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Elodie gave me a lopsided, gap-toothed smile, and I could see her resemblance to Connor. I imagined Damien’s little girl or boy, standing there with a big grin and a dimple, and my heart squeezed painfully.

Chapter 30

Damienglancedoveratme as we drove away from Connor’s house. He shook his head, then started chuckling.

“What?” I asked.

“You can’t help yourself, can you?” He took my hand and kissed it, then nipped the tip of my index finger.

I shivered slightly. “What do you mean?”

“Helping Elodie. Having Isa and Javier over at the house. And a Christmas Day feast laid out when we got back.”

“You guys were gone for almost two hours. We got hungry. It’s obvious Connor needs help with Elodie, and Isa is great. Except for the fact she can’t stand Connor, it’s a match made in heaven.”

We made it back to Damien’s place a little while later. When we walked into the kitchen through the garage, he laid his phone, wallet, and keys on the counter, then took my backpack from me, peeled my jacket off, and backed me into the fridge. Bending down, he nuzzled my neck, then drew his tongue up the shell of my ear. I shivered and wrapped my arms around him, twisting my hands in his hair. He slid his leg between mine and nudged them apart.

“It’s only been two fucking days, but it feels like a month since I’ve been inside you.” He murmured a few of the dirty things he wanted to do to me, and my knees went weak. He rubbed his thigh against my cleft, and the friction made my head spin. Running his hands up my ribcage, Damien took off my shirt, then gathered my wrists above my head.

He looked down at my red lace bra and groaned. I stood stretched out and exposed to him, and my breath came in short pants. He rubbed his chest against my swollen breasts and kissed me hard and long. My senses were surrounded by him, and I wanted to drown in his touch and masculine, spicy scent. He leaned down and sucked and licked at my cleavage, and I loved his impatience and his need to touch me. I’d been struggling with the same urges since I left his bed.

He unsnapped my bra and lifted it up over my outstretched arms. Then he cupped my breasts and rolled my nipples between his fingers.

My thoughts scattered, and I arched into his hands. “I want to touch you, too.”

He smiled wickedly, then bent down and pulled my nipple into his mouth, sucking hard on one and then the other. When he finally came up for air, I was rubbing myself frantically on his thigh and my hands had come down to slide into the back of his jeans.

He smiled while he kissed me. “No, keep your hands up for me.”

I reluctantly put my hands back up and pushed into him. He pulled his own shirt off, and reached down to undo my jeans. He slid his hand inside and cupped my wet slit under my panties. “Kick off your shoes. I need to be inside you.”

It took me a second to process what he was asking, but in the meantime, he’d bent down and efficiently tugged off my shoes and socks then pulled my jeans and panties down my legs. He helped me step out of them then stood up and wrapped my legs around his waist.

“I want in.”

A desperate need spread low in my belly, and I nodded. He positioned his length at my opening, then powered inside me. My head flew back, and I brought my arms down and wrapped them around his shoulders, digging my fingernails into his back. His bare cock felt so good, even with the pain of him stretching me open to accommodate his size.

“Oh, God. Oh… God,” I chanted. He pushed himself in and out a few times until he finally bottomed out inside me, and I felt the tip of his shaft hit against my cervix.

He gathered me in his arms, then walked us over to the countertop. Damien set me on top and brought both my legs out, so I was doing the splits along the edge of the counter. He pulled my hips forward a little, then buried himself deep inside me again.

“Keep your legs spread.” He leaned me back and brought my core right to the edge, then thrust himself into me several times before having to stop so he wouldn’t come.

“I’ve been wanting to do this since I watched you stretch out last year. You did the fucking splits like it was nothing. You don’t know how many times I’ve jacked off to this fantasy.”

“I need you deep and hard right now,” I moaned, leaning back on my hands, and pushing my pelvis into his thrusts.

His depraved and wicked grin made my toes curl and my pussy spasm around his cock. He gave me several hard, deep thrusts and continued to pump in and out of me. My breasts jostled each time he shoved himself in, and I felt a climax start to build. He reached down and stroked my clit, then leaned over and drew one of my nipples deep in his mouth. He pulled and sucked on it. Then Damien bit down, and my climax rose and sizzled through me.

“Please,” I begged mindlessly. He smiled against my breast until he felt my channel clamp down on his cock and ripple over him as I came. He propelled in and out of me several more times, then slammed his cock deep inside. He groaned long and low as he orgasmed.

Damien eventually pulled back when he felt his own semen dripping down his leg. “Fuck.” He grimaced, grabbing a dish towel. “It’s only hot when my semen drips down your legs.”

I snickered and gingerly brought my thighs together. I groaned a little at my sore, abused muscles. “If you always give me a mind-blowing orgasm to go with it, the mess is a small price to pay.”

He smirked and leaned down to kiss my neck. “I’m glad you think so, Legs.”

We finally made it to his bedroom and started getting ready for bed. My backpack was still in the kitchen where we’d dropped it when we first got to Damien’s house. I walked out to grab it, and I glanced down and noticed Damien had a couple of text messages on his cell phone sitting on the counter next to my backpack. I didn’t think anything of it until I noticed the messages were from someone named Sadie.

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