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Alice

I’m nervous.

As I lie in Damon’s arms, my heart is pounding so hard in my chest that I’m scared it’ll explode.

We’ve been lying in silence for a while, and I’ve been hoping he breaks it. Start talking about himself like he did in the kitchen or even ask me a question.

But he doesn’t.

And as more time passes, I slowly realize that he’s waiting for me to say something or do something. To make the first move.

He probably wants to go at my pace and as sweet as that is, I have no clue what pace I want to go at. Ever since I walked onto that stage and made eye contact with him, things have happened so fast that it still feels like I’m dreaming.

“I like Christmas shopping and reading romance novels,” I say, blurting out the first things that come to my mind.

Damon pulls back just enough to look at me. “What?”

“You asked what I liked earlier. I like Christmas shopping and reading erotic novels.”

Damon raises an eyebrow, wearing an expression that is a mix of surprise and amusement.

“Why do you like Christmas?”

“Well, red is my favorite color, Christmas is a beautiful season, and it’s the only time of the year where I’m not working my ass off.”

His amused smile remains. “What’s your favorite book?”

I mention it and his eyes widen. “That’s an erotic book. I wouldn’t have imagined someone with a face like yours reading something like that.”

A flush creeps up my neck, but there’s also a tiny bit of annoyance. I know exactly what he means by a face like mine.

I know my innocence is nothing to be embarrassed about but with a man like Damon who looks like he could fuck any woman with just one look, it’s hard not to feel self-conscious.

“So, what do you like about these books.”

I shrug. “Everything. I like getting lost in my imagination and books help me do that. They pull me away from the real world.”

His lips curve into a slow smile, the kind that makes my stomach flutter. He leans back into the bed, his eyes never leaving mine. “There are some realities that can be better than your imagination, you know?”

My heart skips a beat at his words and instantly the heat between us starts growing again.

What exactly is it about Damon that instantly sets my skin on fire and makes the spot between my legs pool? What about him draws me in so much that I feel like I can trust him with anything, even though I’ve known him less than 24 hours?

And now that he mentions a better reality, the idea that I can bring one of my books to life fills me with so much excitement, I feel the wetness between my thighs grow.

There’s something I’ve always wanted to try, something I’ve fantasized about but never thought I’d have the courage to do.

I hesitate for a moment, biting my lip as I glance at him, unsure if I can actually go through with it.

Damon leans forward and lifts my chin so our eyes meet. “What is it? Tell me, Alice.”

I swallow hard, gathering my courage by not looking away from him. Something about his eyes makes me feel like I can do or say whatever the hell I want.

“I… I’ve always wanted to try something.”

His lips twitch and I can see he’s trying not to smile. “Something from your books? Like a kink?”

I nod and the smile from his face disappears. He’s taking me seriously now.

“What do you need me to do, baby girl?”

“The same thing you did last night. Teach me.”

“Teach you what?”

“How to be a good baby girl. For Daddy.”

The moment the word slips from my lips, Damon’s eyes darken with something raw and primal. There’s only a flicker of surprise, but it’s quickly replaced with a hunger and ferocity that makes my head spin.

He grabs the back of my neck and pulls me into a toe-curling kiss. He kisses me like he wants to consume me, own me, possess me. And I love every fucking second of it.

He pulls back. “Get off the bed and come back again. But this time, come on all fours. When you get here, tell me what you want to do.”

Like last night, I obey every instruction he gives. I hop off the bed, walk a certain distance away, and then turn back and get on all fours.

With a deep breath, I start crawling toward him, feeling both bold and nervous at the same time. He’s sitting at the edge of the bed with his legs wide open and I stop between them.

I look up at him, my heart racing as I place my hands on his thighs. His breath hitches at the contact, and the tension between us sparks like a live wire.

“I want to please you.”

“Try that again.”

I say, innocently, “I want to please you, Daddy.”

The word draws out the exact reaction I’m looking for. He holds my chin, firmly but not painfully.

“You want to make Daddy happy?”

I nod, feeling a surge of confidence now. Seeing the effect I’m having on him, the way his control is slipping, makes me feel powerful.

He grabs me by the hair and pulls me in for a kiss. He’s all suction and domination as his tongue sweeps through my mouth and he holds my head the way he wants it.

He pulls back, spreading his legs a little wider, inviting me in. “Then show me, baby girl,” he says, his voice rough. “Show me how much you want to please me.”

I lean in, my lips brushing the waistband of his pants, teasing him, just like I’ve read in those books. I hear him suck in a sharp breath and I love the sound.

Damon groans, his eyes locked on me as I tug his pants down just enough to free him.

Oh. my. god!

He’s big and hard. So hard that the sight of him sends a rush of heat through me, mixed with fear at what that would feel like inside me.

I lick my lips, feeling a thrill of power as his breath hitches in response. I lean in, my lips hovering over the tip of his cock, teasing him with the promise of what’s to come. “Tell me what you want, Daddy,” I murmur, looking up at him through my lashes. “I want to make you feel good.”

His head falls back, a low groan escaping his throat. “I want to fuck your mouth.”

I smile, feeling more confident now. I press a soft kiss to the tip of his cock, wrapping my hand around his length as I slowly start to stroke him. Damon groans again, his hands flexing as he struggles to keep control, but I can see it slipping, and that only makes me want to push him further.

“You’re such a good girl.” His voice is strained. “My perfect, good girl.”

The words send a shiver down my spine, and I feel a rush of heat between my legs. I love hearing him say that, knowing I’m making him feel this way. I want him to lose control. I want him to need me as much as I need him.

I lean in again and take his whole cock as deep as I can.

Damon’s breathing grows heavier, and his hips jerk, “You’re going to ruin me, baby. Do you know what you’re doing to me?”

My head bobs faster up and down his cock but I realize that yes, I do know. And I want to do more.

I want to do it all.

I keep sucking his dick with a desperation and desire that keeps building by the second.

Suddenly, he jerks away from me. I see his heavy-lidded expression, strained muscles, and the sweat gathering on his forehead.

The fact that he wants me so much but would hold back makes trust build inside me.

I trust my Daddy. I want to show him. Make him happy.

I want to be his good little girl.

I look up at him and batter my eyes.

“Would you please fuck me?”

“Is that what you want, baby girl?”

“Yes.”

“Hmm?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

Damon’s eyes darken as he jerks me off the floor and practically flings me to the bed.

He takes off his clothes within seconds and positions himself between my legs, his cock brushing against my entrance. He looks down at me, his gaze full of both heat and tenderness.

I nod, wrapping my legs around him, pulling him closer. “Yes,” I breathe. “I want you.”

With a low growl, he pushes inside me, and I squeeze my eyes shut, waiting for the pain.

But it doesn’t come.

The feeling of his full, throbbing cock inside me is a little uncomfortable at first but I realize something. This is Damon’s cock, filling me up, claiming me, marking me as his.

I want to be your first and hopefully your last.

I realize that I want that, too. It doesn’t make sense but I do. I want to only be in this man’s arms and nobody else's. The thought makes my eyes water.

“Are you okay?”

I nod, wrapping my arms around his neck and my legs tighter around his waist. I look at him as my need for release grows stronger.

“Fuck me harder, Daddy.”

“Good girl,” he says and pulls his dick out, slamming it in harder this time.

I gasp at the sensation, feeling him stretch me, fill me completely. It’s intense and overwhelming, but also incredibly satisfying. I feel him moving inside me, and it's the most beautiful feeling.

He takes his time, making sure I’m comfortable, adjusting his pace to match my reactions. The pleasure builds, and I can feel myself getting lost in the sensation, in the connection we’re sharing. It’s everything I’ve dreamed of, and more.

He fucks me and explores me. Grabbing my bouncing tits, pinching my nipples, rubbing my clit, even sliding his fingers into my mouth so I can suck on them.

The soft cries of pleasure that escape my lips mix with his grunts.

Each thrust, each touch, sends shivers through me, and I’m overwhelmed with the intensity of what we’re experiencing together.

“You’re going to be a good girl and take Daddy’s cum, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

His cock twitches inside me, and I feel an explosive release, a wave of pleasure that leaves me breathless.

Damon follows closely behind, his groans and murmurs mingling with mine as we both ride the wave of our climax.

Afterward, as we lie together, Damon wraps his arms around me.

He kisses my forehead and murmurs, “I’m afraid I can’t let you go, Alice.”

“I don’t want you to.”