He grabbed her and swung her around against the door. Then he kissed her, his mouth hungry, dominant, and turned her into a pile of jelly.
Breaking the kiss, he turned her around, so that she faced the door. “Damon?”
“Shut up. Put your hands above your head on the door. Keep them there.” He tugged at her jeans and pulled them down. Then her panties.
She heard the rusting of his own clothes and the tearing of what she could only imagine to be a condom wrapper.
“Um, I don’t know if this will work.”
He laughed like the demon he was. A finger crested the seam of her ass, a gentle tickle that brought heat in its wake. Then he moved the finger lower and slid it between her thighs, up and into her sex.
“Oh, it will work.” He pumped the thick digit in and out of her slick body.
When he removed it, he replaced it with something else.
CHAPTER 24
Marlie couldn’t believe it when he squeezed that monster cock between her thighs, pulling her hips back so he could angle up and into her.
“Damon.”
“Fuck, yeah.”
With her ankles close, bound by her jeans and panties, her boots still on, Marlie had little maneuverability as Damon plowed into her.
God, he felt huge from behind. To her shock, she felt herself readying to orgasm. He kept hitting a special spot inside her, her body getting slicker, easing his intrusion.
And it was an intrusion. He fucked her hard, holding her with his massive strength.
Such an incredible turn-on… “Yes, more,” she insisted.
He grunted as pounded inside her, until she couldn’t stop herself and cried out as she came all over him.
He moved faster, fucking her until he too stopped, seizing inside her as he jetted into the condom. Fuck, but he was holding her up off her feet, her arms braced against the door as he finished, shuddering.
“Yeah, baby. So tight.” He kissed her hair, moved it aside, and kissed her cheek. Then he turned her head to kiss her mouth.
Awkward yet hot as hell. His cock still buried inside her, Marlie half-dressed while dominated from behind.
She kissed him back, loving this so much. Being controlled by someone bigger and stronger had always been a fantasy. Damon filled it without trying.
Talk about a bad boy.
The only thing he could have done to make it absolutely perfect would have been to come inside her. But they had discussed safe sex. Though he would have nothing to worry about with her, she didn’t know him well enough for sex without barriers. Which was too bad, because she wanted to suck him off and watch him lose it under her control.
He kissed his way down her cheek to her throat, not nipping or sucking. No leaving bruises she’d have to explain. But the tender way he caressed her felt deeper than affection. Which was so weird.
Finally withdrawing, he pulled up her clothing and tucked her back in. “Be right back.”
She sagged back against the door when he returned to her, his clothing all to rights. Her stalker dragged her up off her feet for a hell of a kiss. Then he moved her out of the way.
“Sleep tight.” He winked.
And left.
She yawned, because he really had fucked her well enough that she wanted nothing more than to sleep. She had a full day tomorrow, back to teaching at college, followed by basketball practice for the high school team.
Dragging herself to the bathroom, she cleaned up, changed into PJs, and set her alarm before sliding into a deep and restful sleep.
