Page 76 of Off-Limits
In the blink of the eye Damon is on top of me naked, straddling my chest. He looks up at the ceiling and taps his chin before glancing down and locking eyes with me again.
“Now, where have I seen this before?”
My cheeks heat and images of last night flood my mind.
“Oh, that’s right,” he croons, thrusting himself between my tits again.
“Youare insufferable.”
He lets loose a laugh and rolls off me, bringing me with him so I’m on top of him. One hand threads through my hair, while the other plucks my lips from between my teeth because I’m biting it.
“You are gorgeous, Dottie.”
I try and shield my face, but he stops me.
“I need you to stop hiding from me, Blossom. Whatever is happening for you, whatever you need, I am here for you.”
Memories play in my mind, and I see him caring for me after weplayed. He was so gentle, as if he was scared he was going to break me, and then when he held me until I fell asleep, I’ve never felt safer.
“I know,” I answer, simply because I believe him.
“Good. Time to get up, baby, we have work to do, but before that..” he trails off before flipping me over, and straddling me, causing me to yelp.
“What are you doing?” I pant.
“Whatever the fuck I want.”
I shiver.
Trailing his finger down my spine, he stops at my ass and scoots down, spreading my ass cheeks open, and I push my face into the pillow in humiliation.
I can feel him growing hard against my thighs, his thick, pierced cock sending me into a tailspin as I feel myself getter wetter. Something cold hits my hole, and I squeak.
“What−what are you doing?”
“Do you really need to ask that, baby? I told you I would have this sweet hole, and I’m going to take it.”
“Oh god,” I moan, feeling hot, needy, and a little embarrassed.
Damon’s fingers start massaging around myrosette, inserting his finger a little before removing it and slapping my ass.
“Time to get up, Blossom.”
“Huh?” I say confused, feeling like I have whiplash.
“It’s Monday, and you still have a job downstairs and a mural to finish,” he says, and I can hear the smile in his words, but the mention of the mural sends panic thumping through me, because once that’s done, there is nothing keeping me here, nothing tying Damon and I together.
Arrie.
Oh god, what am I doing?
I start to move, but Damon changes position and rolls me under him. He’s assessing me, his dark eyes seeing right through my damn soul, and I hate the probing feeling that accompanies it.
“What just happened for you?”
“Nothing.”
“Blossom. Do you remember our conversation last night?”
