Like oh my God, he was really going to do it.
He was really going to eat me out against the wall like the filthy, dangerous man he was.
He grabbed my thigh, lifted it up over his shoulder, ripped my thong down and oh God, it was soaked.
It clung to my p***y like it had been painted on, and when he tore it off, I swear I moaned like a slut.
Like an actual porn star moan escaped me without permission.
And then.
His mouth.
His mouth was on me.
He buried his face in my p***y like he was starving.
Like he hadn’t eaten in weeks and I was his f*****g salvation.
Like he was punishing me and worshipping me at the same time.
I screamed.
I mean, really screamed. Not a gasp. Not a whimper.
A full-blown cry that came from deep in my gut and ripped out of my throat as his tongue slid through my folds and straight into me.
It was hot.
It was deep.
It was messy.
It was everything.
He was groaning.
Moaning into me like I was feeding him sin.
His tongue was everywhere..flicking my clit, f*****g my hole, licking every inch like he was trying to clean me with his mouth.
“Daddy. Daddy. Oh my God, Damon. Please. I can’t. I can’t. I can’t.”
My hands clawed at his hair.
My hips were moving without me/grinding into his face.
My whole body was on fire.
I was dripping down his chin.
I was losing myself in the feeling, in the sounds, in the heat.
He slapped my thigh.
Hard.
The sting made me cry out again.
“Shut up and take it.”
I did.
I tried.
I swore I was trying.
But my p***y was throbbing so hard I thought I was going to pass out.
Every lick made my eyes flutter.
Every suck made my thighs shake.
Every groan made my stomach twist and my clit scream.
He was devouring me.
He was f*****g me with his mouth.
He was making me come undone one flick at a time.
And I couldn’t think anymore.
Couldn’t speak.
Couldn’t hold back.
I was gone.
Gone, gone, gone.
Gone into him.
Gone into the taste and the grip and the groans and the heat and the way he made me feel like I didn’t belong to myself anymore.
Then he stopped.
He stood.
His face was dripping.
His lips were wet.
And he didn’t wipe it off.
He looked like a man who’d just slaughtered something and loved it.
Then he kissed me.
And I tasted myself.
And I moaned into his mouth because it was disgusting and hot and filthy and I didn’t care.
I wanted it.
I wanted all of it.
His Property
He picked me up like I weighed nothing.
Carried me into the bedroom.
I clung to him like a rag doll in heat.
Then he threw me on the bed.
And I bounced.
And my legs opened.
And my n*****s ached.
And my heart was pounding in my ears.
He stood at the end of the bed, watching me.
Breathing hard.
His c**k hard as f**k behind his pants like an animal trying to break out of its cage.
“You wanted this.”
I nodded.
I nodded so fast I thought my neck would snap.
“You begged for this.”
“Yes. Yes, Daddy. I begged, and I’ll beg again. I’ll beg forever. Please. I’ll do anything.”
“You said you’d ride me.”
I swallowed.
My whole body was shaking.
I couldn’t stop looking at his bulge at the outline of the c**k that was going to break me.
“I will.”
He undid his belt.
So slow.
So threatening.
Like he was stripping for a sacrifice.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.