Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 35349 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35349 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
After two months, he wasn’t even close to being tired. His cock got hungry at the thought of her.
He didn’t like that she wanted to find work and was even considering her life without him.
That’s because you want her for more than a fuck!
With two months behind them, he figured her first monthly cycle would see his boredom in place and searching for another woman.
It hadn’t.
He’d stayed with her, watching romance flicks and eating stupid amounts of ice cream. What he had discovered was he hated to see her in pain, especially if he couldn’t give her pleasure afterward, and Meghan had bad monthlies. She was in constant pain, and he hated that.
Still, he didn’t want to think about what that meant.
Women with emotions were not his thing. Meghan ended up crying at a couple of the sad movies, and rather than be annoyed, he’d comforted her. He wanted her to lean on him, to crave him, to give him a chance to show her that he could be there for her. That she didn’t have to hide.
Again, what the fuck was going on with him?
He loved being near her. Meghan wasn’t just a hole to enjoy or three holes to pick from. He loved hearing her laugh and would often tell her jokes just to hear the sound.
Fingering her pussy, he watched the men on stage. One of them was poised at the woman’s entrance, and as he slammed to the hilt and her pleasure echoed around the room, the only woman Damon cared about was in his arms, her wet pussy gripping his finger as he finger-fucked her.
“Please, Damon,” Meghan said.
“Tell me what you need?”
“I need you to make me come. Please. Please.”
This woman is mine. She’s my little virgin. No other man can ever touch her. Can ever hear her scream her pleasure.
All mine.
No one else’s.
He nibbled on her neck, drawing his fingers up from her pussy as he stroked over her clit. Back and forth, he teased her, relishing every single sound as she started to rock her hips onto his hand, needing him, hungry for his fingers.
When she was at the peak, he didn’t postpone her pleasure. He sent her over the edge, keeping an arm around her waist as she found her release. She cried out his name, and it was so fucking beautiful, he didn’t let her go but held her.
He couldn’t give her up.
Which was why she could finish her degree but he wouldn’t let her go.
He couldn’t.
Chapter Nine
Something burst open within Meghan. It was like a door had been opened. Sitting in the sex club, watching the woman suck one man and getting fucked by another, feeling Damon’s hands. All of it. She couldn’t take the overwhelming hit on the senses.
Even as he brought her to a screaming orgasm, and she had let go, giving him everything, it wasn’t enough. She needed more.
Damon released her body, but she didn’t stop there. Going to her knees within the booth, she turned toward him.
Seeing the woman sucking on the man’s cock, she’d wanted Damon, his dick in her mouth, sliding to the back of her throat, filling her with his cum.
Attacking his belt, she didn’t give him the chance to argue. There was no way he was going to escape this.
With his cock in her hand, she ran her hands up and down the length. His pre-cum already pooled at the tip. Running her fingers through it, she massaged it into his head. She’d sucked his cock a couple of times, but whenever they were in a room, it tended to end in sex or with him licking her pussy.
He reached out, wrapping her hair around his fist. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?” he asked.
“I want to suck your cock, Damon. I want you to fill my mouth with your cum.” She saw she’d surprised him, but she liked that.
Flicking the tip, she stared into his eyes, watching the glint within them, and it was so fucking sexy. She wanted to drive him crazy. To show him that she could give him just as much pleasure as he gave her. That they were both equals.
Her virginity aside, she hoped he craved her. Thought about her all the time.
Why do you want this?
She ignored the question running through her head and instead focused on taking his cock. She took the mushroomed head between her lips, sucking hard. More of his pre-cum erupted on her tongue, but she wanted even more.
Bobbing her head up and down his length, she let out a moan as he tugged on the strands of her hair. He took control, making her take more of him in her mouth, and she loved it. Staring into his eyes as he hit the back of her throat, she fought against her gag reflex as she took as much of him as she could.