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“No,” he replies. “But it will be.”
“Anything you want to talk about?”
“In all honesty, no,” he says. “It’s not worth it. I’m enjoying this food… I love that I get to share it with you.”
“I’m the lucky one,” I say while loading another forkful of casserole.
“We’ve been dealing with some drama with a rival group,” Damon says. “I’ve been talking with Kace about it.”
“Do you know what you’re going to do?”
“That’s what I’ve been talking with Kace about. Weighing our options. Thinking about how to approach it.”
“Is there anything I can do?” I ask.
“Just sit there and be your beautiful self.”
“You think I look good tonight?”
“You look hot as fuck tonight,” Damon says with a new hunger in his eyes.
“Thank you.” I blush. “Do I look good enough to eat?”
“Honey, I’ll eat anything you want me to off your body,” he says suggestively.
“Oh, you don’t have to do that,” I say with a giggle. “Although, I do wonder what it would be like to lick chocolate sauce off your cock. Or maybe you’d prefer if I sucked whipped cream off the tip of your dick?”
He puts his silverware down. “I want all of that.”
We slide out from the kitchen table and stick to each other like magnets. I’m impressed we made it through dinner for as long as we did; I was imagining having his dick inside during the whole meal.
We kiss and fondle each other, slowly moving toward the bedroom and driving each other crazy. Our motors are running on full power, and the passion is already intense. The room feels like a hundred degrees.
We don’t even make it to the bedroom.
By the time we reach the living room, I’m already without bottoms. My wet pussy is dripping for him, eager for a ride. While I rip off his shirt and belt, he rubs my pussy up and down with skill.
“Fuck, baby,” I moan.
“You like that?” he whispers in my ear while moving his fingers deeper inside me.
“So much… Put your dick in me, Damon…”
We’re both fully nude, my hands running down his body while he fingers me with enough force to make me shiver. I have chills going up my spine, and my body surrenders to his touch.
His hands travel—as do his lips and his throbbing penis—caressing and ravishing my body like no other lover. I keep expecting to wake from my dream to discover that Damon and our undeniable flame are just merely figments of my active imagination.
But I am awake. I only become more awake the longer he has his way with me. I lie back on his couch, focusing on his warm lips as they plant kisses on my body from my belly button up to my lips, then spend considerable time with my neck.
As we kiss and cuddle, he subtly and smoothly maneuvers his dick into my wet hole, getting all of his length inside of me before he plunges hard with it, knocking the breath out of me.
He fucks me slowly, taking his time with each considerable thrust. There’s an aggressiveness that I’ve not felt or seen with him before… I can sense danger on the horizon, and I face it willingly.
He grabs on to my breasts, squeezing them and giving them affection. His hands move higher up, massaging every bit of me that his fingers touch. He rubs my shoulders, converging to my neck…
I’ve never been choked before. I’ve wondered what it would feel like, but I was always scared to try. Damon is not afraid to try, and he is brave.
He hesitates before wrapping his hand all the way around my neck. Our eyes never break contact. His grip is gentle at first, somehow even delicate, and he uses my facial expressions to judge how tightly to squeeze.