can’t control yourself.”
I knew that was her insecurities talking, but fuck me, I didn’t care. I’d give it to her anyway she wanted if that’s what I needed to do to ease her doubts about me needing her. “You want me to fuck that hot mouth of yours, Halloween?”
She already had my cock out, and she gave it one long, smooth lick from the base to the head before answering, “Mmmhmm. I want to do to you what you do to me every time you touch me, Damien.”
Fuck, she had no idea.
I spread my legs farther apart making enough room for her. I didn’t bother with pushing my pants down because she couldn’t get the entire length of my cock down her throat, anyway. Believe me, I’ve already tried all the other times she’s sucked me dry.
I tangled my hand in her hair and, fisting enough of it to where she couldn’t escape my hold, I closed my eyes, rested my head backwards and waited until I felt those soft lips of her close around me. The second she did, I pushed her head down and fucked her mouth like I would her pussy had she been riding me.
I could feel her tongue play with the underside of my cock teasing the sensitive ridge every time I pulled her head up by her hair. “Fuck yeah, baby.”
Her sexy moans grew deeper the more I tried to choke her airways. She was swallowing me like it was her favorite thing in the world to do; like I was her favorite desert.
I swear to God, the biggest struggle I had in life was whether I should shoot my load down her throat or coat her face with it. I could make million-dollar deals in investments with no hesitation whatsoever, but deciding how she should take my seed always seemed like a battle.
When Fiona cupped my sack and started massaging, I finally decided. “I’m going to shoot everything I have down your throat, baby, and I want you to swallow every last fucking drop.”
She started picking up her pace and the tight heat from her mouth along with those little sounds she was making had me on the edge. Fuck, her mouth was exquisite, but I had a feeling a simple hand job from this woman would still have me out of my mind with desire.
“That’s it, baby. Suck my cock, take as much of it as you can. Fuck, Fiona.” I tightened my hold in her hair and started making her choke and gag and it was like a fucking symphony to my ears. “Fuck yeah, baby.” I had to close my eyes against the sensation.
I could feel the telltale tingles and could feel the head of my cock expand inside her mouth just before I let out a roar and poured myself down her throat. “Fuuuuuuck!”
Fiona stayed at my feet and licked my cock clean until I couldn’t take the sensitivity of it any longer. When I finally opened my eyes, I looked down, and she had the biggest satisfied smile on her face. Even on her knees before me, this woman was more powerful than I would ever be.
Chapter 25
It’s not like any love I know, but I’ll take it.
Fiona~
I chose to believe him.
I chose happiness.
I chose my happiness.
While I’ll admit the way he loves was intense and often suffocating, I wondered if it felt suffocating because I had been fighting it and him for so long.
Some people may find the idea of his obsession scary, but I didn’t. Call me stupid, but I wanted a love that was all-consuming. I wanted to know…not believe, or think…but know that in a room full of beautiful women, Damien was going to only see me. I wanted a guarantee and I felt like I had it.
We had left his office minutes after I had swallowed him and, now, we were sitting in the kitchen bar in his penthouse, eating left over enchilada casserole.
“Can I ask you something?”
He put his fork down and turned to face me. “Anything.”
“How is this supposed to work?” I put my fork down too.
His brow furrowed. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, are we going to only see each other on the weekends? How do we do the long-distance thing?”
He looked amused. “Long-distance thing? Fiona, we only live an hour away from each other.”
“Yeah, but the commute time makes it long-distance, Damien.” The idea of seeing him on the weekends only was depressing.
“Listen to me, and listen very carefully,