thigh as his fingers worked against me. I writhed on the bed, unable to suppress the moans and gasps that he drew out of me. Damien grinned as I cried out "Oh God!"
"Damn, Cleo," he said, leaning forward. I could feel his warm breath roll against my pussy. "You want it bad, don't you?"
His lips pressed against my thigh, just an inch away from where they needed to be. It drove me crazy. And worse, he knew it.
"Please," I groaned, barely able to stand it anymore.
Fine. I couldn't resist him anymore, not while he was stroking me like that.
"Good girl," Damian breathed, his hot breath caressing my thigh.
God, I loved it when he said that.
Suddenly, Damien's tongue plunged between my legs. I gasped and tried to sit up, overwhelmed by the sensation. His strong arms grabbed my legs and forced me down, keeping my body still so there was no way I could escape the pleasure.
My eyes rolled back into my head as his tongue whipped against me, giving me the pleasure he had denied me for so long. My fingers laced through his hair, and I pulled his head closer to me. Groans escaped his lips as he licked me, and the vibrations made it feel amazing. Damien's tongue flicked against my clit, and I gasped.
"God, you taste good," he growled. "You're close, aren't you?"
I couldn't answer. I could resist my orgasm when it was just his fingers, but now? There was no way I could resist Damien Blackwood's mouth. It was impossible.
"Beg for it," he ordered.
Oh hell no.
But trembles were wracking my body, and I couldn't resist much longer. I needed it, and I needed it bad. With a frustrated groan, I threw my head back, giving up.
"Please," I gasped. "I need it. I need to come."
Damien smiled against my thigh.
His head plunged forward, and he sucked on my clit hard.
With a moan, I felt my orgasm crash over me hard and fast. I thrashed underneath him, gasping and twitching as his arms held me down on the bed. When we were teenagers, he was good in bed.
Now, when he was a man?
He was a fucking god.
As I floated down from my orgasm, Damien crawled on top of me, trailing small kisses along my breasts and neck. I panted underneath him, still breathless.
"Don't stop," I whimpered.
I needed him. All of him.
He grinned and kissed my collarbone. I felt him position himself at my entrance.
"Admit you want it."
"Go fuck yourself," I said breathlessly. I couldn't believe he had made me beg once. No way in hell I was going to do it twice in a row.
Damien snorted and glanced up at me again, kissing my lips lightly.
"Just say it, Cleo. ‘I need it.' You know you want to."
“Fuck me,” I ordered.
I didn’t care what had happened when we were teenagers. All I cared about was the warm pulse between my legs, aching to have Damien inside me again. Every nerve in my body screamed out for me to grab him by the throat, throw him on the bed, and use his body the way I desperately needed to. Or, better yet, let him use me.
Damien bent his head down, brushing his lips against my ear.
“Remember what I said?”
“What?” I gasped raggedly. Goddamn, couldn’t he shut his mouth for five seconds and just fuck me? I really needed to give him some lessons in obeying his superiors.
Damien nipped my earlobe, sending another surge of orgasmic sparks through my body. His warm breath brushed against my neck as he kissed it.
“I told you, Cleo,” he whispered. “Before you fuck me, you’re going to have to beg for it.”
I rolled my eyes, but at that moment, his thumb massaged my clit.
I groaned as another shudder of pleasure rocked my body.
I knew he was right.
I did need it. I ached to have him inside me, and the waves of pleasure coursing through my body were desperate to have him give me what I needed. I could barely think, and my hair was damp and tangled with sweat as I gasped underneath him.
Goddamnit, I
"Damn, Cleo," he said, leaning forward. I could feel his warm breath roll against my pussy. "You want it bad, don't you?"
His lips pressed against my thigh, just an inch away from where they needed to be. It drove me crazy. And worse, he knew it.
"Please," I groaned, barely able to stand it anymore.
Fine. I couldn't resist him anymore, not while he was stroking me like that.
"Good girl," Damian breathed, his hot breath caressing my thigh.
God, I loved it when he said that.
Suddenly, Damien's tongue plunged between my legs. I gasped and tried to sit up, overwhelmed by the sensation. His strong arms grabbed my legs and forced me down, keeping my body still so there was no way I could escape the pleasure.
My eyes rolled back into my head as his tongue whipped against me, giving me the pleasure he had denied me for so long. My fingers laced through his hair, and I pulled his head closer to me. Groans escaped his lips as he licked me, and the vibrations made it feel amazing. Damien's tongue flicked against my clit, and I gasped.
"God, you taste good," he growled. "You're close, aren't you?"
I couldn't answer. I could resist my orgasm when it was just his fingers, but now? There was no way I could resist Damien Blackwood's mouth. It was impossible.
"Beg for it," he ordered.
Oh hell no.
But trembles were wracking my body, and I couldn't resist much longer. I needed it, and I needed it bad. With a frustrated groan, I threw my head back, giving up.
"Please," I gasped. "I need it. I need to come."
Damien smiled against my thigh.
His head plunged forward, and he sucked on my clit hard.
With a moan, I felt my orgasm crash over me hard and fast. I thrashed underneath him, gasping and twitching as his arms held me down on the bed. When we were teenagers, he was good in bed.
Now, when he was a man?
He was a fucking god.
As I floated down from my orgasm, Damien crawled on top of me, trailing small kisses along my breasts and neck. I panted underneath him, still breathless.
"Don't stop," I whimpered.
I needed him. All of him.
He grinned and kissed my collarbone. I felt him position himself at my entrance.
"Admit you want it."
"Go fuck yourself," I said breathlessly. I couldn't believe he had made me beg once. No way in hell I was going to do it twice in a row.
Damien snorted and glanced up at me again, kissing my lips lightly.
"Just say it, Cleo. ‘I need it.' You know you want to."
“Fuck me,” I ordered.
I didn’t care what had happened when we were teenagers. All I cared about was the warm pulse between my legs, aching to have Damien inside me again. Every nerve in my body screamed out for me to grab him by the throat, throw him on the bed, and use his body the way I desperately needed to. Or, better yet, let him use me.
Damien bent his head down, brushing his lips against my ear.
“Remember what I said?”
“What?” I gasped raggedly. Goddamn, couldn’t he shut his mouth for five seconds and just fuck me? I really needed to give him some lessons in obeying his superiors.
Damien nipped my earlobe, sending another surge of orgasmic sparks through my body. His warm breath brushed against my neck as he kissed it.
“I told you, Cleo,” he whispered. “Before you fuck me, you’re going to have to beg for it.”
I rolled my eyes, but at that moment, his thumb massaged my clit.
I groaned as another shudder of pleasure rocked my body.
I knew he was right.
I did need it. I ached to have him inside me, and the waves of pleasure coursing through my body were desperate to have him give me what I needed. I could barely think, and my hair was damp and tangled with sweat as I gasped underneath him.
Goddamnit, I
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