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Bringing her hands to her tits, she squeezes them together, and fuck me to hell, she looks downright sinful looking at me under those hooded, violet eyes of hers.

Stroking my cock a couple of times, I wedge it between her tits, groaning at how good it feels. I slide up and down, earning a few moans from her and myself, before I reach behind and place the suction cup to her clit.

Dottie jolts on contact. I press the on button.

“OH FUCK!” Dottie cries out, and I know it won’t take long until she’s creaming all over the place.

I start fucking her tits, careful not to remove the toy from her clit. It’s a little awkward to begin with, but once we both start moving in sync, we find a rhythm.

“Shit, shit, shit!” Dottie screams, her hips jutting upward, only to stop as she comes before jerking away.

I laugh at that. There is no way one orgasm is going to do.

I press the suction down again and turn it up to the highest setting.

“DAMON!”

“Who am I?” I growl, and she whimpers.

“Sir, please. Oh fuck, I’m going to come again…” she trails off before screaming out her release.

I fuck her tits leisurely, and like the good girl she is, Dottie keeps squeezing her tits together while coming for me, her orgasms rolling into each other.

I need to watch her one more fucking time.

“Sir, please, I can’t. It’s too much.”

“Just one more, baby, I promise. Can you do that for me?”

Sweat drips down her brow, and I wonder if I’ve pushed her too much, but then she gives me a decisive nod, and I groan.

“You were made for me, baby. Fucking made for me.”

Grinding my hips faster, I squirt some more lube onto her tits and press down on the suction. Dottie cries out, her body trembling and tears collecting in her eyes, and when her mouth opens on a silent cry, followed by her repeating my name over and over, my hips stutter and I still, coming.

Semen splashes over her neck and face, and I growl low and deep seeing my seed all over her, marking her. My cock pulses frantically, wanting more, but that’s all the bastard is getting tonight because my girl is spent.

I lean down, cup her face, and kiss her, uncaring about my come on her face or the taste of it on her lips.

She kisses me back with hunger and passion, telling me everything without saying a single word. It makes my heart sing, and my head soar. This isn’t supposed to happen, I’m not supposed to fall for her, but I look into her eyes, and I see it. She’s falling for me too.

Chapter Twenty-One

DOTTIE

This is a dream. It has to be.

Rolling over, I stretch and connect with another body. Damon’s already awake and looking at me with a grin on his face. “Did you know you snore?”

“I do not!”

“Yeah, you do,” he says, pinching his thumb and index finger together. “Just a little.”

“Oh god. Please stop.”

Damon starts to laugh, and I grab the pillow from behind my head and smack him with it, regretting it straight away when I see the look in his eyes when I pull it away.

“Oh shit.”