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I placed my palms flat on the countertop and lifted my ass like he wanted me to. He quickly dragged my clothing down my hips and over my ass. I dropped back down on the counter, and he dragged my clothes down my legs and freed me of them. He tossed those down onto the floor beside my discarded shirt. He didn’t bother removing my socks from my feet, and my lips tipped up in a small smile at seeing the bright yellow fuzzy socks on my feet. It looked funny on my mostly naked body, and I didn’t know why he had left them on.

Maybe he thought they were cute?

He didn’t mess around as he lifted my legs, placed my sock covered feet flat on the countertop, and spread my thighs wide.

I felt like I had never been so exposed before in my life as his eyes dropped to my bare sex.

He looked like a crazed man who’d just locked eyes on his prey. I was the prey, and I was about to be eaten.

Yes, please.

Damien sank down to his knees before me and wasted no time burying his face in my pussy. I lay back on the counter, not caring about the clothing I felt beneath my back and head. Clothes Dash had probably painstakingly folded neatly and left for me to put away myself in my drawers. I’d make Damien clean it up after we were done in here since the mess would really be all his fault.

He ate at me as he slipped two fingers inside my pussy and began thrusting them in sync with the way he lapped at my clit with his tongue. I made a whiny, needy sound as my back arched, and I greedily reached for the light blond hair on top of his head. I fisted my fingers in his hair and held on, probably yanking a little too hard, but I wasn’t going to let go unless he complained. And right now, he couldn’t talk to complain because his mouth was too busy doing such better things.

He did something with his fingers, curling them inside me, and if there had been anyone else in the room with us, I might have found myself embarrassed because of the noises I kept making. Instead, it was just him and me and the orgasm I felt starting to build inside of me.

My toes curled.

My back bowed.

My lips parted in a silent scream.

My fingers tugged at the blond locks of his hair.

And I came all over his face with his fingers buried inside of me and my hips thrusting up as I rode my orgasm out until the tingles had faded and my body was spent. I lay back, limp like a dead thing, as I released his hair. Now I slid my fingers gently through the soft strands, an apology of sorts for my rough treatment of his poor scalp.

I almost wanted to thank him for the gift he’d just given me, but I didn’t want to insult him. Men were funny when it came to their sexual prowess, and the stupidest thing could set them off, insulting their delicate sensibilities. I had enough of them to have learned this a very long time ago.

Damien had other ideas, and he’d yet to get himself off.

He stood up before me and wiped the back of his hand across the shiny, wet lower half of his face. He wiped my juices away, and I found the whole thing amusing because he used the hand that still had two very shiny fingers that had just been up inside my pussy.

Damien didn’t seem to notice or care. His eyes greedily ate up my body as he ever so slowly started unbuttoning his pristine, long-sleeved, white button-up shirt that probably cost the same amount as the average person’s weekly salary.

All of his clothes were designer and likely stupid expensive. Even his underwear.

Still, he had no problem dropping his shirt to the floor as if it meant nothing to him, because it likely didn’t.

He toed off his loafers and kicked them aside, out of the way. I lay there in silence as I watched through half lowered lids as he unbuttoned his slacks and pulled the zipper down.

Most women might offer to help, but not me. I knew what this was, and he didn’t want my help. Oh no, this man, this beautiful specimen of a man standing before me, was putting on a show that was just for me. All for me. He knew just how glorious his body was to look at, and he wanted my eyes only on him like how he’d looked at me. Like how he was still looking at me.

I wondered if he tried to command this type of attention when he and Jules were together, alone and being intimate. I wanted to know the answer to that question almost as much as I knew I needed my next breath to live.

The two of them had been very careful with me thus far, careful to mind my feelings, and they tiptoed around their relationship sometimes. It drove me fucking nuts.

Maybe sometimes all a girl really wanted was to watch her boyfriend get his dick sucked by her other boyfriend. Where was the harm in that?

They both acted like if I were to see their cocks touch in a penis kiss that I might never want to ever look at either of them again. The whole thing was ridiculous and made me want to slap the shit out of both of them.

For now, I was trying to have patience with them because all good things were supposed to come to those who waited… or whatever. Patience was not my strong suit, and my time with it was running out.

“Are you even paying attention to me right now?” Damien hissed, and my eyes snapped right back up to his.

Oh boy.

Someone was not happy with me in the slightest. His eyes promised retribution for allowing my mind to wander while he was placing his body on display for me.