‘I’m not going home, not really.’
Potter’s voice on the TV tells me we’ve officially missed the whole movie.
She sucks my thumb … hard … like she sucked my cock and my dick expands to bursting. Stuck in some thick lustful trance, I pull out my thumb, spread her legs some more, and line up my cock. She doesn’t move, except for the quick rise and fall of her back.
“You ready?” I ask, not sure what I will do if she says no. I’m not sure I can turn back. I hate this loss of control. But it’s also invigorating.
“Yes.” Thank hell. I slip in, feeling her juices cover my nude penis. I push until I can’t go any further. I stop for a beat and slowly pull out. Mel whimpers and tries to circle her hips. I enter her again. This feels so fucking good. Going slow I fuck her from behind. In. Out.
“Oh, please, Damion, please,” she is desperate. I continue the slow torture.
“Grimm,” she suddenly shouts out, “I’m going to fucking kill you!” I stop and kiss her neck.
“So aggressive,” I say, “I like it.” She tushes up her butt, taking me by surprise and I grumble her name. I increase my rhythm, my need over the edge. Her body responds and I feel her insides tremble.
No baby, not yet. I have other plans.
I pull out and roll over, dragging her over me.
“What are you doing, asshole?”
I shift her hips and let her cradle me.
“I want to see your tits hop while you ride me.” Her face goes blank, then colors a delicious rosy pink hue. Without further ado, I push her down and sink her wet opening over my rampant shaft.
This woman can truly send me to hell and heaven at the same time. I lift her hips with my hands, my fingers cupping her ass, and bring her down, again and again, until she’s riding my cock like a rodeo horse, moaning softly with each thrust, eyes closed. She’s so tight around me, pumping me hard and deep, watching her tits bounce, is probably the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.
I roll my hips upward, needing to bury myself deeper in her wetness and pull out, feeling her slickness bathe me with her feminine juices. I lift my torso from the bed.
“Cum for me,” I growl in her neck, plowing in and out, holding her hips. She’s on the edge. Her body stiffens and trembles, and she shouts out as her orgasm rips through her. Her muscles contract and the walls of her vagina constrict around my dick, pulling me in. That is enough to send me over the cliff and down the deep end, erupting everything I have deep into her with a loud “FUCK!”
I continue to pump, draining myself with each thrust, needing to fill her even more, until she collapses on against me. I fall onto my back, pulling her with me.
“Fuck, Angel,” I grump, wasted, drained, and out of breath.
“Wow,” she’s breathing hard. I’m breathing as if I’ve run a thousand miles.
“If I knew sex was this good, I’d done it a long time ago,” she pants.
“It’s only this good with me, trust me.” Jealousy hitting me with all its force. I’m not letting her go fuck some other asshole. She’s mine.
“And I should just take your word for that, should I?”
“You better, ’cause I know what I’m talking about and I’m not a fuck sharing you.”
“O my gosh, that damn ego of yours just can’t be any bigger, can it?”
“You can’t deny it, you love my little ego.” She chuckles.
“I think I like your dick more.” I gasp, not expecting her to say that.
“Yep, he’s pretty fantastic too. And just a warning, the game you played right now works both ways.”
“Oh, is that the truth.”
I let her lie on me while running her hair through my fingers.
“Damion,” she whispers softly.
“Mm.”
“Just so you know. I’m a tit-for-tat kind of girl. Next time you’re going to be the one doing the begging.”
“Oh, bring it on.” And then her breathing gets rhythmic and I know she fell asleep with me still inside. I pull the blanket over us and close my arms around her, loving the connection as if we’re one.
And then I realize that I’m really really not a fuck letting her go. I just can’t. I’ll fight for her, even take on hell and everything else, because I’m downward, utterly, and completely in love with this woman. I’m hooked. All I can hope for is that she really loves me back as much as I love her. Well, that, and to not mess things up.
And most importantly, to figure out a way to keep her safe from D and Harry. No pressure. None whatsoever.
Date = 23 November
Place = San Francisco (Damion’s house)
POV Damion
WARNING sex scene!!
I wake up to an empty bed and for a brief moment, panic strikes my heart – not something wholly new to me. Fear and nightmares too. I came to know it all too well ever since my sister died. And in the time since, I’ve been prancing around a stockpile of guilt and a dash of PTSD, conjointly.
For a second, the thought that something happened to her scares me, or that she might have left, or that D took her. All very real possibilities.
But then I hear movements in the bathroom and I start to breathe freely. Her phone is on the nightstand and I take it to see what time it is.
There’s a message on the screen. She must’ve forgotten to close it after reading it. It’s from the douche ex-boyfriend.
Ren: We need to talk about Damion #TruthMustComeOut
Asshole.