Hailey
As his lips crushed against mine, the world outside the room ceased to exist. Whatever purpose had brought me here was now out of my head, drowned beneath the surge of heat and urgency radiating between us. Maybe-just maybe-this was what I had come here for all along. Exercise had never been my strong suit anyway.
With a single, swift motion, he swept the clutter from his desk, sending papers and pens scattering to the floor. His lips left mine, trailing down my neck with deliberate precision, igniting a fire beneath my skin. Each kiss and nip coaxed a molten ache that pooled low in my stomach and sent shivers spiraling through me.
“Oh God…” I gasped when his mouth found the spot just below my ear. He smirked against my skin, his confidence unmistakable-he had found another weakness, and he intended to exploit it.
His kisses moved lower, leaving marks in their wake. He was possesing me-letting the world know, who owned this body and maybe even… soul.
“Damien…” My voice was unsteady as a brazen moan escaped my lips. My nails grazed the taut muscles of his back, feeling the heat of him even through his shirt. He stilled momentarily at my movement before grinding his hips against mine, the hard line of him pressing against my bare, wet pussy. The friction made me gasp, my body arching into his, desperate for more.
I clung to him, my gaze locking with his, wide-eyed and pleading as he pressed against me again. The sensation was maddening, and I felt like I might unravel at any second. He was big-there was no doubt about it-and every inch of him seemed designed to destroy me.
“I need you, Damien,” I whispered, my voice trembling with need. The heat in my body surged; It spread throughout my body like wildfire and clenched around the base of my spine and the back of my neck.
His eyes darkened, his breath quickening. For a moment, I thought he might give in. But then, his voice was low, steady. “Not yet, Bunny,” he murmured, brushing his thumb across my trembling lower lip.
“Why?” My confusion mirrored my frustration, my body still alight with unfulfilled desire.
“Because I said so.”
Before I could protest, he pressed me down onto the desk, his lips brushing up the sensitive skin of my thigh. He began landing soft kisses on them and each one felt like a spark igniting along a fuse, leading to the very core of me. He pushed my skirt higher, and as his warm breath teased the bare skin of my thighs, I realized he hadn’t just sent me to the gates of heaven-he’d dragged heaven down to meet me.
“Don’t worry, Bunny,” he whispered against my skin, his lips a hair’s breadth from where I ached for him-my pussy, “I know how to take care of this sweet cunt.” His breath ghosted over me, his nose grazing the sensitive folds, and my cheeks burned at the sheer boldness of his words.
“Damien, please,” I whimpered, the desperation in my voice laying me bare.
And then that very moment his lips were on me. Warm, soft, and unapologetically skilled, he sucked my clit into his warm, inviting mouth.
Fuck.
“Oh, God!” I cried out, my body convulsing as waves of pleasure rippled through me. The sensation was electric, shooting down my spine and into my toes, leaving me trembling beneath him.
“You’re so wet, Hailey,” he rasped, his voice rough and ragged. “Do you get like this just from looking at me?” His gaze met mine, piercing and intense, leaving no room for lies.
“Yes,” I breathed, my voice barely audible.
His growl rumbled against me, primal and possessive. “Fuck.” Without hesitation, he dove back in, his tongue and lips working me with a precision that left me shaking. Every lick, every suck, was a calculated attack on my sanity, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. Giving my pussy little licks and sucks that made me shake.
He fucking knew what he was doing…
“Fuck.” The word slipped from my lips as his tongue laved my clit, slow and deliberate, before moving to suck each lip into his mouth. His teeth grazed lightly as he released them. My elbows trembled beneath me, barely holding me up. I didn’t know how he was doing this to me, but I knew one thing-he was doing it fucking right.
“Damien… I’m going to come,” I cried out, the sensation building, impossible to contain.
“Christ, woman,” Damien rasped, “I haven’t even started yet.”
He twirled his tongue in a maddening motion around my clit, and a raspy moan tore from my throat, loud enough to wake the dead-or, at least, the oblivious students passing by Damien Black’s office door.
“Oh my god.” My thighs shook uncontrollably as incoherent murmurs spilled from my lips. His tongue never faltered, driving me closer and closer to the edge until the tension snapped. He sucked my clit hard, and I shattered, trembling as waves of ecstasy consumed me. Sliding two fingers inside me, he felt my pulses, withdrawing only after they slowed.
Panting, I came down from the high, my body still tingling as he pulled me up and kissed me again-soft, yet filled with promise.
As his lips moved against mine, I realized how hard he was. Incredibly hard. Painfully hard.
Instinctively, I reached for his belt. He froze, breaking the kiss, his dark eyes narrowing. “What are you doing?” His voice was low, a warning threaded through the words, as if to caution me against what might follow.
“You’re hard,” I said, the words tumbling out clumsily.
His chuckle was dark, almost amused. “So what are you going to do? Make it soft?” He caught my hand, his grip firm but gentle. “You don’t have to do anything, Bunny.”
“I want to.”
Something shifted in Damien’s expression, the intensity of his gaze darkening. He stepped closer, trapping me between his arms as he leaned in, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip. “Have you ever done this before?” His voice was soft now, laced with carnal curiosity.
“No…” The confession barely escaped me, my face flushing with heat. “But that doesn’t mean… I’ll be a disappointment.”
The vulnerability in my voice seemed to strike him. His thumb stroked my cheek, the touch intimate and tender, sending a flurry of butterflies through my stomach. “You could never be a disappointment, Hailey,” he murmured. My name on his lips felt like a drug, and I was more than willing to overdose.
“Then… can I?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
A smile tugged at his lips, slow and dangerous. He nodded. “Yes, you may.”
Relief coursed through me as I gently pushed him into his chair and knelt between his legs. Unbuckling his belt, I freed him from his briefs, and the sight of him left me momentarily stunned. He was… big. Thick and veiny, yet smooth. The sight alone sent a rush of sensation through me.
I stared, first at him, then at his cock, disbelief written all over my face. How could someone be this big?
“Never seen a cock before, Bunny?” he teased, chuckling as he pushed my hair back, his eyes watching me intently.
“It’s not that…” I stammered, heat crawling up my neck. “You’re just… too big.”
His laugh was throaty, his hand cupping my jaw as his thumb brushed over my lips. “Your mouth and cunt will take it just fine.”
I blushed at his words before I slowly started to stroke his dick but more like an apathetic fluffier doing her job behind the scenes of a porno. It felt mechanical, like I had no idea what I was doing-because I didn’t.
“This is nice, Bunny, but that’s not exactly what I had in mind,” he rasped, gripping a fistful of my hair, his dark eyes boring into mine. Those eyes… they could kill me, and I’d thank them for it.
“Will you show me how you like it?” I asked, my voice trembling as I gazed up at him, sitting between his thighs like an obedient slave to the devil, at his mercy and totally existing just to please him.
A wicked smirk curved his lips. He leaned down, his lips brushed against my ear as he spoke, “I might destroy you.”
A shiver raced down my spine.