“No more games, Jade,” I growled, leaning in close to her, my breath hot against her skin. “Tell me who you’re working for.”
“What?” she muttered, her voice cutting off as she shuddered. “I work for you.”
Rolling my eyes, I ripped the buttons off her skirt and shoved it down, revealing her peach-shaped ass. “Only me?” I asked, my tone silky as I lowered myself to my knees. She gasped, her breath hitching as I kissed her soft skin—only to scream when I bit her.
“Tell me what you’re hiding, Jade,” I commanded, smirking at the marks I left behind, “I won’t be angry.”
“I—nothing, I’m not hiding anything,” she stammered, her hands clenched into fists against the cushions. But her body trembled beneath my touch, and the resistance in her voice faltered with every stroke of my tongue.
I moved forward slowly, teasing her as I licked the wetness between her thighs, circling her cunt and her anus.
“Fuck,” I heard her whisper, and I savored the way she squirmed beneath my touch, the taste of her desire lingering on my tongue.
Chapter 1
Jade
My body heated under Damian’s touch, and I squealed at the feel of his tongue on my ass, growing panicked, and aroused.Not there, God. Not there!
The sounds coming out of me were animalistic and high-pitched. Sometimes I heard myself squeal his name, other times I cursed, scrabbling against the couch for purchase as Damian pushed my body to its limits. Touching me there shouldn’t have turned me on, but it did. I could feel myself spiraling faster and faster.
Then he pulled away, and I gulped in a breath, tipping my ass up for him. I shouldn’t have, but I wanted more.
“That’s it, beautiful,” he whispered as the sound of his zipper reached me. The metal clank of his belt buckle followed, and I didn’t even have a chance to brace myself before he shoved his thick cock inside me. “Ungh.”
“Fuck!” I screamed, arching my back as I climaxed so hard, it felt like something was tearing inside me.
The last time I fucked someone was over a year ago, and he hadn’t been anywhere as big as Damian’s cock was. His grunts reached my ears as he gripped my hips, shoving past the resistance with relentless, earth-shaking thrusts that made me sob from pleasure.
“So fucking wet,” he groaned, his weight pressing down, his breath hot against my neck as he claimed me in a way I couldn’t resist. His hips drove into mine, hard and punishing, leaving me no space to think, to breathe. “You feel so fucking good, it was like you were made for me.”
Yes.
I gasped, the sound caught in my throat as he fucked me with a brutal pace that shattered any remnants of control I once had. The burn of it was almost too much, but I couldn’t stop it—not when his grip was unyielding, not when the sharp pleasure spiraled too high, too fast.
“Damian,” I heard myself beg, felt my grip on the couch slipping. “Fuck,” I whispered again, my pussy clenching tightly around his cock. Every stroke pushed me further, the tension coiling in my belly tighter and tighter until it burst—too soon, too fast.
I cried out, the second release leaving my thighs shaking, but Damian didn’t stop. His arm banded around my waist as his movements grew harder, more desperate. We were shaking the couch—and fuck, with the way he was pounding against my ass, it felt like we were shaking the apartment.
He came with a violent thrust, spreading my legs wide so he could push himself deeper into me. My eyes rolled back as his release filled me, and I struggled to catch my breath as he sank over me with a rough moan.
The silence afterward was suffocating—all I could hear was the sound of my heart hammering against my chest. Then the world came back into focus. The ache between my thighs. His weight pressed against me, holding me in place while his breath rasped in my ear.
I was in so much fucking trouble, it wasn’t even funny. My eyes shut and I lay there, still trembling, feeling his cum as it leaked out around his softening cock. The way he kept rocking into me, pushing cum deeper and deeper.
Yep. I was screwed.
Damian pulled out with a tortured sound, and my cheeks heated as liquid gushed between my legs. I squirmed, and he slapped my ass, the sting making me buck and moan before hedid something so surprising, I was left stunned: Damian slipped two fingers along my legs, gathering the cum that had spilled. Then he shoved it back in me, massaging my pussy walls as he did.
My mouth dropped open, so surprised, I couldn’t even squeal when he repeated the process—and shoved a finger up my ass.
Jesus.
Fucking.
Christ.
But then he pulled away while I was still recovering from that shock, and it was like nothing even happened. He zipped up his trousers, then buckled his belt and moved away, leaving me cold as his warmth dissipated from my skin.
