Page 105 of Heart Taker

“Look at you,” Damien whispered. “So fucking hot.”

“Holy shit.” I panted. “That was incredible.”

“You better be at my place tomorrow after work,” Damien demanded. “We need to reenact this in person.”

“Only if I can rim you. I want to suck on your hole and fuck you with my tongue.”

“Jesus, the filthy things that come out of your mouth,” Damien muttered, his legs lax, his face flushed. “I think I came again.”

“Lick it. Taste yourself.”

Damien slid his hand up his chest, higher, until he reached his mouth. He made a big show of sticking his tongue out, licking his fingers.

“Now slide that wet finger back over your hole, and tease it real good,” I encouraged.

Damien did as I asked. The sight of his finger sliding over his pink hole, the hole I was going to fuck soon, had another spurt of cum leaking out of my dick.

“I can’t wait until I can suck on that tight hole of yours,” I confessed. “I’m going to rub my beard all over your skin too, until I redden those gorgeous thighs. You gonna ride my face, baby?”

“Yes.”

“You gonna let me fuck your ass, Damien?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” Damien chanted. “I need it. Want you all over me, inside me. Jesus, I need you so fucking badly.”

“I’m gonna give you everything you need. Face-to-face. I want to watch those incredible blue eyes of yours when I pull your sexy legs over my shoulders and make you mine. Then I’m going to pound your ass until you come so hard you won’t remember your own goddamn name.”

Damien’s body jerked again, more ropes of cum covering his abs. Another spurt leaked out of my cock, my erection half hard.

“I don’t think I’m going to make it until tomorrow,” he moaned. “After coming twice in a row, I feel like I’m going to pass out.”

“Good thing you’re already in bed,” I teased. “We’re going to wreck it tomorrow. I can’t fucking wait.”

“Wish you were here now. I want to kiss you so badly.”

“I want to kiss you too,” I admitted. “I need that more than anything.”

I was completely addicted to this man, and there was no going back.

“I should let you go,” he replied. “But I don’t want to.”

“So, don’t. Talk to me.”

“About?”

“Anything,” I replied. “Hockey, sex, dreams, goals, life?—”

“We could be on the phone all night,” Damien replied with an irresistible smile.

“Exactly.”

CHAPTER 31

DAMIEN

THE FOLLOWING NIGHT

Silas was supposed to be here an hour ago. Where is he?

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