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“But do you know what I’ve been fantasizing about the most?” he asks, removing his lips from my skin as his eyes meet mine. “I’ve been dreaming of that pussy, Sunshine. And wondering if it tastes as good as I remember.”
I moan at the words because his dirty talk is something I’ve loved from the moment we met.
Before I have a chance to say anything, he’s down on his knees, and those talented fingers of his are sliding under the hem of my dress. His breath is ragged against my thighs, and my legs begin to shake in anticipation.
“Damon, should we be doing this?” I ask breathlessly. Because although my body loves this, my mind is throwing up all kinds of warning signs, making me second-guess everything. All I get is a grunt in response as he begins to reveal the white lace panties I wear that hide absolutely nothing.
“Fuck, baby. It is not okay for you to wear these when you’re around anyone but me. Okay? I won’t be able to take it.”
Just as I go to say something, his mouth finds my clit through the lace, and I’m lost. The grunts that leave my mouth are almost inhuman, and I lean heavily against the door for support. My hands search for something to hold onto, but I find nothing, so I tangle them in his hair.
“Damon. We need to talk,” I say through clenched teeth, his tongue dragging along my slit through the fabric. I almost beg for him to just take them off, but my brain takes over.
“Damon!” I yell, pulling his hair and making him meet my eyes. “We need to talk. We don’t even know each other.”
A sexy smirk appears on his face, and my heart rate picks up, knowing that smile is trouble. He gets up off the floor, then leans one hand against the door beside my head as the other cups the edge of my jaw.
“My name is Damon Cunningham, I’m thirty-two years old, I like action movies, Thai food, and my favorite color is orange.” My mouth hangs open, trying to remember any of those details because the whole time he was talking, I was trying not to think about what his mouth felt like against me.
“Is that enough info for now, Sunshine?” he whispers, leaning in close. I close my eyes as his lips trace the shell of my ear. “You better tell me yours so I can get back on my knees and feast on that pussy of yours.”
I groan as he sinks to the floor once again, but this time, he takes the edges of my panties and slowly traces my skin with his fingers. I blow out a breath as he hooks the fabric and slowly pulls the lace off my body.
Once I’m completely bared to him, he looks up, his hooded eyes meeting mine. “I’m waiting, baby.” For a split second, I’m confused at what he’s talking about because his fingers are skimming the sides of my pussy, making my mind go blank of anything but the need coursing through me.
“Clara,” he commands, and I snap back to reality.
“My name is Clara Simmons, I’m twenty-seven, I love Marvel movies, McDonald’s, and my favorite color is coral.” I get it all out in one breath. When I finish, I look down to see a full smile on his face.
“It’s nice to meet you, Clara Simmons,” he says just before his mouth latches on to my pussy lips, making me moan. His tongue is fucking magic as he circles my clit, making me crazy but never giving me the release I need. Just as I’m about to scream at him, he backs away, getting up off the floor.
“Wha—?” I stammer as he pulls me toward him, his lips landing on mine. I can taste my arousal, and it spurs me on. I push him back toward the bed, and the minute he sits on the edge of the mattress, my fingers move for his belt.
“Sunshine…” he groans as my hands undo his pants. I’m surprised to find that he’s not wearing any underwear. I arch an eyebrow.
“They get in the way,” he says matter-of-factly, and I smirk.
“Lucky me,” I murmur as I take out his cock and groan at the sight. He’s smooth, hard, and bigger than I remember. God, I can’t wait to feel him inside me again.
“You will, Sunshine,” he groans as I look at his eyes. Apparently, I said that last bit out loud. The laughter in his gaze makes me smile at him. I want nothing more than to taste him right now, but my need to feel him plunge inside me takes over.
“Condom?” I ask as he pulls one out of his pants’ pocket. I try not to think about why that’s in there in the first place and instead concentrate on the show in front of me. He takes the condom out of its package and rolls it down his hardened cock. I’m mesmerized.
“Come here, gorgeous,” he says, taking my hands and pulling me so my legs straddle his. His dark eyes bore into mine, and everything changes. We’re not rushed like we were in the supply closet. This time, we’re alone in a locked room. This time, we know who we’re fucking. And, boy, does it make a difference. I lift each leg so I’m astride him completely, then take his cock in my hand and lower myself until he’s at my entrance.
“Last chance,” I tease just before he leans back and uses his free hand to pull me with him.
“Fuck me, Sunshine. I’ve dreamed of this pussy, and I need to remember what it feels like. My fantasies aren’t enough anymore.” With that, I sink onto him in one stroke, making us both groan in pleasure.
“Damon,” I moan as he pulls my forehead to his, our eyes locking.
“I know, baby. Fuck, you feel amazing.”
It’s true. It’s better than the first time. It’s better than anything I have ever felt, and I know I need more. My hips begin to move, and with each pass, Damon’s fingers dig harder into my neck. Before long, I set a rhythm, and everything shifts into overdrive.
“Yes! Yes, right there,” I scream as his cock hits that spot inside that sets my skin on fire. My movements begin to falter the closer I get to my climax, and Damon notices.
“I got you, Sunshine,” he says as he flips us like nothing, pounding into me as if I’m his last drink of water.
