Page 35 of Pleasure Payback

‘I haven’t been fucked properly in a very long time, Damian. I was busy, you see, trying to get back on my feet after what you did. But now my business is thriving again and I’m on the brink of striking an exciting new deal. Why the hell not see to my needs with an orgasm or six with someone I have a connection with?’

I was goading him. It was turning me on. I needed to stop.

The fingers gripping my waist dug in. Not enough to hurt but enough to confirm I had his sizzling, unwavering attention. The weight of it dripped right through to my bones. ‘You have a connection withme,’ he replied cuttingly, right before his mouth crashed on mine.

A part of me had seen this coming the moment I’d started taunting him. That part joined the rest of my body to sing with lustful joy as sparks turned into flames and engulfed me.

For two long years I’d relived the electrifying thrill of kissing Damian.

Reality was, oh, so much better.

There was no tentative exploration. Our tongues boldly stroked and duelled, dragging taste and texture from each other as my arms wound around his neck.

He pulled me roughly into his body, his feverish hands relearning my every curve. In turn, I ground those curves into him, imprinted myself against his hardness as hunger became a living, twisting entity I couldn’t control.

He rolled his hips sinuously, refreshing my memory of how expertly he could move. My fingers tunnelled into his hair, my nails scraping his scalp in a frenzied need to keep him where he was, delivering pleasure I’d been seriously starved of.

With a thick groan, his fingers dug into my ass, tugged me up tighter into his groin and pivoted me against the bar.

Heat exploded between my legs, my clit swelling with enough crazed enthusiasm to draw a whimper from me.

Damian pulled away for a scant second and eyes ablaze with carnal intent met mine. ‘You taste even better than I remember.’ One hand roved my body, caressed my ribcage, my lower back, and then palmed one breast. ‘And you’re just as lush,’ he muttered thickly before squeezing my nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

I cried out, jerking against his hold. ‘Ah...’

My reaction triggered a rabid response. His breathing grew harsher and his mouth returned to devour mine. Sounds continued to trip unaided from my throat and I was convinced I’d orgasm just from kissing Damian.

Abruptly he gripped my waist, lifted me up and strode purposefully towards the sofa.

The moment my back hit the cushions, he crawled over me and dragged me into another erotically charged kiss.

Urgent hands returned to my breasts.

Double the torture, double the pleasure, he moulded them, then toyed mercilessly with the stiff peaks, driving me even further insane. When desperation for oxygen drove us apart, he raised his head, staring down at me. The sight of lips bruised from our kiss and hair falling tangled by my hands, was almost too arousing to bear.

Lust and a touch of bewilderment crowded his face. ‘I didn’t think it was possible.’

‘What?’ I cringed at the husky slur to my speech.

‘That I could be this turned on by you. Just kissing you for a minute is already screwing with my head.’ He lowered his head and took my mouth in another sizzling kiss before he abruptly broke off. ‘How long?’

‘What?’ How was he forming words when my brain was under threat of turning into mush?

‘You said you hadn’t been fucked in a while.’

‘You think now’s the time to remind me why I’m in this state?’ I parried.

The stinging resentment I should’ve felt didn’t surface. It was buried beneath the colossal weight of my arousal.

His fingers didn’t stop torturing my nipples, nor did his expression show an ounce of regret. ‘Tell me,’ he demanded in a low, sexy voice.

Did he really think I was going to inflate his ego by divulging that I hadn’t slept with anyone since him? My hands trailed down his back to dig into his ass. Simultaneously, I undulated my hips, bringing his cock into singeing contact with my pussy. ‘Do you want to do this or do you want to ask questions I won’t answer?’

He stared at me with eyes almost black with desire. ‘Do what exactly?’

Fuck me hard. Make me scream with ecstasy the way you did in Boston.

But not until he begged for it.

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