Page 9 of Auctioned to the Titan

All at once he seems to lose control and he lifts my leg higher to give himself better access. My confidence builds again as I hold the back of his head, pressing him closer into me.

His tongue moves against me, slow and deliberate, teasing and tasting, and the pleasure builds inside me, higher and higher until it’s almost unbearable.

My mouth hangs open, desperate for oxygen as my breathing gets heavier, when Damon suddenly pulls back.

“I want to fuck you with my fingers, too.”

This time it’s a command, but he also sounds like he’s asking my permission. How does he do that?

When I nod, he pulls me down so I’m sitting on the edge of the chair and then repositions himself between my legs.

His eyes darken as he places my legs over his shoulders and puts his index finger against my opening.

“We'll take it easy tonight,” he promises as his thumb grazes my clit, causing me to shudder. He rubs my clit while the other finger slowly eases into me.

When he successfully gets the finger in, he adds another. That’snottaking it easy.

His fingers start to move, gliding inside me deliciously. I can’t think, I don’t know what to do with myself. I can just…feel.

“You’re so fucking tight, Alice. It’s driving me crazy.”

I don’t like Alice as much as I like baby girl, but it still makes my heart flip.

His fingers move, slowly at first, but then his rhythm changes, and the stretch of it, the fullness, sends me spiraling. I’m panting now, my body trembling as he works me closer to release.

“I can’t,” I gasp, my body tightening, teetering on the edge.

“Yes, you can,” Damon whispers, his voice rough. “Let go, baby girl. I need you to cream over my fucking fingers so I can taste it.”

He’s already tasted it. He’s tasted it so much that there’s probably nothing left for him to taste.

He seems to disagree because in addition to his fingers, he brings his tongue back to my clit.

“Damon!”

“That's it. Give it up for me, baby girl.”

I cry out and convulse, my whole body jerking forward, searching for release. And with a final thrust of his fingers, I do. The orgasm rips through me, violent and intense, shattering me completely. A tear slips down my cheek as my body arches up and waves of pleasure crash over me, one after the other.

He doesn’t stop lapping at my pussy even as I come. He licks and sucks until every bone in my body is relaxed.

When it’s finally over, I’m left utterly spent, gasping for breath.

Damon lifts me from the chair, sits, and settles me in his arms. His arms wrap carefully around me, cradling me against his chest while his hand strokes my hair.

“You were amazing, Alice. So fucking amazing.”

“Really?” I drawl still feeling weak and spent.

He chuckles and the sound vibrates his chest. “I could spend the rest of my life eating that sweet pussy of yours and watching you come over and over again, Alice.”

I want to question him. I want to ask why he’s saying such things. Why he paid such a high price for me? Why he didn’t have sex with me like I knew he wanted to.

But for some inexplicable reason, I say, “I prefer baby girl.”

“What?”

“I prefer when you call me baby girl.”

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