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TWENTY

Damon

Now she’s the one who’s smiling.

“You up to the challenge, hot shot?” she murmurs.

All the blood in my body—or what little is left—rushes straight for my cock.

I’m up to flying to the fucking moon and back, if she only asks.

Thankfully, in this case, the only thing she requires of me is for me to, “Get naked.”

I don’t even realize I’m moving before I’m on my feet and undressing. I love that her eyes are fucking greedy as hell as I tug off my shirt, greedier still when I reach for the button on my pants.

“This okay?” I ask before I undo it.

Because I have to.

Because I haven’t seen any hint of fear but…

I have to make sure.

She sits up, emerald eyes warm, as though sensing my inner battle, and then she extends her hand. “Come here,” she whispers.

There’s no way I can resist that.

No way I can resist anything when it comes to Joey.

I take her hand, but instead of climbing over her again, I roll to my back, bringing her over the top of me.

“Now that’s a fucking sight, Red,” I murmur, loving the way her cheeks go pink, the way her eyes heat again. Loving more when she bends over me and presses her mouth to mine. Tits against my chest, nails biting into my skin, thighs parted over my hips. She reaches for the button on my pants, flicks it open, and drags the material down to my hips.

My cock springs free and?—

“ Fuck,” I growl as her hand wraps around me and pumps.

Suddenly, going slow is the last thing on my mind.

“Do you have a condom?” she asks.

Christ.

But I manage—just barely—to force out past my spinning thoughts, past the urge to reverse our positions and thrust deep again and again and again , “Slow, baby.”

“Condom,” is her only reply.

Fucking Christ.

“In my pants,” I rasp out.

She reaches behind me, yanks out my wallet.

And then I hear the glorious sound of a condom wrapper crinkling.

“Red,” I groan as her fingers slowly roll the condom down my dick. Sweat breaks out on my forehead and my hands shake before I settle them on her hips and cajole, “Climb on.”

Her mouth twitches. “Time for me to make you smile?”

Before I can reply—or maybe taste that sexy little smirk—she’s sliding up my body and then…she’s lowering down on top of me.

The tight clasp of her body nearly undoes me.

But not as much as her moan as she bottoms out, taking me deep. “Damon,” she murmurs. “Sweetheart, you feel so good.”

I can only groan in reply.

Good doesn’t begin to describe it.

Every cell in my body has realigned to become in perfect sync with hers as she lifts up and grinds back down. It’s better than anything I’ve ever felt.

And I know it’s going to be over faster than I want.

Because already my orgasm is building, gathering at the base of my spine, ready to explode.

But I need her to get there first.

Need to watch her come apart again.

Need to?—

Her nails press into my chest, her hips jerk, her pussy flutters around my cock…

Close.

She’s close.

Thank fuck.

I clamp my hands onto her hips, thrusting up as she grinds down, bringing myself dangerously close to the edge, but doing it know that she’s there, that she’s right fucking there.

“Damon—” Her head drops back, her hips jerk, her mouth falls open…and her moan is the stuff of fantasies.

Then I feel it—the way she clenches around my dick, her rhythm faltering.

I keep going.

Because she’s coming apart.

Because I’m so close to the edge I can’t stop.

Because her pussy is far too tempting to resist.

One thrust. Another. Three more.

That’s all it takes until my strokes go wild and I’m coming inside that tight cunt.

“Fuck, baby,” I groan, pleasure exploding through me. My vision hazes, going black around the edges, stars flashing behind my eyes.

She collapses on top of me, but I barely feel the weight of her.

Not when I can hardly think, hardly do anything but try to exist in the aftermath of an orgasm that’s nearly shredded me into a million pieces.

Eventually, my breathing settles and I manage to lift a hand, to brush back her hair and get a good look at her eyes when she lifts her head. “You doing okay?” I ask, heart suddenly in my throat. Was it too much? Did I hurt her? Remind her?—

Her smile might be the best thing I’ve ever seen…aside from her tits, that is.

She nods.

“Kind of need the words, Red,” I say, even though relief is rippling through me.

Her expression softens and she pushes up on my chest, reaching one hand up and cupping my jaw. “I’m doing pretty fucking fantastic, sweetheart.”

A pulse in my chest.

In my heart.

Terrifying and exhilarating.

But mostly the second because I just had an orgasm that threatened to tear me apart, but I’m still here, whole and satisfied and with a gorgeous, sexy, naked woman on top of me, her pussy still clamped tightly around my dick, as though she doesn’t want to let me go.

In any way.

I concur.

Which is why I hold her until I soften and lose that tight clasp.

I leave the bed only so long as to take care of the condom, help her drag on a tee, and put on a pair of shorts.

She’s drowsy, half asleep by the time I crawl back into bed and take her in my arms.

And I’m not far behind her, my eyes sliding closed almost the moment my head hits the pillow.

But even as I drift off, I do it smiling.

* * *

Unfortunately, my smile fades about a minute after I wake up.

Because the bed is empty.

Her bag is gone.

And the T-shirt I helped her into just hours before is folded neatly and placed at the end of the bed.

Fucking hell.