Page 11 of Give It a Day
“Being a good lay doesn’t mean I’ll marry you,” I somehow say between quivering moans.
He chuckles darkly, his fingers digging into my skin. “Give in, Kayla.” He growls, his hips bucking up into me brutally.
I see what he’s doing. He’s trying to drown out my ability to argue by pleasuring me with his body, by flustering me with his words. Andgoddamn, is it working.
I gasp again, so breathless, so lust-driven, drowning in the pool that’s Damon’s stormy dark gray eyes and all of the pleasure he’s giving me.But my mind’s made up. “No.”
His eyes widen a little, only visible to me so up close. He looks shocked, maybe because I’m still able to say no to him, despite being overwhelmed with thrill at the way his cock is thrusting in and out of my gripping pussy.
He grunts hungrily. That sound drives me wild. His hands roam up my back to tangle in my hair. “Kayla,” he warns, his hips bucking into me harder, trying to disorient me.
“Oh,fuck…!” I groan, holding onto his arms.
“Give in,” he demands again, his voice strained. His hips move at a more brutal pace, each thrust aimed at hitting my deepest spots.
I scream, my eyes clenching closed as I see stars. “Fuck, Damon!” It feels like heaven when my pussy clenches around his cock like this. It’s like we fit together. It’s scary just how well we do.
“Look into my eyes when you come like that,” he commands, his hand leaving my hair to pinch my chin hard, making me open my eyes.
His thrusts stretch out my orgasm, coming in wave after wave.
“I want to see those gorgeous eyes of yours roll back when you finally give in.” His thighs tense as he continues his punishing rhythm. He really means to break me.And I want more.
I want him to ruin me.
My eyelids are fluttering again and my brows furrow while I gasp and gasp, even more breathless as moments pass by, riding out every wave of electric pleasure. “So good…”
He swallows my whimpers, his kiss brutal as he tries to break my resolve. His hands roam my body indulgently, marking me with bruises from his grasping fingers. “Youfeelso goodwrapped aroundme,” he growls against my lips, “but it’s not enough.”
“No to the wedding.” I moan louder and louder as he keeps hitting the spot inside me that makes me see white, and he kisses me until I’m melting beneath him.
He pulls back to look at me with a fierce determination. “We’ll see about that,” he snarls, his hips stuttering as he hits his own climax. He buries himself deep inside me and holds still, his hot seed filling me.
“Fuck, Damon, pull out!”
He ignores my protest, still pinning me down, his cock still buried deep inside. “No, becauseyou’re mine.”
Hearing his possessive words, I feel my pussy milking his cock. I’m comingagainfrom this man breeding me even though I told him not to.
Really, heart and pussy? This does it for you, huh? Fuck. I’m so fucked.
Damon is making me do things I wouldn’t normally agree to, but my body’s made up my mind.
His lips curve into a smug smile, while my pussy milks every last drop from him greedily. He leans down to whisper in my ear, his breath tickling my neck. “See what your body wants, even if your voice won’t admit it?”
“Don’t be a dick, Damon.” I smirk back at him, though more tired, compared to the way his smirk is more effortlessly charismatic. “I got what I wanted. Did you?” Of course I’m referring to the fact that I got laid, and that he’s stillnotgoing to make me walk down the aisle at our supposed wedding that’s taking place in less than a couple of hours.Insane.
I may be totally fucked for being into Damon’s devilish side, but a wedding so soon after meetingisactually completely nuts.
A deep chuckle rumbles in his chest as he pulls back to look at me. “Oh, I’m gonna get exactly what I want too, little bird,” he says with a smirk, gently pushing my hair from my face. I can so easily bite those fingers, but they sure feel good touching me instead.
“Little bird…” I mirror in a murmur of disdain, knitting my brows at him, and hiding the way I want to melt under his touch some more.
Instead, I try to slip out from under him to start getting dressed andhopefullyfleethis place before I’m forced into a wedding I don’t wanna be part of.
When I try to slip away, he only holds me tighter, his muscles flexing. “Heading somewhere?” His voice drops to a husky whisper. “We both know you’re not leaving this car until you say you’ll marry me.”
His cock twitches inside me, still hard. I let out a breathy moan. “I told you…” I say, glaring at him as I try to still my racing heart. “I’mnotmarrying you.”
