with. But because Fiona had reduced me into a lovesick puddle of pathetic, I chose to believe everything she was saying was because she wanted me and not just my cock.
I lifted her hips and because her sweet, addictive cunt was soaking wet and my dick was hard as steel, her body swallowed me up with little resistance. Fiona threw her head back and let out the sexiest sound I have ever heard.
I was expecting her to sit up and enjoy the show of her huge tits bouncing as she rode every last hard inch, but she surprised me when she remained lying flat against me and began moving her hips back and forth slowly keeping me deep inside her.
This woman’s simple existence has tortured me damn near every day of my life, but the torture she was inflicting upon me now was one of the greatest pleasures I have ever felt. Those three little words kept fighting to get out, but I didn’t want to ruin the moment. If I told her I loved her now, she would either freak the fuck out or think I was bullshitting her and this was too important. This was the first time she’s initiated the sex and the first time she’s let me inside her when she wasn’t spitting mad at me.
I. Was. Not. Going. To. Ruin. This.
I held onto her and moved with her hips to reach that spot inside her. “That’s it, baby, take it however you need it.”
Fiona dropped her head on my chest. “Jesus, you feel so good inside me, Damien.” She lifted her head and held my gaze as she upped her tempo a bit. “I want to hold on to my grudge and hate you so much but, Christ, you feel so fucking good. So fucking good.”
I couldn’t help myself. I tightened my hold on her hips and I started thrusting upwards into her. I kept slamming her body down on my cock until she threw her head back and screamed my name. The second her tight, little pussy started convulsing around me I emptied myself inside her.
She slumped down over me, and we stayed like that, with me rubbing my hand up and down her back, until she slid off me and curled herself into my side.
I was never going to let this fucking girl go.
Never.
I’ll be dead first.
Chapter 17
I don’t know whether to be flattered…or scared.
Fiona~
“So, you guys are dating now?” I peered up at Vicky over my cup of coffee.
I had slept most of Sunday away, not waking up until way past noon. Will had dropped Vicky off and now we were hanging out at Damien’s-where I proceeded to tell her everything-killing time until he took us back to Smithtown. Damian had driven Will to the airport to catch his flight back to New York.
“Yeah, I suppose we are. Tell me the truth, Vee, on a scale of one to ten, how stupid am I?”
“Are you kidding me? He’s packing a wrist-thick cucumber that’s obsessed with you. Girl, I’m about to call MENSA for your club membership, because any woman that can land a man who’s hot, rich, and has got a big cock is a fucking genius!” she snorted as we laughed.
“Well, speaking of hot cucumbers…how does Mr. Creston measure up in the vegetable aisle?”
She gave me a sly smile. “Let’s just say if he were to call me the next time he’s on the West Coast, I’d answer.” The satisfied woman winked at me.
“Oh, so you browbeat me into details, but that’s all I get from you? You’re a horrible best friend, I hope you know.”
She leaned across and set her coffee down on the coffee table and got comfortable on the couch. “Okay. The man has at least eight inches of Holy Mary, Jesus, and Joseph and can fuck like he’s been conditioned all his life to deliver female orgasms. Is that detailed enough for you?”
“Wow.” I’d say that was super detailed.
She nodded. “I know. And you know me, I’m not easily impressed, but Will Creston can lay it down like nobody’s business.” She groaned, “Oh, God, and then he’s got these tattoos that just…” Vee shook her head. “I gotta tell you. There is nothing sexier than watching a man undress and seeing tattoos emerge from beneath his ten-thousand-dollar three-piece suit or tuxedo. I was ready to jump him as soon as I saw the little splash of color peek out from his left wrist.”
I knew exactly what she