pants with ease and push them to
floor. His hard cock peeks out from the top of his underwear and
lies heavily against his lower stomach. I edge his boxer briefs
down his hips, revealing inch after delicious inch. Every vein is
pulsing, causing his heavy cock to twitch with each beat of his
heart. I take it in my hand and give it one tentative stroke.
Leaning in, I push his boxers to the floor and run the tip of my
tongue from root to tip, swirling lightly across the top of the
wide head. Damon groans deep and low in his chest and leans his
head back against the couch, fisting the pillows on either
side.
I suck the tip of him into my mouth and take him
as deep as I can manage. The head of his cock butts against the
back of my throat with each pass. He whimpers and his hands move to
cup my head, his fingers tangling into my hair. His skin is silky
soft against my tongue and I take my time exploring every ridge and
vein of his cock. The feel and taste of him on my tongue is a heady
combination that has me aching to be filled. He thrusts his hips
and I take as much of him as I can, stopping every once in a while
to look up at him. Apparently the sight of a girl on her knees
sucking cock is even better when she makes eye contact, because as
soon as I do, he sucks in a breath through gritted teeth. His body
tenses and he tugs my hair. With a jerk and a guttural moan, he
comes deep in my throat. I’m pleased with myself as I swallow every
drop and take my sweet time licking him clean.
“Come here,” he orders. His cheeks are stained
pink and he’s breathing hard and fast.
I comply, standing slowly and stretching
languorously before climbing on top of him. My opening hovers just
over his still erect cock.
He grips my chin between his thumb and
forefinger. “Next time you say something about Handy Andy ,
just remember whose cock has claimed that filthy mouth of yours.”
His words have me even hotter for him and before I can say a word,
he positions himself at my wet opening and pulls me down on him.
The exquisite feel of him driving deep into me, inch by velvety
inch, steals my breath.
“Now, get yourself off.” He interlocks his
fingers behind his head and watches me with heavy eyes.
I glance down at our connection, watching his
cock disappear over and over into my body. It’s fucking perfect. My
body accepts him so readily. I press my hand to my lower stomach,
reveling in the feeling of physical completeness. His eyes follow
my hand to my stomach then come back to meet mine. I grind my hips
into his then begin to move up and down. I lean forward to grip the
back of the couch, rubbing my clit gloriously against him. Damon’s
hands go to my breasts, squeezing them almost painfully and
tweaking my nipples. He leans forward to suck them and it sends a
zap through me, making me grind harder on him. I moan as I approach
release.
“Don’t stop,” he growls through gritted teeth,
burying his face between my breasts. “Please. Don’t stop!”
A momentous surge of energy rips through me,
stealing my breath as it goes. I throw my head back in ecstasy.
“Fuck!” I cry out, my body clenching around his length over and
over. I ride out my orgasm for everything its worth.
Damon’s hands go to my hips. His fingers dig in
as he makes another hard thrust and then comes apart. I feel him
jolt as he empties himself deep within me again. God, he’s
amazing.
“Look at me.” He grips my jaw, forcing me to
look him in the eyes before I’ve recovered. “No games.”
I nod, knowing full well what he means. “If you
fucked her, I don’t want to see her around. At all.”
He taps my hip with his hand. It’s my cue to get
off of him. So much for that moment. I ease him out of me
and get to my feet. Damon stands up and tucks himself in his pants
and gets zipped up.
“It was one time and it doesn’t matter. Tell
Brian to help you find another designer, if you want, but I won’t
discuss it anymore. And I don’t want you
floor. His hard cock peeks out from the top of his underwear and
lies heavily against his lower stomach. I edge his boxer briefs
down his hips, revealing inch after delicious inch. Every vein is
pulsing, causing his heavy cock to twitch with each beat of his
heart. I take it in my hand and give it one tentative stroke.
Leaning in, I push his boxers to the floor and run the tip of my
tongue from root to tip, swirling lightly across the top of the
wide head. Damon groans deep and low in his chest and leans his
head back against the couch, fisting the pillows on either
side.
I suck the tip of him into my mouth and take him
as deep as I can manage. The head of his cock butts against the
back of my throat with each pass. He whimpers and his hands move to
cup my head, his fingers tangling into my hair. His skin is silky
soft against my tongue and I take my time exploring every ridge and
vein of his cock. The feel and taste of him on my tongue is a heady
combination that has me aching to be filled. He thrusts his hips
and I take as much of him as I can, stopping every once in a while
to look up at him. Apparently the sight of a girl on her knees
sucking cock is even better when she makes eye contact, because as
soon as I do, he sucks in a breath through gritted teeth. His body
tenses and he tugs my hair. With a jerk and a guttural moan, he
comes deep in my throat. I’m pleased with myself as I swallow every
drop and take my sweet time licking him clean.
“Come here,” he orders. His cheeks are stained
pink and he’s breathing hard and fast.
I comply, standing slowly and stretching
languorously before climbing on top of him. My opening hovers just
over his still erect cock.
He grips my chin between his thumb and
forefinger. “Next time you say something about Handy Andy ,
just remember whose cock has claimed that filthy mouth of yours.”
His words have me even hotter for him and before I can say a word,
he positions himself at my wet opening and pulls me down on him.
The exquisite feel of him driving deep into me, inch by velvety
inch, steals my breath.
“Now, get yourself off.” He interlocks his
fingers behind his head and watches me with heavy eyes.
I glance down at our connection, watching his
cock disappear over and over into my body. It’s fucking perfect. My
body accepts him so readily. I press my hand to my lower stomach,
reveling in the feeling of physical completeness. His eyes follow
my hand to my stomach then come back to meet mine. I grind my hips
into his then begin to move up and down. I lean forward to grip the
back of the couch, rubbing my clit gloriously against him. Damon’s
hands go to my breasts, squeezing them almost painfully and
tweaking my nipples. He leans forward to suck them and it sends a
zap through me, making me grind harder on him. I moan as I approach
release.
“Don’t stop,” he growls through gritted teeth,
burying his face between my breasts. “Please. Don’t stop!”
A momentous surge of energy rips through me,
stealing my breath as it goes. I throw my head back in ecstasy.
“Fuck!” I cry out, my body clenching around his length over and
over. I ride out my orgasm for everything its worth.
Damon’s hands go to my hips. His fingers dig in
as he makes another hard thrust and then comes apart. I feel him
jolt as he empties himself deep within me again. God, he’s
amazing.
“Look at me.” He grips my jaw, forcing me to
look him in the eyes before I’ve recovered. “No games.”
I nod, knowing full well what he means. “If you
fucked her, I don’t want to see her around. At all.”
He taps my hip with his hand. It’s my cue to get
off of him. So much for that moment. I ease him out of me
and get to my feet. Damon stands up and tucks himself in his pants
and gets zipped up.
“It was one time and it doesn’t matter. Tell
Brian to help you find another designer, if you want, but I won’t
discuss it anymore. And I don’t want you
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