Page 83 of Damon

Fuck.

“You’re sure you want me to get you pregnant?” I ask, my teeth gritted, my cock already rock hard for her.

Her lips brush mine. “Yes. I want you to give me something that can’t be taken away by anyone.”

That’s it.

The last bit of my control snaps.

“You’re driving me insane,” I say, trailing kisses down her neck. “Absolutely fucking mad.”

I grab her frilly lace bra andrip. The delicate fabric tears down the middle like it was made to be destroyed. The sound alone makes my cock throb. Her bare breasts fall into my hands, warm and full.

She gasps. “That was my favorite bra.”

“I’ll buy you ten more. But this one?” I toss it to the floor. “This one dies tonight.”

Her panties are next. The flimsy fabric shreds easily and ends up tossed too. I push her gently backward until she’s sprawled across the bed, legs parted, chest rising fast. I kneel between her thighs, spreading them wider.

“No rush,” I murmur, kissing the inside of one thigh. “You want this to take? We’re doing it right. Slow and easy. I want to savor every moment.”

She squirms as my tongue trails closer to her center.

“Damon…”

I slide one finger into her tight pussy and groan. “God, you’re soaked already.”

She nods. “I’ve been ready for this all day.”

I hook her thighs over my shoulders and lower my mouth to her pussy, licking slow, deep, deliberate strokes that make her hips jerk.

“Oh—God,” she gasps, clutching the sheets. “Don’t stop.”

“I’m not going to,” I murmur. “I’m going to taste every inch of you until you can’t remember your own name.”

I lick up and over her clit, swirling my tongue the way she likes, while sliding two fingers inside her, deep, curling, stretching.

She arches off the bed. “Damon—please—”

“I want you warm and open for me,” I growl. “I want this pussy to be begging for me to fill it with my come.”

Her moans turn to sobs, pleasure building fast. She’s close, I can feel it, the way her walls clamp down on my fingers, the way her thighs tremble.

I pull away suddenly, making her whimper. “No. Not yet.”

I rise and strip off my clothes in a blur. My cock’s already leaking, hard enough to ache. I climb onto the bed, looming over her.

Her eyes widen when she sees me, cock bare with no protection. It’s not the first time we’re fucked unprotected, but this time feels different.

I drag my cock through her slickness, the friction an exquisite agony, and line up at her entrance. I push in slow. Not teasing. Just deep. Deep enough she gasps, her nails clawing at the silk sheets, her legs wrapping around my hips like she never wants me to leave.

“It’s all me,” I grit out. “I’m going so deep you’ll feel pregnant before I even finish.”

“I want you to lose control inside me.Fuck me, Damon. I need you.”

That’s what undoes me. Not the words. The need behind them. The truth.

I start moving. Long, rough strokes that drag a cry from her lips every time I bottom out. I brace one hand beside her head, the other gripping her hip to keep her still as I thrust into her like a man who’s about to change both their lives. I go deep, then even deeper.