Dropping to my knees in front of him, I pull at the waistband of his pants. His erection bobs free in front of my face.
God, he’s so huge.
His cock is long and hard, the large, smooth head glistening at the tip. My tongue slowly flicks out of my mouth to lick the salty drop from him.
That's when the first groan of pleasure wrenches from his chest, and it only spurs me on. I lick around the crown over and over again, getting it nice and wet. His upper back falls against the wall as he watches my every move with half-lidded, lust-filled eyes while quick pants escape his lungs through parted lips.
His dick hardens to pure steel when I wrap my lips around the head of his cock and take him deeper into my mouth.
While his eyes are on me, watching me, I lick him from root to tip. A shiver takes over his body, as I move my tongue down to his balls, licking and sucking them into my mouth. This time, he can't control the groans coming from deep within his chest.
"Oh, fuck, Victoria," he growls out.
I lick my way to the head once again before sucking him into my mouth. His hands grip my hair on either side of my head as he thrusts into my mouth, going deeper and deeper until I'm gagging.
"Fuck," he hisses through gritted teeth as he pumps harder and harder. He’s staring at me with such intensity, and I moan around his cock.
Tears fill my eyes as I stare up at him, but I don't try to pull back. I place my hands on his thighs for support, but I don't push him away. Damon’s hips pump upward into my working mouth, and I can tell he's close by the way his jaw is clenched tight and ticking with restraint.
"Your mouth feels so good. So damn good," he growls. And then his thrusts grow erratic as he erupts inside of my mouth and onto my lips. His muscular thighs tremble under my touch, and his chest rises and falls rapidly with gasping, jagged breaths.
When his breathing finally calms down, he releases the grip on my hair and stares down at me.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says, panting.
And then, putting his hands under my arms, he hauls me up and kisses me.Hard.
He kisses me like he can’t ever imagine letting me go.
And, in that moment, I feel like our life together is great.
Perfect even.
I just hope our little bubble of happiness doesn’t decide to suddenly burst anytime soon.
CHAPTER 23
DAMON
HAVING VICTORIA SPEND every night this week at my place has been a mixture of good and bad.
Good because I love spending time with her.
I love the fact that her face is the last thing I see before I go to sleep and the first thing I see when I wake up in the morning.
I love knowing that she’s safe, here, in my arms.
But the bad part is that I’m growing fond of her. I’m growing too close to her.
Victoria has inched her way into my cold, dark heart, and I don’t know how to purge her from my system.
Her scent runs wild inside of my veins.
Her smile is ingrained in my brain.
And her moans of pleasure echo inside my ears.
“Fuck, I’m such a fool,” I tell my reflection in the mirror after my shower. Our entire relationship is a runaway train on a track that can only end in one way and one way only — a collision course with a dead end, a brick wall.
