Page 120 of Off-Limits
I nod, pushing back, needing more of him. His hand threads through my hair and he tips my head back, his lips crashing to mine while he continues fucking me. Moaning into his mouth, I keep my eyes open as we kiss, and I see the hunger, the promise and love shimmering through the tear that clings to the corner of his left eye.
I want to ask why he’s crying, but when he slams into me harder, his teeth piercing my lip allowing blood to flow into our mouths, it’s all I can do to not cream all over his god damn cock.
Ripping away from the kiss, he smears the blood over his lips with his thumb and fuck me, it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
Damon looks possessed, like the devil himself, and I can feel myself gushing all over his dick.
“Dammit, Dorothy, your pussy is squeezing me to death.”
“Like your cock is fucking me into hell.” I sass back breathlessly.
Damon lets out a hoarse chuckle, his hips stuttering but he doesn’t stop.
“Play with yourself, baby.”
“And if I don’t?”
“Then I’m really going to punish this sweet ass.”
On instinct, my hand moves down my body, my fingers messily toying with my clit, with each thrust of his hips. My hipbones dig into the hard desk, but I don’t say shit because I can feel myself climbing toward that peak that I’m ready to throw myself over and combust.
Damon’s fist clenches tighter around my hair, his cock sliding in and out of me deliciously, but what sends me over the edge is the look in his eyes as his tongue darts out to lick the blood I can feel dried on my lips.
Fuck me to hell and back, and then send me to heaven, I come so hard, screaming his name with it echoing around us and him groaning behind me, his cum hitting the walls of my pussy as he spills inside of me.
Instead of staying inside of me like he normally does, he pulls out, not giving me time to wind down from the orgasm, and it makes me feel empty, emotions and memories creeping in.
“Spread your ass, Blossom, let me see my cum leaking from your pretty little cunt.”
My stomach tightens in anticipation, chasing away the thoughts from moments ago, and as I lay my head on the cold desk, and it keeps me centred and in the moment.
Swallowing, humiliation blooms in my cheeks, but I force myself to remember where I am, who I am here with, and then I’m spreading myself open, baring myself to him.
“Fuck me swinging, I will never get sick of seeing you filled with my cum like that, Dorothy. Shit, I’m hard again.”
I giggle, but he dies in my throat when I hear another voice.
“Look, wankstain, I’m happy you can still get it up in your old age, but could you both cover up or some shit before this gets uncomfortable?”
“Johnny, you have three seconds to get the fuck out of this office, otherwise we are having words with our fists!” Damons yells, and I bite back a laugh, not even worried that he may have seen us fucking, because something tells me Johnny would respect Damon’s privacy above everything.
But then he calls back, making me blanch and questioning what I was just thinking.
“Nice, ass, wankstain, it’s a pity about the hair.” Johnny yells back, his laughter echoing and fading out down the hallway.
My eyes snap to Damon, finding his face warring between a snarl and a smirk, and I let out a stuttered breath. Damon wraps me in his arms, kisses the top of my head, my nose and finally my lips.
“Go and shower, baby, I’ll be right back after I deal with this asshole.”
“Are you sure?”
“Dorothy.”
“Damon.”
“Get in that shower before I take you out into the workshop, and fuck you in front of Johnny.”
“You wouldn’t!” I mock gasp, giggling.
