Page 24 of The Perfect Deception

Damien slides onto the bed, positioning himself between my thighs, his movements deliberate. The heat from his body makes my pulse quicken, but it’s the way his eyes lock onto mine that makes me shiver.

“Just relax,” he whispers, his hand steady on my thigh. “Let go.”

His words, soft but commanding, make it impossible not to.

His other hand ghosts over my stomach and then lowers to find my center, sending sparks of electricity through me. “Damien,” I begin. Gasping lightly as his finger slides inside with ease, massaging that sweet spot that has me moaning his name. “Ah!”

The cool metal of the acorn contrasts with the heat of his fingers as he slides it against my ass, lubricated and ready. My traitorous body welcomes the intrusion, and my nipples go painfully hard. This man is something else. He knowsallmy pleasure spots.

Even the ones I don’t know I have.

“Shh, just feel, Francesca,” he whispers against my skin. I nod.

Damien looks up from between my legs, his eyes dark with desire. “How does it feel, Francesca?”

“Good,” I whisper, my voice catching in my throat.

“Just breathe, Francesca,” Damien says, his voice steady. “Breathe and relax your body for me.”

I do as he says, inhaling deeply, and the feel of the butt plug moving with my breath sends a rush of pleasure through me. “Oh…ahh,” I whisper, the sensations unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.

“How does it feel, Francesca?” Damien asks, his eyes searching mine.

“It’s…incredible,” I choke out.

Damien slowly works the plug in deeper. “Take another deep breath, Francesca. Let your body open up to me. Bear down if you need to.”

I do as he says, the plug finally sliding in all the way with my next breath. “Oh, God, Damien,” I gasp, my body on fire. I’m losing my ability to form coherent sentences. His mouth and tongue are immediately on my pussy and the sensation of this thing in my ass is too much.

And not enough.

“You like that, Frankie?” I can only shake my head, unable to speak. He laps at my pussy, licking and sucking and the pain and pleasure sensation is so good I’m about to cry.

Like, bawl my eyes out. “Fuck, yes. Damien.” My words come out in short, shaky breaths. Damien crawls up my body, his cock harder than it’s ever been, and pushes into me in one smooth stroke.

The sensation is overwhelming. Tears roll down my cheeks. I’m in sexual pleasure heaven. Then, his fingers curl around my throat and he squeezes gently. The clench of his jaw, the darkness in his eyes gives him the look of a dark angel.

And I can’t breathe.

I don’twantto breathe.

I wantthis. Him.

Oh, God. Choke me. Fuck me. Kill me. I don’t care anymore. I just want this man, and this feeling of intense fucking pleasure to consume me until my dying day.

Explosions go off all over my body as I’m coming apart. Damien grips me tighter and fucks me harder. The overwhelming feeling of being completely filled leaves me breathless. “So. Fucking. Beautiful.”

“Damien…” I moan his name over and over as his cock pumps into me, my body shaking as electricity surges through my veins and fire pulses through my limbs. “Damien.” His name turns to a whisper, soft and breathless as it leaves my lips.

He leans over, pressing his lips to my overheated skin until his cock is soft and slips from my body.

“Mine,” he growls and continues dotting my skin with spine-tingling kisses. Several blissful moments later, his lips are on mine, devouring me so fiercely that I can barely breathe. I never believed a man could make me feel this way. Ever.

Until now.

Until Damien Wolfe.

Billionaire tech genius.

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