then his hand moves to the front of my blouse, the air chilling my skin as my blouse parts. “Or here?” He removes my pierced tit from my bra, his thumb rimming circles around it.
“Imagine your piercing rubbing against my cock, Gemma.”
Oh, my God.
I’m going to die.
He’s torturing me with this pleasure, and I’m going to die, my body full of lust.
“Let’s not forget this.” His hand reaches underneath my skirt and my thong. He groans as his lips kiss the back of my neck.
The thrill of being gagged brings me unknown pleasure. And the fact that any second someone could knock on that door—a rare occurrence but not an impossible one.
All I can do is feel him. Feel his hands all over the pressure points of my body. Smell his cologne rendering me light-headed.
His fingers fill my sex. “You’re completely drenched, Gemma.”
Whimpers radiate through my throat. His hand covering my mouth makes me want to be fucked by him so bad, I’ll collapse from the wait.
Damon’s alluring in all his capacity.
His voice. His smell. His taste. His looks. His touch.
“I think my cock favors your pussy.” His raspy voice fills the room in a soft murmur. I rub myself against him, enticing him to act on his fantasies.
A pull on the tie forces my head to tilt back. When he thrusts inside of me, I let out a throaty moan against the material in my mouth. Cold air hits my upper body as he removes my blouse.
I’m so fantastically high from having Damon’s fingers inside me; there’s nothing but my senses working overdrive. No grief,no sadness, no sorrows to drown in. I’m bathing in desire, and I’m not ready to lose sight of this sex-crazed state.
