Page 17 of Damian’s Conquest

This time, he slowly rolled off her. “Fuck!” He’d never felt anything so breathtaking. Quickly, he rid himself of the used condom, and turned back to Naomi to pull her into his arms. “You okay? I didn’t take you too hard, did I?”

“You kidding?” She breathed hard. “That was amazing.”

Damian let out a contented laugh. “Good. So I guess that means I met your challenge.”

“And then some,” she admitted.

He pulled her onto him, and her legs fell open to either side of his hips, while her heavy breasts flattened against his chest, and she nuzzled her face in his neck.

“You liked that bite?”

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Naomi contemplated Damian’s question. “It didn’t feel like a bite.” She put her hand to the spot where she’d felt his teeth only minutes earlier, but her skin seemed unbroken. “It doesn’t even feel sore.”

“Tell me what it felt like for you,” he demanded.

She didn’t even know how to describe it. “I can’t compare it to anything else I’ve ever felt. All I could feel was your cock inside me, and a sensation as if you were licking my clit at the same time. I know it makes no sense, and it’s not possible, but it’s—”

“It doesn’t have to make sense. I’m happy to hear that you enjoyed it. I did too. You made me come twice.”

Naomi sat up and looked down at him. She’d sensed him spasming twice inside her, but had thought she was wrong. “I thought men don’t have multiple orgasms.”

Damian smirked, and his eyes sparkled in a beautiful blue. “Guess you allowing me this little roleplaying turned me on so much that I just had to come twice.”

Then she suddenly noticed something. “Your eyes.”

“What about them?”

“Earlier tonight they were golden and then red. When did you take out your colored contact lenses?”

“I didn’t.”

“But now your eyes are blue.”

“It’s special lenses that change color depending on which way the light hits them.”

He sat up and put his arm around her back then turned his head slightly, and suddenly there was a golden hue in his irises.

“Wow. You really went all out with your costume.”

“So did you.” He pressed a sweet kiss to her lips. “Your Little Red Riding Hood costume made me wanna be the big bad wolf.”

“I thought you were playing vampire.”

“Same thing: creatures with sharp teeth.”

She dropped her gaze to the spot between their bodies, where Damian’s cock stood erect again. “And apparently rampant cocks.”

He winked at her, and suddenly looked even younger than she guessed him to be. “Care to help alleviate that condition?”

She cocked her head, becoming more confident by the second. “How?”

“By riding me like Lady Godiva,” he suggested. “So I can get my fill of your pretty tits.”

She noticed the way he looked at her, and not just at her breasts. At all of her. As if he really meant what he’d said: that he thought she was perfect. As if she were his equal in beauty. And now he was suggesting that she ride him. It had never been her favorite position, because it meant that she couldn’t hide her body. Everything would be on display, every ounce of her. But the lusting look Damian now raked over her made her forget about all her body’s imperfections.

“What do you say?” he prompted her, and she realized that she’d been silent for too long.