His lowers his mouth, his lips crashing into mine. A gasp pulls from my lungs at the force of it. He slips his tongue into my mouth, tangling fiercely with mine, and I lose all sense of the world around me as my focus narrows to him.
As quickly as it starts, it stops. Damian pulls back, the look in his eyes dangerous and evocative. His hand connects with my ass on a hard slap, and wetness pools between my legs.
“I said strip,” he says.
I reach behind my back, lowering the zipper of my dress and letting it fall to the floor at my feet. His hungry gaze travels the length of my body. I discard my bra, dropping it to the floor as well, and then push my underwear down my legs, stepping my heeled feet out of them. I’ve never felt so confident, so bold, with anyone.
“Fuck,” he whispers. Damian places his hand on my stomach, circling it around my waist and over my ass. He cups my cheek in his hand and pulls me closer to him.
“I want to touch you.” My voice comes out breathy as my hands tug at his shirt. He pulls it over his head with ease. Without thinking, I trace my fingers up the taut muscles of his abdomen and then lick a trail up his chest, ending with a quick nip above his nipple. He squeezes my ass again, a hard groan on his lips.
I want him so much. I’ve never experienced anything like the pull I have toward Damian. His powerful nature, his control, the rare glimpse at his vulnerability, the way he looks out for me, it gives me a heady sensation that overwhelms me.
His touch makes me feel so needy. I hook my finger into the waistband of his pants and walk backward toward the bed, pulling him along with me. The back of my knees hits the mattress, and I spin us around, pushing Damian onto the bed as I drop to my knees on the faux hardwood floor in front of him. I make quick work of undoing his button and zipper, and Damian lifts just enough to let me tug his pants and briefs down his legs.
Holy hell.
I’ve seen him naked, but that was different. I tried not to look last time, but this time, I can’t take my eyes off him. His cock stands proudly, stretching up toward his belly. The girth of it thicker than I’ve ever seen in real life. He looks like he was sculpted by every straight woman’s fantasy.
I wrap my hand around his shaft and stroke him. A thick vein pops on the underside of his cock. He growls quietly and runs one hand through my hair. We lock eyes, and I lower myself to him, running my tongue up that thick vein. Before I get to his tip, I stop and do it again from the base of his cock. I spend time on the seam of his balls, circling them with my tongue and sucking them into my mouth one at a time. His grip tightens on my hair. I know it’s not what he wants, but he doesn’t stop me from playing with him.
“Brielle, you’re killing me, beautiful.” The strain in his voice makes me feel powerful.
I’ve always been good at giving a blowjob, or so I was told, but I’ve never wanted to take someone in my mouth like I do Damian. I gather the saliva on my tongue and spit on his head, stroking up and down his shaft as my tongue rims the tip on his cock.
“Take it, Brielle. Let me fuck this pretty little mouth of yours.”
He’s so much bigger than I’ve ever had, but I’m up for the challenge. I seal my lips over his cock and slowly take him in. I can’t get him all the way into my mouth on my first try, so I pull back and drag my lips over his length again, taking him a little deeper.
A hum builds in the back of my throat, and the muscles in Damian’s abs twitch. I open my throat and take Damian all the way. His dick hits the back of my mouth, making me gag and my eyes water. I have to pull off him to catch my breath before I do it again.
“Eyes on me, Brielle. Look at me when you’ve got my cock down your throat,” he growls.
My eyes lift to his like I can’t help but follow his command. He holds my head still and thrusts into my mouth a few quick times, his gaze never leaving mine.
“Christ. This mouth of yours feels so good.”
My core is dripping with arousal. I am so turned on right now watching Damian take his pleasure, being the reason why he’s losing control. I shift on my knees, seeking relief that isn’t there.
“Up. Get up,” he says urgently, pulling me off him and helping me to my feet. He pulls me flush against him, straddling his lap, his thick erection pressed against my throbbing clit.
“Damian,” I whimper as I rub myself along his shaft, the friction creating sparks that dance in my veins.
He grasps my jaw lightly with one hand, his other firmly holding on to my ass, helping me roll my hips over him. His breath is ragged and strained when he speaks. “This mouth, it’s mine.” He kisses me fiercely, and I get lost in the touch of him. He licks into my mouth, dragging his nose along my cheek. It feels almost animalistic, like he is marking me as his. “Tell me to stop, Brielle. If you don’t want to take this further, tell me no, because if you keep rubbing this warm, wet cunt over my dick, I’m going to fucking snap.”
“If I wanted to stop, I wouldn’t have climbed onto your lap fully naked,” I sass.
He flips me onto the bed with ease and kisses me again. I wrap my legs around his waist, digging my heels into his back. We make out like that for a minute, just kissing, his body hovering over mine. He pulls back, sitting on his knees, and takes one of my legs in his hand.
“Did you really think of me when you were picking out these shoes?”
His hand traces over the strap and up the arch of my foot.
I nod. “Yes. I had a low pair of leather boots first, but I changed them out for these. You always seem to notice my shoes, and I was hoping you would like them.”
“I do like them.” He works the buckle and slowly slides my foot out. He puts that leg down and does the same to my other foot. I track his movements with undisguised heat.
He releases my foot and pushes my knees apart, spreading me out in front of him. Maybe it’s the liquid courage that makes me forget to be self-conscious, but I don’t think so. It’s Damian. It’s the way he’s looking at me… like he likes what he sees. Like he wants me as badly as I want him.
