Page 22 of Sold on Them

“And why would you be more nervous?” he asks, his voice deepening.

Lifting an eyebrow, I gesture to him. “Are you that pressed for compliments that you need me to feed your ego and tell you just how hot you are? How I can’t stop staring at your cock and imagining it in my mouth? Or my cunt? Or even my ass?”

“So, you’re into anal now?” Damon lifts his eyebrows in return, a smirk firmly in place. “I’ll happily stick my cock in any of those places. If we aren’t allowed to this weekend, then I’ll do it afterward. Because, know this, Mackenzie. I’ve given you uponce, but I’m not strong enough to do it again. I won’t be letting you go this time.”

I gulp, my pussy clenching on nothing as desire rushes through me.

Holy shit.

His words sound slightly stalkerish but I can’t seem to find it in myself to care.

I stalk across the room, straddling his lap as my lips come down to meet his. His big hands wrap around my hips, pulling me firmly against him. His cock is hard as it meets my center. I grind against him, seeking some much-needed friction as our kiss deepens. There’s barely anything between us—a scrap of lace and a scrap of mesh the only thing keeping us from fucking right now.

And I want to.

Fuck him, that is.

The day I spent with him and Parker is still the best sex of my life, even though we’d all still been learning what we liked and what we didn’t. No one has ever compared to having the two of them in my bed. Would sleeping with Damon now pale in comparison to my memory of Parker and me?

Something tells me the answer to that would be no.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking hot,” Damon murmurs as he breaks away from me and rests his forehead on mine. “I want to bury my cock inside of you and watch you ride me so fucking bad.”

“Yes, I’d like to do that,” I say, already reaching between us to free his cock from his underwear—if that’s what one would even call them.

Damon groans as my hand closes around him, stroking him as I try to figure out how to fuck him with this damn lingerie on. Why did I choose one-piece lingerie? “I want to—so fucking bad—but our buyer could be here any second.”

“Don’t care. They paid for sex. Let’s give them a show when they arrive.” I sigh when Damon’s fingers push aside the wet lace covering my pussy and runs his fingers along my slit before finding my clit.

“I didn’t know you were an exhibitionist.”

It takes a moment for my mind to catch up with his words as he sinks two thick fingers inside me, his thumb expertly circling my clit. “From time to time, yeah.”

My hand moves jerkily along his dick as I ride his fingers, my orgasm much closer than I would’ve thought. It doesn’t take long for me to come all over his fingers, Damon drinking down my cries as he gently pushes my hand away from him. He fucks me through the orgasm before pulling his fingers free.

He breaks the kiss as he sucks his cum-soaked fingers between his lips and hums.

So. Fucking. Hot.

“Are you sure?” he asks when he notches the head of his cock at my entrance, and all I do is nod.

I’m not sure I’ve been so sure of anything in my life.

He presses into me slowly, allowing me to adjust to his size. I haven’t been with anyone who even came close to his size since him. Either my memory isn’t as good as it used to be or he’s somehow bigger. Not that it matters.

“Such a good girl,” he praises, and I preen under his words—something he definitely takes note of. “Oh, do we like being called a good girl? That’s good to know. You take my cock so good—like you were made for it.” He sinks all the way to the hilt, and my head falls backward.

I’m so full. His dick feels amazing inside of me, and if I don’t move soon, I think I just might die.

An exaggeration? Maybe, but it damn well feels like I will.

I rock against him, pulling moans from both of us before he pulls me in for another kiss. I ride him with wild abandon,fingers digging into his shoulders as I chase that high. Because of how tightly he’s holding me against his body, my clit slides across his abs with each rock of my hips, sending tiny electric shocks through my body.

At first, Damon seems happy to allow me to set the pace but eventually begins to pound into me from below.

The room fills with the sounds of flesh on flesh and muffled moans as we move together.

When I come a second time, it hits me hard as I bite Damon’s lip. He groans into the kiss, hands grinding me against him harder as he continues to fuck me.

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