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“I can’t believe we ran into each other like that,” I chuckle awkwardly.

“I would never have guessed something like that would happen,” he agrees. “Never in a million years.”

“Are we going back to Raw Wheels?” I wonder. “I drove there—I don’t think the address you gave him is…”

“No, my beauty,” he says quietly in my ears. “We’re going to my house.”

I start to run my hands across his face, feeling his soft facial hair under my fingers.

“Unless you’d rather not,” he adds.

“No, I want to go to your house… Take me to your place,” I say.

“It’ll be my pleasure, milady…”

With that, we can no longer fight the force that is pulling us together. We are kissing each other like we would never be able to kiss another person again. I hunger for him, crave his lips and his saliva… I want to taste more of his fluids and see how I like them…

I also want him to try mine… His left hand continues to stroke my legs, but his right hand surpasses my legs and finds my trembling, wet vagina. His fingers merely graze me, but even that is enough to drive me wild. Each time I feel him on me, I become wetter with desire for him, wondering what it would feel like to have his wet tongue and lips mingle with my juices. I am so fucking aroused.

We get to his house, and it’samazing. I am blown away before we’ve even gotten out of the cab. I am impressed by the outside alone.

“Ordinarily I would give you the grand tour,” Damon says while looking for money to pay the driver. “But… I think we can wait for the morning for that, can’t we?”

“I just want to be in your bed,” I say. “Take me to your bed, Damon.”

We step out of the cab, and he takes me by the hand. We walk together toward the front door, his keys at the ready, but we don’t even make it there. It’s pathetic, but we don’t care. We make out and kiss in his front yard, our bodies performing a melody before we’ve even gotten a chance to get to his bed. I need his cock to fill me with his love.