Wicked Game: a Billionaire Stepbrother Romance by Bella Scully Page A
Authors: Bella Scully
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did need this!
My fingers dug into his ass as I tried to pull him into me.
Damien's strong arm caught mine and wrenched it off. "No, not that again," he chuckled. "I remember that old move. You're going to have to say it first."
Did he remember our first time right down to the awkward virgin moves? Interesting. I'd have to think about that when I wasn't desperate, crazy, and breathless on the edge of an orgasm. Frustrated, I let out an angry groan.
"Damien, goddamnit, fuck me!"
"Say it."
I squeezed my eyes shut. "Please," I groaned. "I want it."
"You want it, or you need it?"
My eyes opened to find his gazing down at me. His eyes were on fire with hunger for me, and I could see that cocky smile had disappeared. Now his expression was serious again. My fingers bit into the hard muscle of his arm as I looked into his eyes.
"I need it," I moaned.
He grinned.
"Good girl."
He kissed my lips as his cock plunged into me.
"Damien!" I cried.
I had forgotten how big he was. How good he felt inside me as his hips bucked against mine. I gasped and buried my face in his neck as he grinded slowly against me.
"Fuck, Cleo," he grunted. "I forgot how good you feel."
I wanted to say the same out loud, but I couldn't say anything. I had completely lost my mind with the pleasure. His warm, muscled body rocked on top of mine, and his strong arms forced me to him so there wasn't an inch of space between us. He leaned down and sucked on one breast, his tongue flicking against the hard nipple.
I threw my head back, feeling the fire rise in me. I had never felt this good.
Damien's deep groans rumbled in my ear as he fucked me, and I could feel his heart racing in his chest. His hips bucked harder into me, and his thumb reached down again to massage my clit. I whimpered into his neck as the pleasure built in me again.
"Fuck, Cleo, you're so fucking good," he growled. He glanced up at me, studying my face desperately. "Tell me this is good for you," he whispered, kissing my throat. "Tell me how to make you come."
All I could spit out was one order:
"Harder."
Damien's hips rocked against mine hard and fast, and I panted into his neck. Oh God, oh God, oh God. My fingers clawed his back as he pounded into me the way I needed. All those ridiculous wet dreams I had had about him were nothing on this. I bit down on my lip, afraid my screaming would wake the whole mansion up.
Damien didn't seem to mind. Every time another moan escaped my lips, his hips would buck into me harder. "I love it when you make those noises," he groaned.
Hell, he had me close already. Trembling sparks of electricity were building in my body, ready to explode at any minute. Damien's deep voice, grunting and moaning in my ear, built them up even more. His thumb pressed hard against my clit, and I could feel myself trembling at the edge. I buried my face harder into his neck, unable to speak, moan, or even breathe anymore. All I could do was be shaken by the pleasure of it.
"Come," he ordered,
Hard and fast, I came again, this time with Damien inside me. I had never had an orgasm this intense, and I clawed his back as I choked out an "Oh God!" Damien held me tight to him as I thrashed underneath his grasp. His hips bucked harder and erratically as I moaned in his ear.
"Jesus, Cleo," he growled.
Unable to resist any longer, he came.
His body collapsed beside me on the bed.
Either five minutes or five years later, I managed to regain semi-consciousness. Limp and sore, I propped myself up on the bed. My fingers caught in my tangled hair, and every limb in my body felt as weak and wobbly as Jello.
Damn, he was good.
Damien was lying back on the pillows, already half asleep. His fingers ran lightly along the side of my thigh, bringing me back to reality. The poor man looked dead.
He glanced at me with heavy-lidded eyes and
My fingers dug into his ass as I tried to pull him into me.
Damien's strong arm caught mine and wrenched it off. "No, not that again," he chuckled. "I remember that old move. You're going to have to say it first."
Did he remember our first time right down to the awkward virgin moves? Interesting. I'd have to think about that when I wasn't desperate, crazy, and breathless on the edge of an orgasm. Frustrated, I let out an angry groan.
"Damien, goddamnit, fuck me!"
"Say it."
I squeezed my eyes shut. "Please," I groaned. "I want it."
"You want it, or you need it?"
My eyes opened to find his gazing down at me. His eyes were on fire with hunger for me, and I could see that cocky smile had disappeared. Now his expression was serious again. My fingers bit into the hard muscle of his arm as I looked into his eyes.
"I need it," I moaned.
He grinned.
"Good girl."
He kissed my lips as his cock plunged into me.
"Damien!" I cried.
I had forgotten how big he was. How good he felt inside me as his hips bucked against mine. I gasped and buried my face in his neck as he grinded slowly against me.
"Fuck, Cleo," he grunted. "I forgot how good you feel."
I wanted to say the same out loud, but I couldn't say anything. I had completely lost my mind with the pleasure. His warm, muscled body rocked on top of mine, and his strong arms forced me to him so there wasn't an inch of space between us. He leaned down and sucked on one breast, his tongue flicking against the hard nipple.
I threw my head back, feeling the fire rise in me. I had never felt this good.
Damien's deep groans rumbled in my ear as he fucked me, and I could feel his heart racing in his chest. His hips bucked harder into me, and his thumb reached down again to massage my clit. I whimpered into his neck as the pleasure built in me again.
"Fuck, Cleo, you're so fucking good," he growled. He glanced up at me, studying my face desperately. "Tell me this is good for you," he whispered, kissing my throat. "Tell me how to make you come."
All I could spit out was one order:
"Harder."
Damien's hips rocked against mine hard and fast, and I panted into his neck. Oh God, oh God, oh God. My fingers clawed his back as he pounded into me the way I needed. All those ridiculous wet dreams I had had about him were nothing on this. I bit down on my lip, afraid my screaming would wake the whole mansion up.
Damien didn't seem to mind. Every time another moan escaped my lips, his hips would buck into me harder. "I love it when you make those noises," he groaned.
Hell, he had me close already. Trembling sparks of electricity were building in my body, ready to explode at any minute. Damien's deep voice, grunting and moaning in my ear, built them up even more. His thumb pressed hard against my clit, and I could feel myself trembling at the edge. I buried my face harder into his neck, unable to speak, moan, or even breathe anymore. All I could do was be shaken by the pleasure of it.
"Come," he ordered,
Hard and fast, I came again, this time with Damien inside me. I had never had an orgasm this intense, and I clawed his back as I choked out an "Oh God!" Damien held me tight to him as I thrashed underneath his grasp. His hips bucked harder and erratically as I moaned in his ear.
"Jesus, Cleo," he growled.
Unable to resist any longer, he came.
His body collapsed beside me on the bed.
Either five minutes or five years later, I managed to regain semi-consciousness. Limp and sore, I propped myself up on the bed. My fingers caught in my tangled hair, and every limb in my body felt as weak and wobbly as Jello.
Damn, he was good.
Damien was lying back on the pillows, already half asleep. His fingers ran lightly along the side of my thigh, bringing me back to reality. The poor man looked dead.
He glanced at me with heavy-lidded eyes and
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