Page 77 of Off-Limits
I close my eyes and blow out a breath.
“Once the mural is done, there is nothing keeping me here.”
Damon works his jaw before relaxing.
“Let’s make a deal, ok? How about we take it one day at a time, and we will see what happens? We don’t know what tomorrow brings, but I do know one thing, and that is that I don’t want this to end.”
Swallowing, I nod my head, not realising how much I needed to hear the confirmation that I mean more to him than some summer fling. He stays on top of me a few more seconds, until he nods and rolls off me.
“Get your sweet ass up. I have coffee already brewed, and a surprise for you.”
“Surprise?” I ask, my curiosity peaked.
“You’ll see. Now up.”
I watch as he walks to the bathroom, his toned ass flexing with the movements. God damn it he is hot, and all I can think as I lay here is,this has to be a dream.
Five minutes later, Damon enters the kitchen and grabs the coffee I poured for him before quirking a brow.
“No shower?” he says, smirking.
“We both know we’d never get to work if I joined you.”
Damon grins, raising his coffee in salute, and I shake my head.
“Take your overalls off, Blossom, and lay across my lap.”
My pussy flutters and my heart ratchets.
Swallowing, I shimmy out of my overalls and position myself over his lap, waiting for his next instruction. His hand palms the globes of my ass, squeezing, and then something cold hits my cheeks.
“What is that?”
“Lube.”
“What for?” I ask, anxiety clawing at me.
“You’re going to be a good girl and wear this butt plug for me while you work.”
“Excuse me?”
“Are you defying me, sweetheart?”
I stay silent for a moment, contemplating. After a few scenarios run through my mind, I concede and shake my head.
“Good girl. Now, I’m going to work you up to it, alright? First, I’ll massage your tight little asshole to loosen you up and relax you, and then I’m going to start with one finger, and then two, like I was doing earlier.”
“You’re sticking your fingers in there?! Like more than before?” I ask, nervousness taking hold of me.
“You say that like it’s a bad thing. I told you I wanted you, all of you, Dorothy, and I definitely want all yourholes.”
I feel hot again, really fucking hot, and I can feel myself dripping by his vulgar words. This man is going to be the death of me. Damon palms my ass a few times before landing a couple of slaps, causing me to gasp, then moan.
Why does that hurt and feel good at the same time?
“I am definitely going to have to spank you if you’re going to moan and respond like that, Blossom.”
Damon spreads my cheeks apart; dripping some more lube on my asshole and starts probing. I swallow the humiliation I’m feeling, but when he slowly inserts a finger, I suddenly feel full. Too fucking full.
