Page 69 of Call You Mine

I brought one hand to her neck, wrapping my fingers around her throat as I thrust my throbbing cock into her with no end in sight. She grunted, a loud moan trying to escape her throat, but I tightened my grip. I leaned forward pressing my weight into her as I kept us moving, my hips slapping against her ass. She moaned so close to coming again for me. I could feel her pussy grasping me, another impending orgasm begging for release.

She submitted completely to me and it only egged me on further. Just as I felt her about coming apart, I pulled out of her, with one hand on her hip I flipped her so her ass was up in the air in front of me and her face pressed up against the mattress, her hands still tightly restrained against the headboard. I shoved into her from behind, making her scream my name as her orgasm took over, her body shaking as her pussy clenching around my cock. I slammed into her three more times before my body froze, my orgasm taking over as I came inside of her, shooting my cum into her with my forehead pressed against her back. Sweat dripped off my face and onto her skin, our heartbeats pounding in sync, our labored breathing the only sound heard in the room.

“Fuck,” I groaned as the last of my cum shot out of me. Wynter gasped for air as I slipped out of her, turning her back over before collapsing on top of her.

We were both breathing hard, yet neither one of us said a thing. Two sweaty bodies covered in each other’s arousal, her hair disheveled and out of control. Running a hand over my beard, I felt the sweetness of her arousal coating me and I swore I’d never wash it off if it meant I could keep the reminder of her for eternity.

Sitting up, I reached for her wrists and released her, two flimsy arms falling against me as I picked her up and laid her back down against the pillow. I slipped into the bed beside her, letting her rest her head against my chest. The earlier fire that was inside of her was now extinguished, but not because it was any less potent but because we’d just fucked like to maniacs that would never have enough and it was equally exhausting as it was exhilarating.

“Damon, that was…”

“Shh,” I told her, crashing my lips against here not wanting anything to ruin this perfect moment. Our lips tangled together like it's exactly what they always meant to do. Our tongues danced to a song they only knew, following the right steps and rhythm. “Go to sleep, baby. I need you well and rested because trust me Wynter, this is only the beginning.”

The reasonI came to her in the first place tonight was because Jade called me, worried that something was wrong with her. Jade told me what happened when Willa showed up and walked into the bar throwing insult after insult at Wynter before they got into some heated conversation. Jade had overheard Willa saying something about money she was owed and she even went as far as asking me if Wynter was having money troubles.

The worst part, I had no fucking clue what to say. Wynter seemed to have enough money to continue buying the same style of designer clothes she used to wear. She had enough money to fly here from New York, though when I found her she was planning on staying at some rundown, rat infested motel. Hell, she even had enough money to pay me to be her fake boyfriend, though I hadn’t cashed that check. I would not take any money from her, anyway. Not for that.

Then again, if she wasn’t in need of money, why did she take the job to work at The Silver Wolf in the first place?

It pissed me off to think she was having any troubles and was refusing to ask me for help.Why hadn’t she gone to her brother?I’m sure Scarlett would have mentioned something to me if she had.

But if it’s her mother who’s after her money, I wouldn’t be surprised if Wynter was purposely keeping it from her. I know Willa’s been in hiding since her husband and his brother ended up on the other side of the law for once. Not that she was being hunted or blamed for any of their corruption, but she was socially exiled from her society. For these people, that was way worse. Clarissa kept me in the loop of all the drama that transpired between the bored housewives of Hillcrest Hills—not that I cared in the slightest but since a lot of them were our most popular clientele, it was important to understand the ins and outs of their society. The who’s who and all that.

Then there’s the whole thing about Wynter acting paranoid like she was afraid of someone at the bar. Jade mentioned this older guy was perving on her during her shift, but she didn’t think he was the reason Wynter was acting scared. She was jumpy all night, acting like she was being watched or followed, the same way she’s been with me since she stepped foot at my door a month ago.

I knew the moment I laid eyes on her that something wasn’t right. The secrecy, the messages she keeps leaving the room to answer with a look of terror in her eyes. Then there’s the fucking dead rat that showed up in a box on my door last week which I haven’t been able to get out of my head. None of this sits right with me, which is why I was fighting to keep my distance from her, but that’s all gone to shit now.

After what occurred earlier today, when she tried to seduce me out by the pool, my goal was to stay the hell away from her, not barge into her room unannounced—even if this is my house—and I have her come onto me yet again.

I thought testing her was going to be a good idea. Proving to her she was all talk and wasn’t down to go through with her teasing, yet I was the fool.

Lying beside her in bed, her head resting on my chest while her leg is draped around mine holding me close, well I could stay here for the rest of my life and need nothing. I can still see the redness marking her pretty yet swollen lips from how rough our kisses were, how passionately she met my every move. Every inch of her sweet alabaster skin painted with a tinge of pink from the way my fingers tightened around her, my beard scraped against her, and my lips devoured her with no intention of ever stopping. My hand imprinted on her ass, the indentation of my fingers like a necklace around her neck.

Fuck, I’m getting hard again from just looking at how incredibly beautiful she looks wrapped around me. I feel a sharp ache in my chest, my ribs tightening as my heart stammers against it. My jaw tightens and my hands shake, as every inch of me breaks out in a cold sweat.

What the fuck is wrong with me?“Fuck,” I curse under my breath, hating the way my body instantly feels like I’ve lied down in the middle of a field of fiery lava rocks.

It’s uncomfortable but worse of all, it’s alarming. “I have to go,” I whisper against her lips, but all I hear is the soft hum of her breathing. She’s dozed off. Careful not to wake her, I lay her head on the pillow and slip out of the bed without making a sound.

She looks like a fucking angel lying naked in the bed, her sheet draped along her back yet not covering a damn thing. Her pale skin is a stark contrast to the dark blue satin sheets, her white hair a blanket of snow draped along the pillow. She’s fucking breathtaking and all mine if I’ll have her.

Which is why I agreed to this idiotic pact. Friends with benefits, that’s what she’s called it. A fake boyfriend who’s allowed to fuck her for the next month or until this ruse is over. I won’t allow myself to believe that after this contract is done, we will be anything more than what we are now, but it seems there’s a part of me, a masochistic part that wants to keep fooling himself into believing this won’t end with catastrophic consequences for the both of us.

“Where are you going?” she calls out her voice all groggy from sleep though she sounds so fucking sexy.

“Out,” I mutter back without further explanation. I’m not one to explain myself to anyone and that will not change now just because I fucked her. I’m a man who’s relied only on himself his whole life and that’s the way shit’s going to remain.

She sits up, not caring that her tits are on full display and the only thing covering her sweet cunt from me is the sheet that delicately draped around her. Though at any moment it can fall

“Right now?” she asks, looking over at the clock on her bedside table. Two o’clock in the morning, yeah try explaining that asshole.

So I say the only thing I can think of that would make sense to her. “I have to go into the office, have some work I need to finish. I was only supposed to come home to check on you but…”I don’t finish my sentence because frankly I don't know what else to say.I have some work I need to get done, but I came home to check on you and then started fucking you like a madman and forgot all about it.Because that’s exactly what happened.

Her expression shifts, the sweet smile she was just giving me as her eyes roamed over my naked body, turned melancholy when I told her I was leaving. Way to fucking go Damon.

I’d never imagined I’d be walking out on her in the middle of the night instead of staying in bed and fucking her till the early hours of the morning, but this is what she wanted right. Friends with benefits means fucking with no feelings. If I were to stay here, I’d be giving her the wrong impression of what this means to me.

Ignoring her longing pleas, I get dressed, opting out of putting my suit jacket back on and instead leaving it where it is on the couch. Looking around, I notice my tie is beside her on the bed, where I left it once I removed it from around her wrists so I decide on leaving it there as well. No way I’ll ever be able to wear it again without thinking about how I had her wrists bound as I fucked her from behind.

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