My fucked-up mind knowing that it was him kissing me is what made it feel so good. I let out an involuntary moan there was no way I could keep in.
He kept moving his way down my body until he was in perfect position to take a nipple into his mouth and when he did my body almost skyrocketed off the bed. He took both my breasts in his hands and kneaded the flesh as he alternated between sucking, laving, and biting both harden tips.
“Oh, God!” I shamelessly ran my fingers through his hair and held him close as he tasted and teased me. “Damien…”
He stopped pleasuring my breasts and moved his way up my neck until his lips reached my ear again. “What’s wrong, baby? Are you disappointed I’m not ramming my cock into your hot pussy yet?”
His dirty words were making me wetter than I have ever been, but I had to put up at least some kind of resistance, right? “I don’t care what you do to me.”
He stilled above me but continued to speak into my ear. “Is that right?” Next thing I knew, he had wrapped his hand in my hair, fisting a good chunk of it, and yanked my head back so hard my eyes watered. He peered down at me and his green eyes had never looked so alive. “In that case, I will ignore every time the word ‘no’ comes out of your mouth, Halloween. If you don’t care, then you won’t mind when I’m fucking this smart mouth of yours so hard you choke. If you don’t care, then you won’t mind when I slide my cock between these huge tits of yours and cum all over them. If you don’t care, then you won’t mind me fucking that hot little cunt of yours, even after it’s so swollen from use, I have to force it to take my cock.” He tugged harder on my hair and all it did was make me flood the sheets. He leaned down and finished his little speech in between bites to my lower lip. “If you don’t care, then you won’t mind when I paint your face, tits, pussy, and ass with my cum. If you don’t care, Halloween, then you won’t mind it when I bury my cock balls deep in your ass, will you, baby?”
I let out a humiliating cry at how hot every word out of his mouth sounded. Jason was the only person I actually slept with after Damien and both times had been lukewarm, at best.
God, I was sick.
He let go of my hair and went back to kissing his way down my body. There was so much I wanted to say. So much I wanted to rant and rave at, but I couldn’t find the words that wouldn’t make it sound like I’ve been crying over him all these years. My pride was taking a serious beating as it was with every time I moaned or relented to his machinations.
He worked his way down my body until his shoulders prevented my legs from being able to close. Damien Greystone was seconds away from going down on me and I couldn’t wait.
I felt his big hands splay on the insides of my thighs and push out. I could feel his breath on my wet lips and I wanted to scream out for him to get to it already. But, again, I was trying to salvage any pride I could at the moment. I was trying to convince myself I didn’t want this.
I lost all thoughts of pride and grudges the second I felt his tongue sweep through my wetness though. “Damien!” My hands instantly tangled themselves in the waves of his black hair and my grip was so strained I could feel my nails digging into my palms. His hands curled around my thighs and I knew his fingers were going to leave bruises in my flesh, and I did not give one fuck.
Count them...Not. One. Fuck.
That’s how mind-numbing the pleasure I was feeling was. Mind. Numbing.
“Fuck, baby, I could eat this sweet pussy forever.” Right now, in this insane moment in time, forever sounded just fine to me.
Damien didn’t let up once he got his first taste. All I felt was euphoria as his tongue licked up and down my slit, circling and pushing on my clit every time he swept upwards.
My body tensed when I felt his fingers begin to invade my pussy. Damien was well over