Voice low.
Soft.
“Mr. Thornvale?”
I whispered again, tilting my head.
“Really?”
Her lashes fluttered.
Her mouth curved.
“That’s not what you called me last night.”
My body went rigid as I stepped further to her.
She leaned in slightly.
“You begged me to f**k your little girl,” i whispered, lips parted just enough for her breath to hit my neck.
“And now you want to pretend it didn’t happen?”
She stepped back.
Bit her lip.
Lowered her eyes.
“You said to stay away,” she said quietly.
“So that’s what I’m doing, sir.”
Sir.
Again.
My c**k jumped.
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She looked up. Her eyes sparkled with something dark. Dangerous.
“I’d rather not call you Damon anymore,” she said, voice syrup-slow.
“If that’s okay with you…. sir.”
She handed me the keys.
Then she turned.
And that was the last f*****g mistake she made.
Because the second her bare thighs shifted, the second her ass bounced under that thin white shirt, the second I saw her slick still glistening between those legs…
I snapped.
“You don’t f*****g walk away from me.”
“Come back here!”
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Calling Me Sir Won’t Protect You
**Damon**
She froze.
Mid-step.
Mid-breath.
Her spine went stiff like the lash of my voice had locked her into place. One bare foot hovered above the gravel. Her knuckles tightened around the hem of the shirt. That wild mess of wet hair shifted with the breeze, strands clinging to her neck like a collar.
The hem of that shirt..my f*****g shirt..fluttered just enough to expose the start of her ass and the bare split between her thighs.
She turned slowly.
Too slowly.
Like she knew I was watching. Like every inch of that turn was for me. Like the Moon Goddess herself had choreographed it to kill me.
Her wide eyes locked on mine..shimmering, sinful, pretending innocence like a lying little slut.
She was breathing through her mouth now. Like she couldn’t catch enough air. Like her lungs were drowning in heat. But it was her chest that betrayed her.
That shirt was see-through. Soaked through from the shower or sweat..I didn’t give a f**k.
It was glued to her skin, plastered to every curve of her body like wrapping paper begging to be torn open. And those tits..fuck..those t**s were the stuff of war. Perfect. Perky.
Bouncing gently with every tremble in her breath. Her n*****s were outrageous.. fat nubs pressing against the cotton like they were trying to tear through it just to get to my mouth.
Swollen. Flushed. Painfully hard. They twitched. I saw it.
“I only came here to give you your keys, sir,” she whispered.
Sir.
Like she didn’t know that word drove me insane. Like she wasn’t moaning it on purpose. That one word had my c**k twitching so hard it ached.
And that’s when I saw it.
The shine.
Between her thighs.
A trail of slick. Glistening. Coating the insides of her legs like syrup. It started from that p***y and slid all the way down to her f*****g knee.
She was dripping.
Standing there. uched, tight little
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Dripping for me.
I took one step toward her.
She didn’t move.
Another step.
Her thighs clamped together like her cunt was trying to keep the slick from spilling.
My voice dropped.
“Is that so?”
I rasped.
“Just the keys?”
“Yes, sir.”
There it was again.
That crack.
That trembling edge in her voice.
Not fear.
Need.
I dragged my gaze down her body. Slowly. Greedily.
“You walk out here in my shirt… no bra… no panties… t**s bouncing like you want me to bend you over this f*****g hood and bite them till you scream…”
She gasped.
Her back arched slightly. f*****g offering herself without realizing it.
“You think saying ‘sir’ makes you good?”
I growled.
“You think I don’t see what you’re doing? That I don’t smell your p***y from ten f*****g feet away?”
She whimpered.
Tried to say something.
Failed.
Her thighs squeezed tighter.
Her whole body shivered like the air itself had turned to lust.
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