Page 76 of Dirty Little Secrets
He grabs the back of my damp thighs, breathing ragged and heavy and confident. “I saidride.”
Hesitating for only a brief second, I crawl up on the table and position myself above his plump, wet lips. He makes the decision for me, pulling me down against his large, sloppy tongue.
“Fuck…” I moan, knees digging into the table as he glides his mouth against me, side to side, deciding my speed. My breasts bounce with every calculated movement, and I pinch my nipples, relishing in his expert ministrations. “Damon.”
The woman across the room releases Quinton’s cock, wiping her chin before standing up. She gives him a smile, and he nods, his nails digging into her hips as he settles her on his lap. With one glance at me, Quinton grins, bringing her down onto his erection—hard. She screams. An actual scream, and I don’t like that.At all.
Damon slaps my ass as I accidentally slow down, and I pick up my pace, matching the bitch riding Quin’s cock. It’s like a race. And I intend on finishing first.
Rocking my hips with ferocious speed, I moan, throwing my head back as another wave of pleasure drowns me. And Damon. He’s soaked. Swimming in my release.
“Come here,” Damon growls, slipping out from under me. He grabs my arm, yanks me off the table, and shoves me headfirst into the couch. “Ass up, mami. Open those fucking cheeks for me.”
My heart fucking hammers in my chest, my limbs tired and sated, but I do as I’m told. I do as he wishes. I do asIwish. And I want him. I want him inside of me. So deep inside.
Damon slaps my ass. Hard. And again and again and again. I lurch forward each time, the side of my face gliding against the cold leather.
Quinton bends the woman over, doggy style. So he can see. So he can seeme. So he can pretend the pussyhe’s fucking is mine. Damon’s palm smacks one more time against my reddened skin, and I yelp, legs shaking.
“Spread your ass for me,” he rasps, dragging the tip of his cock along my slit, teasing me, taunting me, giving me fucking life. My spine curls as he surges forward, ripping my walls and stretching me wide open. “Fuck, baby.”
“Oh, God,” I moan as he slips in and out of me, lightly slapping my sore ass. “Don’t stop. Don’t you dare fucking stop.”
Suddenly, Damon arches over, pinning my arms behind my back. He pulls me backward, my cheeks slapping against his lower belly as he continues to hammer me dead. He snakes one arm around my neck, my wrists secured in his grasp.
My head rests on his shoulder, his lips feathering my ear lobe as he growls, “You like being watched, don’t you?” No words. Only whimpers. Only moans. Only primal breaths of damnation escape me. “Answer me!” He tightens his grip around my throat, creating more euphoric pleasure. “You like being a little slut, don’t you? You like being fucked like a dirty whore?”
“Y-yes…yes!” I manage, my entire fucking body reacting to him. To the strain in his voice, to the roughness of his actions, to his fucking everything.
He expels a devilishly dark chuckle, his chest vibrating against my spine. “And whose little slut are you, mami? Huh?” His voice drops low. Menacing. “Whose?!”
“Yours,” I whimper, my insides pulsing and shaking and ready to explode. “Yours!”
“And don’t you forget that,” he grunts, slamming into me with one final thrust that shoots me over the edge. He spills inside me, groaning. “Fuck…”
I take a deep breath, unable to see, unable to move.
Damon pulls back for a second, and I swing a leg over the couch. He stops me. “Where do you think you’re going?” I crane my neck over my shoulder, and he grins at me. “We’re not anywhere near done.” He nods to the table. “Lay down.”
“But—”
He lifts a stern brow, waiting for me to say the word that stops it all. My lips stayed glued shut. He wants me to snap. He wants me to bend. And I get it. An even playing ground. The jokes on him, though. He doesn’t have nearly enough cum in those balls to make me break.
“Yes, sir,” I purr, my calves hitting the edge of the table as I stumble over, wobbly and uncoordinated.
Damon strokes his cock as I lower myself down and spread my thighs open. A part of me is surprised he’s still hard. Another part isn’t shocked at all. Damon’s heady gaze flicks down to my pussy, to his cum leaking out of me. He grins, admiring his dripping mark.
I tilt my head, snaking a hand down to my sex, my fingers mixing his juices with my own. A feral groan rumbles out of him as I bring my index finger to my lips and lick.
“Mmm.”
That’s all it takes. Like a carnivorous beast, he pounces on me, his cock slipping inside me with effortless ease, and then he fucks me. All of me. Every inch ofmy skin is covered by his touch, by his licks, by his pinches and slaps, and beautifully cruel kisses.
He smothers me with sin, with heaven, with all the wicked levels of hell until he wins. Until the entire room disappears and all I can see is him. His touch hypnotizes me as he moans my name, as he fucking sings it, like a goddamn hymn.
When the song ends, he collapses on top of me, our breaths dancing in the aftermath of an earth-shattering natural disaster. It has to be a disaster. Nothing that feels this fucking good is ever a blessing. But as he sits up, features tame and soft, he looks down at me like I’m an angel, something holy.
And for a fleeting second, I almost want to believe him.
