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After gently placing her feet on the floor, Damon began to quickly undress her, casting her clothes aside in a heap.

His own outfit soon joined them.

“Daddy!” she said, covering her mouth and bulging her eyes as she saw Damon’s massive cock for the first time.

She instantly regretted calling him that. But he didn’t correct her, so she didn’t draw attention to it.

Was this just a one-off moment of passion? A case of two friends going a little further than they intended?

Now wasn’t the time to ponder all of that. Tessa knew the time would come, eventually though, and that the answer might hurt. But right now, it didn’t matter. She needed Damon more than she’d ever needed anyone or anything her entire life.

Taking hold of Damon’s cock, she pumped it several times, closing her eyes and savoring the feel of his rigidness and the veins that pulsated in her hand.

Damon’s hands were on her too. He cupped her breasts and moved his thumbs to her nipples, rubbing light circles on them while she began to whimper and shift on her feet.

“Harder, Daddy,” she cried in a whispered plea.

He answered by taking her nipples in between his thumbs and pointer fingers and applying pressure. Shockwaves of pleasure billowed over her core. Her pussy began to drip. She longed for the moment when Daddy would plunge inside and stretch her.

His cock was long and thick and she wondered if it would fit. But she was eager to show Daddy just what a big girl she could be. She could handle it.

Apparently, Damon had other things in mind first. He wanted her to taste him. Putting his hands on her shoulders, he gently pushed her down until she was on her knees before him.

Eager to please, she parted her lips and moved forward, allowing her warm, wet mouth to engulf as much of him as she could fit.

She held onto his waist and could feel his legs shudder as the sensation of her sucking sent excitement surging through his body.

The sound of her slurping and gagging filled the small space. Drool mixed with pre-cum escaped her lips and dangled from her chin. She kept going.

Damon rocked his hips, and the extra movement forced his monster cock to bump her tonsils. Fighting her gag reflex, Tessa kept going, bringing Daddy closer to the brink.

She felt his veins pulsate in her mouth. Part of her expected him to shoot a load down her throat at any second.

But obviously he had other plans because he gripped the sides of her head and pulled his cock from her mouth before guiding her back up.

“My turn,” he said with a grin.

Before Tessa knew what was happening, she was in Damon’s arms, her legs wrapped around his waist as he carried her back to the rickety stairs. The top few were busted where she’d fallen through, but the bottom ones were still intact. He placed her on the second one. If she fell, she wouldn’t go far at all.

But it seemed sturdy enough for her to sit on.

She was high enough to where Damon had a good angle when he got down on his knees and moved his hungry lips toward her dripping valley.

His kisses started off slowly. But soon he was feasting on her pussy, as if consumed by a ravenous hunger. Tessa’s legs, bent at the knees, fluttered as pleasure seized her. She grabbed her own breasts and began to tease her nipples. Closing her eyes, she let her head lull back and arched her back while passioned moans drifted up to the ceiling.

She was only vaguely aware that someone outside might be able to hear her. Those were fake buildings, after all. The walls probably weren’t very thick. And forget about being soundproof.

Yet there wasn’t anything she could do. Pleasure had her in an unforgiving grip and it wasn’t going to let her go until she came hard.

That’s exactly what she did. Her core tightened and her whole body flushed as she came harder than she ever had in her life. She came so hard that her pussy actually gushed, and Damon’s face was coated with her juices. But that only seemed to fuel his desire more. He didn’t stop his feverish feast. His tongue probed her depths. It glided across her clit. Pass after pass brought new and more intense pleasure. Before Tessa knew it was even about to happen, she came again.

Damon stood and gathered her in his arms again. He looked around and she knew what he was thinking: where could he lay her to take her?

He must not have found anywhere suitable, because instead of placing her on the floor, he lifted her higher.

His tone arms were bulging with corded strength. Running her fingers over them, she could feel his triceps pushing back against her, as hard as rocks.

But he wasn’t Grant Baker big. Not a massive man. But Damon’s tone, cut body had plenty of strength, and he made it seem so easy as he raised her just a bit more, got into position, and then lowered her down on his rock-hard cock.