Page 56 of Off-Limits

Arrie.

Butterflies swarm my belly, and I draw my lip into my mouth and bite down on it until I taste blood. Can I do this? Can I sleep with him and then wake up tomorrow like it didn’t happen?

I don’t know.

“Dorothy, look at me.”

I peer up at him as he steps forward and cups my face, pulling my lip free with his finger and wiping at the blood no doubt on my lips. “You can walk away now. I won’t ever bring this up again, and I won’t pursue you, because I know the burden you’re carrying; it’s resting heavily on my shoulders too. But don’t we deserve this? I don’t believe meeting you through that stupid fucking app, and you being in my apartment when I got home was a coincidence, Dottie, no fucking way. Whatever is happening here is meant to happen. Don’t you feel it?”

I see the vulnerability in his eyes.

I know he’s right, but it still feels wrong, and I’m scared of how Arrie will take this if she ever finds out. But seeing him so raw and slightly unhinged, solidifies my answer and the next words that tumble from my mouth.

“Ok,” I finally say.

“Thank fucking Christ.”

I don’t have time to process what is happening. He’s lifting me up and slamming me against the wall. I squeal as my legs wrap around his head, and in the next second I’m straddling his face with my hands gripping his hair.

“Damon,” I breathe.

“Fuck you smell good. Just like I remember,” he mumbles into my lace covered pussy. The vibration from his voice sends a gentle hum all over my body as he pushes my dress higher.

“What are you do - doing?”

“About to feast on your pretty little cunt.”

Then he grips my thigh with one hand, flicks my thong to the side with his other, and his hot tongue lashes against my clit. I cry out, pulling on his hair. I’ve never done anything like this before, and a part of me is embarrassed.

But the other part is revelling in it.

“Oh my God.” My legs start to shake.

Damon growls something into my pussy but I can’t make it out. Then I hear the telltale signs of ripping.

“Damon!”

He doesn’t say a thing. He does grip my ass with both hands, and force my pussy onto his tongue harder, though. My orgasm climbs higher and higher, and before I realise what I’m doing, I’m rocking into his face unabashedly, calling out his name.

His grip on my ass cheeks, are a mixture of agony and bliss, but I welcome it even with the wall ripping at my backless dress. Heat thrums recklessly throughout my entire body, and Idecide to glance down, only to find Damon’s face covered in my juices and a wild look in his dark blue eyes.

“You’re going to come for me, Sweet Dottie. Come all over my tongue, baby, so I drown in your juices. Now!” His mouth closes over my clit and he starts sucking.

“Damon! Fuck!” I scream, my eyes locked on his as my orgasm barrels up and I feel myself explode into a thousand pieces.

Damon growls, sucks harder, and then he bites my clit, sending shockwaves over my entire body. I watch him the entire time, and it feels so naughty doing so. He makes me feel things that others have failed to do, and when he slides me down his face, his stubble rubbing deliciously on my sensitive clit, I know this is it.

I am going to sleep with Damon Woods.

He places a shaky hand in mine, leads me over to the bed and asks me to lift my arms so he can take my dress off.

He can’t hide the hitch in his voice even if he tried. The fabric glides over my body, and goosebumps ripple over my skin. When I stand there naked, he steps back and admires me.

Heat settles in my cheeks, and I shield my face from him.

“Oh no, Sweet Dottie. I’ve been waiting for this a very fucking long time. I want to see you. All of you.”

Lifting my head, I watch him undress. My heart gallops in my chest, and my palms sweat.