Page 8 of Auctioned to the Titan

“Pinch your nipples. Pinch, pull, and then roll.”

I cup my breasts, but he shakes his head. “Just the nipples.”

Damon’s eyes travel over me as I pinch, pull, and then roll. The sensation sends a wave of pleasure straight to my pussy, and I moan.

The second the sound leaves my mouth, Damon steps closer, his hand reaching out to cup my cheek. My nipples graze his suit and I’m suddenly aware that he’s still completely dressed.

“Can Imake you feel good, baby girl?”

It’s a question but it sounds like a command.

“How…how would you do that?”

“I would kiss you.” Before disappointment can set in, he adds, “All of you. But especially…” His hand trails down, past my throat, my chest, until his fingers hover just above the heat between my thighs.

“Here.”

My breath hitches, and my knees instantly go weak. Just the thought of his mouth there, of him kissing me so intimately, makes my pussy clench repeatedly.

“I’ve never…” I start, but the words stick in my throat. He already knows. He can see it in my hesitation, in the way I tremble under his gaze. It doesn’t seem to deter him that I’m so inexperienced.

“I know,” he whispers, his thumb brushing over my hip. “I want to be your first and hopefully your last.”

I blink. He didn’t just say that.

“You don’t even know me.”

“I know. But Alice I’ve never…I’ve never felt like this for someone before. I can’t describe what happened when I saw you on stage. It’s hard to explain. It almost feels impossible, but I…”

I can see how much he’s struggling and it’s crazy because I feel the same way. My heart is pounding so hard, I’m sure he can hear it.

“Okay.”

“You’re sure?”

I have no fucking clue, but I nod, because despite everything, despite how terrifyingly new this all is, I trust him. I want him.

He lifts one of my legs so that it’s resting up on the chair before dropping to his knees in front of me.

Dear God.

When Damon leans in and presses his facethere, I close my eyes and listen to the way he inhales deeply..

His mouth drops lower and lower. He pulls my panties to the side and licks me.

Oh God.

“Look at me,” he moans against me.

I drag my eyes to see him, dressed in his suit, on his knees in front of me, sucking on my sex. His head bobs back and forth, and his eyes are closed, like he's getting as much pleasure from this as I am.

What if I mess this up?

He stops and looks up. “Relax, baby girl. Just feel.”

And then his mouth is on my pussy again, and I can’t think. I can’t breathe. The sensation is so overwhelming, so intense, I can barely process it.

“That feels so good,” I say before I can stop myself.

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