Page 82 of Call You Mine

There is nothing like waking up in the morning and spontaneously deciding to go to Disneyland. Growing up in California, I can't tell you how many times I’ve done this. Yeah it may seem a little unlike me to do so, but even back in high school the girls and I would take off for the weekend and once again become little girls roaming the park like we used to with the nanny’s our families kept for us. Not like our mothers would ever accompany us. It was the perfect escape from reality when I felt like I could no longer control the world around me, which happened more than not when I was growing up.

Though getting Damon to go with me might take a little convincing. Things between us have been good—as good as they can be when he’s really only looking my way when we’re fucking—but that has been more than enough for me. After the way the party ended last week, my brilliant idea to offer to take Caeli to Disneyland this weekend doesn’t seem like the most brilliant idea. Though, like Damon asked of me, I haven’t brought Willa or what happened up to him.

I tried Ace, but he was a fucking vault, taking my boyfriend’s side and admitting it was best to leave things the ways they were. Scarlett was just as pissed off as me, since Ace even refused to tell her what really happened. But I figured it was time to move on. If whatever Damon did got one monster off my back, then there was only one more I had to worry about, and I hadn’t heard from him either.

With all that happened, I haven’t been able to tell him what I promised Caeli.What was I thinking?I know, I was thinking I need to step things up if I want Damon to end up needing to be in a relationship with me when this is all over, but taking the grumpiest man I’ve ever met, to the happiest place on earth, with a toddler, just seems like a disaster waiting to happen.

Walking out of my room in a black lace bra and panty set, I strut to the kitchen to make myself a latte. If I have any hopes of getting my way today, I better make sure I’m perfectly caffeinated when I present this idea to him. It won’t be easy, but I have an advantage over him. The man wants to fuck me, which means minimal clothing, caffeine and a promise of a Mickey shaped ice cream is just the way to go. And maybe licking said melted ice cream off my tits. This man loves his sweets so long as they’re on my tits.

Grabbing his favorite mug, I make my way over to his bedroom, a room I’ve spent more time than I care to admit in, lying beneath him as he worships my body, making me feel more alive than I ever have. It’s like the weight lifted off our backs at Willa’s departure, allowing us to fall into a comfortable routine.

I could choose to knock, since I know after last night he’s exhausted, but then I would miss the sight of him sleeping—which is in itself spellbinding. The only time the daunting dragon lies dormant is when he’s sound asleep. It’s the thrill of walking in on him and waking him up that has me jumping out of my skin.

Waltzing into the room, I can’t help but feel like I should have probably knocked, but I really feel zero remorse when I reach the side of his bed. My baby sleeps in the fucking nude. His sheets are pooled at his feet as if he’s kicked them off. The ink covering his body is on full display and in the light, I can see just how far down it goes, but that’s not what catches my eye.

This man makes me want to break every rule I have ever set for myself. There is only so much self-respect you can have when an Apadravya piercing is begging you to drop to your knees and have a taste.

“You know I could make it dance for you. Just keep standing there and I’ll give you a show, Princess.”

His deep morning voice takes me by surprise and I look up to see that Damon is, in fact, awake. The heated look in his eyes has me clenching my thighs to cause a little friction. Enough so I can get through this exchange without losing control. I turn to place the coffee on the bedside table and feel his arms wrap around my waist.

“Mmm, fuck baby,” he groans, sending a wave of electricity throughout my entire body. My flesh is alive, a current of need coursing through me so incredibly conductive I can feel the sparks fly from just his touch. “You smell so fucking good, Wyn.”

Without warning, Damon lifts me up and over his lap to straddle him, the lace of my La Perla panties the only barrier between us—and they aren’t really meant for that.

I squeal out loud, excitement buzzing through me in anticipation. To feel his hands on me, to have his cock inside my mouth. That’s what I really came here for. If I am to convince Damon to take Caeli and me to Disneyland today, I better get on my knees and start begging.

Leaning forward, I place my palms against his pecs, digging my nails into his tanned muscles, feeling them flex beneath my touch as his breathing staggers. God, he’s so fit it honestly feelsillegal for a man to be this fucking sexy. My chest heaves, the movements making his cock twitch between us and I can’t help but move as I feel it grow harder against me.

“Fuck, Princess. You feel so good, baby. So warm and so wet.”

“Yeah,” I moan, grinding against his cock, my arousal building with every move. This isn’t the way this is supposed to be going, but fuck, he just feels too good to stop. “I need a favor, baby,” I say breathlessly, pressing deeper onto him. His hands fly up to my ass, fingers digging deep into my cheeks as he lifts me, only to push me down harder.

“Anything, baby,” he groans, throwing his head back as his hands find my hips and move me back and forth against his cock. He’s so close to coming, I can see the veins in his throat protrude, a telltale sign I’ve learned to identify he’s teetering on the precipice of coming from just the feel of my pussy rubbing against him through my panties.

I want him inside me, but that’s not the plan. I just needed to bring him close to coming apart so he’ll come quicker inside my mouth. I try to push off of him, but he refuses to let me go.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going, Princess?”

“You see,” I say, reaching for the clasp of my bra. “I may have agreed to do something for my brother and his wife.” I watch his gaze darken as my bra hits the floor, revealing just how aroused I am. My nipples are achingly hard and the way he’s staring at me as I tug my panties down and step out of them, I’m surprised he doesn’t see my arousal seeping out of me.

He lets out a low chuckle, so deep and husky it makes the hair on my back raise in awareness of just how naked I am.

He straightens up, leaning back on the headboard. “What the hell did you do, Wynter?”

“Oh, so it’s not Princess anymore?” I mock, kneeling on the bed at his feet.

I trail my fingers up his leg, my touch halting at the top of his thigh, teasing yet not touching him completely. His jaw tightens, disappointment written on his face at my sudden stop, but I’m just getting started. I came out to play tonight, came in here with a plan, and I’m not leaving this room until I get him to agree to what I want.

My fingers move and I feel his body relax as he sinks back into the mattress. I watch as he inhales a sharp breath the moment I slowly whisper against him, blowing softly against his balls. I lick my lips. “I’ve been craving this all morning.”

My mouth is salivating from just looking at the glistening drop of precum against his tip, the silver metal ball of his piercing shining as I move in closer.

Taking a deep breath, I glide my wet tongue over his balls and underneath his shaft, taking my time as I lick circles around the head. His hips jerk involuntarily as I lower my mouth onto his cock, my warm and soft lips sliding back and forth against his hardness.

“Fuck, babe. Your mouth, it’s fucking perfect, Wynter. So warm, so wet, fuck.”

I feel the walls of my throat close around the head of his cock, growing tighter and tighter as he reaches the peak of his climax. I fight the urge to lower one hand to my pussy and rub my clit so I can come with him, but this isn’t for me right now. This is all for him, though it’s getting me just as fucking turned on.

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