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He moves at an agonising pace, and I clench my hands into fists to stop myself from reaching out.
I can’t take my eyes off him.
I’ve been waiting for this for a long time, and to know it’s going to be him, only makes this seem like it was always written in the stars.
We aren’t meant to be together, but here we are.
I keep myself in the moment, not thinking too much, andwhen he undoes the button on his jeans and pulls them down my eyes blow wide.
He’s huge.
And at the tip of his cock is a piercing.
My head snaps up to catch him smirking again.
“You’re not the only one with piercings, baby girl,” he croons, kicking out of his jeans.
How in the actual fuck is that going to fit inside of me?
With his clothes in a heap on the floor, he pushes me onto the bed, and I fall onto it with a squeal. Damon smirks at me, and then he’s crawling over me, his hand cupping my face before he trails a finger down my chin, neck, to my tits as he squeezes and pulls on my nipple ring.
“Oh shit,” I whimper, the delicious pain moving through me.
“Fuck, you are beautiful, Dottie. I hate to admit it, but I’ve been dreaming of this moment for way too long to be appropriate.”
“You, ha-have?” I stumble through my words when he pulls on the ring again.
“Mhhm,” he hums before wrapping his mouth around my nipple and sucking.
My back bows off the bed, and my hands thread through his hair while his hand moves down my body. “Since I caught you playing with yourself on my couch,” he admits, groaning in approval as his fingers work me, and I’m surprised to feel an orgasm approaching. With each suck and tug on my nipple ring, he draws me closer and closer, his fingers increasing in speed while my pussy clamps down on his fingers.
This is really going to happen.
“Damon, please. I need… more.” I don’t know what I’m asking for, but from the feral look in his eyes, he does.
Growling, he removes his fingers and movesquickly. I’m dripping I’m that wet, and when he looks down at me with his cock in his hand, his eyes hooded, I feel myself gushing.
I should tell him, I know that, but I’m scared he’ll stop and this will be over. I open my mouth, but no words come out.
Without warning, he slams inside of me.
I scream and claw at the bed as the pain slices through me.
“God damn it, Dottie, you’re tight, too fucking tight,” Damon grinds out between clenched teeth.
Realisation forms on his face and his eyes grow wide. I feel a sliver of remorse for not preparing him, but the throbbing in my pussy outweighs those feelings. I need him to move or do something because it hurts, and I feel fucking heavy.
Gritting down on his jaw, he moves in and out of me a couple of times before looking away from me, and down at where we are joined. Every time he pushes inside me and pulls out, it feels like I’m burning from the inside out and I feel the tears threatening to spill over.
Swallowing, Damon stops moving and I see the war waging in his mind.
“Fucking hell, Dottie, why didn’t you tell me?”
Chapter Sixteen
DAMON
Her pussy strangles my cock, and each time I move and her breath hitches, it feels like she’s sucking me in like a damn vacuum. I can’t look away from her or deny the pain I know she’s experiencing while I struggle to gain my bearings and do the right thing and end this.
