Page 89 of Off-Limits
Damon lifts my chin and our eyes lock.
“You haven’t disappointed me, Blossom, not at all. I just need you to be open and honest with me, ok? I can’t care for you, and be the best dominant for you, if I don’t know what’s going on in that pretty head,” he says, tapping it.
I nod my head, nestling into him, and when he lies me back down and hoists me by the waist into him, I release a contented sigh. Being in his arms feels so right, even if it is wrong, and that’s the last thought I have before darkness steals me away.
The scentof strong coffee rouses me from my sleep, and I hum in appreciation as I roll over and pat the bed next to me. My eyes flutter open when I don’t feel Damon beside me, so I stretch, throw on one of his shirts, and pad in the direction of the smell of coffee.
Stepping into the kitchen, nothing could prepare for the sight before me. Damon stands with the coffeepot in hand, shirtless, humming away to Incubus and swaying his damn hips.
Leaning on the doorjamb, I admire the view of his tight ass in those low-slung jeans of his.
He turns around with the lyrics falling from his lips, and locks eyes with me. He smirks at me but keeps singing, pouring the coffee into the mugs he has on the bench.
After he adds a little cold water, I raise an eyebrow at him. “No cream?”
“I’m watching my figure,” he jests, rubbing his six pack. “Plus, I have a young girlfriend I need to keep up with.”
“Girlfriend, hey?” I ask, kicking off the doorframe and making my way over to the bench and to him.
I sidestep the bench and walk to him, wrapping my hands around his neck and looking up at him for a kiss. He obliges of course, his hand skimming down my back and rubbing my ass lightly.
I grind into him, but he breaks away from the kiss and pushes me away.
“Oh no you don’t, you little minx. We have stuff to do today.”
“Really?
“Yes.”
“What are we doing?”
“You’ll see. Now sit that sweet ass down and drink your coffee before I bend you over my knee again.”
I bat my eyelashes at him and grin.
“Stop it, minx, and drink your coffee,” he jokes, pointing to the stool with a smile playing on his lips.
Giggling, I move to the stool and cradle the mug in my hand while Incubus’s “Drive” plays in the background. We sit there in comfortable silence, sipping our coffee, but the intensity in Damon’s eyes has me squirming, and that smirk on his face tells me he knows it, too.
We finish our coffee, and head to the bedroom so we can get ready for the day, but Damon has other plans by the mischief dancing in his eyes.
Pushing me onto the bed, he climbs between my legs, devilry clouding his stormy eyes. And with one last lingering look and smirk, he sticks his tongue out and licks from myasshole up to my clit. I cry out in pleasure, my back bowing off the bed as he repeats the motion over and over, drawing me to the edge only to leave me hanging. Nothing can be heard in the room beside my moans, his praise, and my pleas to let me come.
“Soon, baby, soon,” he says, looking up at me with my glistening juices all over his handsome face, before he resumes his assault on my swollen pussy lips and clit.
“Please!”
“Please, what?”
“Please, Sir, let me come!” I cry out in frustration, and he chuckles against my clit, sending shockwaves throughout my body.
“As you wish, your majesty,” he croons, sealing his mouth over my clit and sucking.
My hand threads through his locks and I push his face into my cunt. I can feel the pressure building. More grunts and moans vibrate on my pussy, our eyes locked as he tonguefucks my holes and sucks my clit until I squirt all over his face.
It takes me a hot minute to come down, but when the bed dips with his weight, my head lolls to the side to see him with a satisfied smirk, and a hard cock hanging between his legs while he licks my juices from his face.
“Get ready, baby, we’re going out,” he states, walking into the bathroom on steady legs.
