Just his name in my head. His scent. His voice.
(“You like this? Like showing that little cunt off to me? Look at yourself, baby. Look at the mess you made just for Daddy.”)
I wailed.
A real, raw, gasping moan that tore from my throat like I was being touched by fire.
“Aaaah…ohmyfuck… Damon…yesyesyes, I’m-f-f**k, I’m gonna-“
I couldn’t even finish the sentence.
I exploded.
My walls spasmed so tight around my fingers I nearly pulled them out.
But I didn’t.
I shoved them deeper.
Rode it.
Rode the high like a wild girl starved for more.
My p***y gushed, slick coating my fingers, pouring down my thighs, puddling under me.
And I kept going.
I couldn’t stop.
My clit was throbbing. Screaming for more.
So I rubbed it harder, messier, whining between my teeth.
“More-oh f-f**k-please-Damon-again, again-I wanna c*m again-I need it…”
I was drenched.
Drenched and trembling and so close again it made me dizzy.
My back arched. My hips bucked My thighs slapped together.
The second orgasm ripped through me like lightning.
I screamed.
Raw. Guttural.
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My fingers f****d into me so fast it sounded obscene-wet slaps, messy squelches, my breath catching with every twitch of my cunt.
“Ahhh-fuuuck-Damon-ohmyGod-YES-yes-right there-Daddy, please-harder, harder-YESSS..”
I didn’t stop.
I couldn’t.
I was a mess now. A wild f*****g mess with nothing left but heat and need and the scent of my own slick coating the entire f*****g room.
I kept whispering his name through clenched teeth, through tears, through screams.
“Damon… Damon… Damon…”
My body convulsed.
Another orgasm.
Then another.
I cried through it. Whimpered like I was breaking, like this release was burning me clean from the inside out.
When it finally slowed… when my fingers stilled and my legs dropped open…
I couldn’t even speak.
I just lay there on the marble countertop.
Panting.
Soaked.
A thick string of c*m still stretched from my slit to my wrist.
I watched it.
Mesmerized.
The glisten of my slick. The twitch of my p***y still clenching with aftershocks.
My lips parted, trembling.
I licked my fingers.
Tasted myself.
Closed my eyes as a low moan rolled from my throat.
“f**k… Damon…”
That’s when I heard it.
Knock. Knock.
I flinched.
The voice outside came loud.
“Open the f*****g door, b***h!”
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The Red Light Room
The knock came again.
BANG, BANG. BANG.
“Open the f*****g door, b***h! We gotta pee!”
Voices. Drunk. Loud. Slutty.
I scrambled off the counter, but my legs buckled as soon as my feet hit the floor. My p***y still spasmed with the ghost of my orgasm, and my clit was so sensitive it hurt.
“s**t,”
I whispered under my breath, grabbing the counter for balance.
I wiped myself with shaking hands, but it was useless. I was still wet. Still leaking. My inner thighs were glossy. My scent filled the room like heat.
Damon.
His name pulsed through my chest again.
I bent quickly, grabbed the ruined panties from the floor, stared at the soaked fabric for a second, then shoved them into the trash like they were evidence.
Another knock.
Louder this time.
“You dead in there or just drowning in your own c*m?” one of the girls laughed from outside.
My face burned.
I ran a hand through my hair, yanked my dress down over my ass, shoved my t**s back into place, then staggered to the door.
My hand hesitated over the lock.
I wasn’t ready.
But I didn’t have a choice.
I clicked it open.
The second the door swung, two girls pushed forward like they were ready to fight f second they saw me, they stopped.
They f*****g stared.
Eyes dragging over every inch of me like I was a porn scene come to life. e toilet..but the
My flushed cheeks.
My parted lips.
My glossy thighs.
My dress wrinkled. My t**s barely contained. My breathing ragged.
One of them raised an eyebrow.
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