Page 7 of Give It a Day (Song-Smith #1)

He breaks the kiss long enough to growl against my gasping lips. “You’re so damn pretty when you can’t breathe, Kayla.” Then he goes back to kissing me, his fingers squeezing my neck this time, just enough to make me feel his grip without cutting off air.

His lips press against mine like he wants to really bruise them, before he pulls back again— stop pulling back —panting and staring at me.

I stare back, a bit confused at my own actions and desires, but mostly, I’m thrilled , despite the dark promise in his eyes. Or I should say, especially because of the dark promise in his eyes.

Ruin me, Damon .

“What are you doing to me…?” I whisper, chest heaving like I can’t catch a breath after a kiss like that .

I can’t stop staring at him, like he’s a perfect sculpture yet so real, so human, warm and eliciting feelings from me I didn’t know I could have, after all these long and hard years of only focusing on keeping my family afloat.

He smirks, most likely at the awe in my voice while his thumb rubs my neck soothingly, as if to apologize for squeezing it a bit harshly earlier. But I don’t mind. I want it all.

Ruin me . Ruin . Me.

“Making you feel good, apparently,” he murmurs an answer to a question I don’t remember asking at this point.

Now his smirk has a sort of arrogance to it, as his fingers trail down to my collarbone. Shivers run down my spine even worse than before. But fuck, I love it.

“Have you ever wanted anyone as much as you want me right now, Kayla?” His hand moves to gently cup my face, his thumb brushing over my swollen lower lip. “Because—”

“Don’t,” I interrupt him, my tone giving a decisive warning. Because if he says he feels the same way, I am so goddamn screwed.

“I do,” he admits, his eyes never leaving mine. “I want you so fucking much, it’s driving me insane. I can’t think straight right now. All I can think about is keeping you right here, touching you, tasting you, hearing those pretty little noises you make.”

Yep, we’re screwed. I want to sleep with Damon so bad, so this is really gonna happen.

I might also almost agree to marry this dick because he’s hot as fuck and saying all the right things.

And I’m so damn lonely and tired of the sad, disastrous life I’ve had to live, that it’s pushing me right into his arms, or in this case, right under him.

I’m shedding off my shirt and kicking off my leather tights before I say anything else, if my dry throat would even let me. I swallow down the rest of my nerves and choose to just let loose, taking what I want from someone I wanna fuck, as usual .

He watches, looking quite captivated—that’s the word he used after all—which is a very nice ego boost, as I strip.

I can hear his breath hold in his throat, his eyes gazing over my body.

When I lie beneath him in nothing but a lacy bra and my thong, he looks like he’s holding back, but then he lets out a low growl of what I’m interpreting as approval.

More excellent ego stroking. I almost grin but settle for a sultry smile.

“Well…?” I ask, exasperated at being practically naked under him and him not doing anything about it yet, after all that talk. “Are we fucking or not?”

He unzips swiftly, revealing his black boxers. Placing his knees to spread my thighs, he wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me flush against his broad chest.

“Does this answer your question, Kayla?” he asks in a heavy whisper.

“This doesn’t mean I’m going to marry you, Damon. This is a onetime thing. I just need to get this out of my system because you’re too hot to resist.” I mean, he has to know that.

His eyes flash with something I can’t quite read, and before I can try to think about it, he presses a hard kiss to my lips, effectively shutting my mind. I could really get used to this feeling, of my mind going blank. Nothing but pleasure.

He hooks his fingers around my thong and slides it to the side.

I keep shivering under him, so fucking ready for more. “Just pull out,” I whisper to him. I’m no stranger to risk, coming from crime and my string of hook-ups.

His hands grip my thighs as he spreads my legs wider. He positions himself, the head of his hard cock circling against my clit teasingly, making my breath shudder in anticipation.

“Look into my eyes, Kayla,” he demands. “Now, you’re going to answer some questions for me.”

“Fine.” I grind my teeth in answer, getting quite irritated that he has so much power over me while he’s teasing me, torturing me by continuing to talk when he could and should be fucking me. I roll my hips upwards, silently asking for his cock.

His chuckle is mocking, his hands tightening on my thighs to keep me still.

“You really don’t want anything more than this one time?

” He flexes his hips forward slightly, teasing me with just the tip nudging.

“No sleeping together in a comfortable, big bed afterwards? No peaceful honeymoon in paradise? No luxury hotel service? No delicious breakfast in bed?”

Damn, those do sound good. I haven’t taken a vacation since…well, ever . What a sad life. But he’s omitting one little detail in his sales pitch—I’d be married to him. “No chance in getting hitched, dick.”

He scoffs, his grip on my thighs becoming almost painful, but I hold back my winces. “You don’t know it yet, but you’re mine, Kayla. You belong to me . And you’re going to keep answering my questions like a good girl, all right?”

Fine by me, because I never want to stop hearing his voice—demanding, commanding, dominating. Everything I didn’t know until now that I so deeply, madly want.

“ Yes . What’s your question?” I bite my bottom lip, watching his thick cock go inside me. I fight back a moan as my breath shudders again. I try to adjust to his size, his cock stretching me torturously slowly, to the point where I’m grinding my hips to have more of him inside me.

“Will you consider being with only me, seeing where this goes? And don’t you dare bite your lip like that.”

I glare at him as I make a point by continuing to bite my lip to the point I almost draw blood because he’s still teasing me with his cock, not pushing himself all the way in. “You’re really gonna push this wedding on me, huh?”

“Am I pushing a wedding on you, Kayla?” His tone and smirk are amused, teasing me, as he finally slides all the way in with one hard thrust, making me moan. The tip of his girthy cock nudges at my cervix in one smooth go, my wet pussy welcoming him in without a hitch.

I’m gasping, breathless, at the way he’s stretching me. My eyes are fighting against fluttering closed. “It sure feels like you’re… pushing …” I manage to say.

He moves his hips slowly, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back in, making us both moan together. “You really want to keep arguing about this?” He pants, his forehead resting against mine.

“You want to get married. I don’t. So I’m fighting with all I’ve got.” I grind my body against his as he fucks me so goddamn good.

“You think I can’t wear you down?” His hands roam up my legs to wrap around his waist, pulling me onto him even deeper. He kisses me roughly while I whimper against his pleased moans, trying to silence my arguments with his lips and his body pressing so hard against me that I feel trapped.

It definitely feels like he can wear me down. His body feels perfect against mine, his cock stretching and hitting all the right spots, very much like how he’s been saying all the right things.

He breaks the kiss to pant against my mouth. “Marry me,” he demands, his hips rolling rhythmically. His hands return around my waist, pulling me onto him so impossibly deep like he wants to split me in half. And fuck , I’d let him.

“Being a good lay doesn’t mean I’ll marry you,” I somehow say between quivering moans.

He chuckles darkly, his fingers digging into my skin. “Give in, Kayla.” He growls, his hips bucking up into me brutally.

I see what he’s doing. He’s trying to drown out my ability to argue by pleasuring me with his body, by flustering me with his words. And goddamn , is it working.

I gasp again, so breathless, so lust-driven, drowning in the pool that’s Damon’s stormy dark gray eyes and all of the pleasure he’s giving me. But my mind’s made up. “No.”

His eyes widen a little, only visible to me so up close. He looks shocked, maybe because I’m still able to say no to him, despite being overwhelmed with thrill at the way his cock is thrusting in and out of my gripping pussy.

He grunts hungrily. That sound drives me wild. His hands roam up my back to tangle in my hair. “Kayla,” he warns, his hips bucking into me harder, trying to disorient me.

“Oh, fuck …!” I groan, holding onto his arms.

“Give in,” he demands again, his voice strained. His hips move at a more brutal pace, each thrust aimed at hitting my deepest spots.

I scream, my eyes clenching closed as I see stars. “Fuck, Damon!” It feels like heaven when my pussy clenches around his cock like this. It’s like we fit together. It’s scary just how well we do.

“Look into my eyes when you come like that,” he commands, his hand leaving my hair to pinch my chin hard, making me open my eyes.

His thrusts stretch out my orgasm, coming in wave after wave.

“I want to see those gorgeous eyes of yours roll back when you finally give in.” His thighs tense as he continues his punishing rhythm. He really means to break me. And I want more .

I want him to ruin me.

My eyelids are fluttering again and my brows furrow while I gasp and gasp, even more breathless as moments pass by, riding out every wave of electric pleasure. “So good…”

He swallows my whimpers, his kiss brutal as he tries to break my resolve. His hands roam my body indulgently, marking me with bruises from his grasping fingers. “ You feel so good wrapped around me ,” he growls against my lips, “but it’s not enough.”