Page 134 of Off-Limits

I swat her thigh.

She giggles again and a war breaks inside my mind, urging me to pull over and take her right now, but I won’t, not for what I need and want to do to my fiancé. Fuck me swinging, she said yes!

“Stop giggling like that, Blossom, otherwise I won’t be held responsible for what I will do within this cab.”

“I’m so scared.” she purrs seductively beside me, but I grit my teeth and keep driving.

Two minutes, Damon, two fucking minutes until we are home.

And those two minutes feel like a lifetime, but once I see the windy, limestone road that leads to our home, I release a sigh, and Dottie laughs beside me again. I am going to fuck her into tomorrow for taking pleasure in my agony. See how much she likes that, I think grinning to myself, knowing we are both going to love it.

As soon as I clutch it and put the car in first, switching off the engine, I’m out of the truck and rounding it to her side, and when I open the door I’m met with my seductive and flirty girl.

Dottie has her legs spread open, the dress covering the promise land that I’m going to make my home, over and over again tonight. I see the devilry playing in her eyes, but when I drop to my knees and slide her dress up, she gasps, clearly not expecting me to have my way with her here.

“Damon! Someone might see!”

Glancing up at her from my knees, I smirk at her. “Let them.”

Then I’m sliding her thong to the side and gliding my tongue up her already wet slit. Fuck, she tastes like heaven and hell rolled into one, and I’d gladly die here between her legs if it meant tasting her for an eternity.

I spear my tongue into her saturated cunt, as she keens out and grips my hair, and I can’t help smiling against her pussy. Seems like my Blossom has already forgotten we’re outside.

I continue tonguefucking her tight hole, loving the slurping sounds of her wetness mixed with my saliva. She grinds her cunt into my face, chasing her orgasm, and as she starts to undulate, riding my tongue while she does, I slam three fingers into her easily, moving my mouth to her clit and sucking hard.

She cries out, and it echoes around us as she squirts all over my face, and goddamn it to hell, I think I come in my pants a little.

Without warning, I bolt upright, pull my cock free, and slam into her hot heat, fucking her ruthlessly until she’s quivering and on the edge of another orgasm. One I won’t permit.

Yet.

Pulling out with immense reluctance, I groan when the cool air hits my cock, and she whimpers in protest.

“Not yet, Blossom. That tongue lashing was just the entrée for the night I have planned.”

Scooping her up in my arms, she squeals as I clutch her to my chest and close the car door with my hip. Rushing inside, I’m thankful I didn’t bother locking the door before we left earlier.

“Where are you taking me?”

“Where the fuck do you think, Blossom? I’m sure as shit not going to take you to bed.”

She lets out a nervous giggle. I’ve been working on one of the rooms, but she hasn’t been able to gain access to it… not until tonight. Climbing the stairs, I move toward the end of the hall and place her down softly, my hands shaking when I wrap my fist around the doorknob, anxious and excited to see her face when she sees what I’ve been up to.

Turning the handle, I look over my shoulder to find her mouth agape, her cheeks flushed, and her purple hair wild and messy. She looks even more beautiful every time I look at her.

“It’s not finished yet.”

“Ok?”

“But it’s finished enough for tonight.”

I turn and pull the handle. The scent of leather, spice, and wood envelops me, and when I step inside and flick the lightswitch on, the room illuminates in warm, dimmed tones, perfect for the contents holding purchase inside.

Dottie gasps behind me, and when I grow the balls to turn around and look at her, I wonder why in the hell I’m so damn nervous. Her brilliant, vibrant violet eyes are wide, her lips in a perfect O, reminding me how sinful that mouth can truly be.

“Damon…” she trails off, stepping further inside to inspect the room.

I let her go, leaning on the dark cherry-coloured wall, while she walks around the room, touching the furniture until she reaches the fourposter bed at the far corner of the room.