Page 35 of Love Gamble

Lying back in the bed, my fingers in Damon’s hair, I know that right now I’m not above begging. I might be coming off extremely horny and needy, but I’ve thought about this moment for so long, and now that it’s here I’m fucking ready. I don’t need to be sweet-talked, or for him to check in with me—he needs to just fuck me.

But I know that as it’s my first time he wants to take it slow, and I appreciate that fact. He’s being very sweet, and I have all the confidence that he’s going to make this a memorable experience for me.

The first lick of his tongue on my clit is unlike anything I’ve felt. And then he really gets into it, and I’m so hot and turned on and wet and I’m trying to be quiet, but eventually I put a pillow over my face because I just want to scream in pleasure.

He slides his finger inside while still going down on me, and it doesn’t take long for me to come. My thighs tremble uncontrollably, and wave after wave of pleasure hits me from head to toe, sending shivers all over my body.

“Oh my god, orgasms are so much better when someone else does them,” I blurt out, and he starts laughing with his mouth still on me.

Especially when it’s someone that you have wanted for so damn long.

And just when I think it’s over, he goes again, slowly working me up for another orgasm. But this time he flips me over onto my stomach and lifts my hips, spreading my thighs and putting his mouth on my sex from behind. I hold on to the headboard while he devours me. I could get used to this.

I come another two more times, and then I push him off me, lying back and catching my breath.

When I expect him to fuck me next, he doesn’t. Instead, he lies down next to me, and I can see how hard his cock is, but he doesn’t seem to be wanting to do anything with it. So I take charge and pull it out of his boxer shorts.

And wow.

It’s big.

Huge.

“Damon, this thing is a monster,” I say, and he starts laughing, his cock shaking with the motion.

Until I start stroking him. Then the laughter stops and the moaning starts.

I lick my hand to get it nice and wet and work my magic.

What I lack in experience, I’m making up for in enthusiasm.

“Fuck, Corey,” he grits out, and hearing my name on his lips is such a turn-on.

And his raspy moans are so sexy.

And then he comes, and I am absolutely mesmerized. The wild, heated look in his eyes, the way his teeth bite into his full lower lip.

It was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, and I can understand now why he’s so happy to give so much without taking. I could watch him lose all control like that forever.

“Can we do that again?” I ask on a breathless whisper.

He shakes his head at me, flashes me a panty-dropping grin and rolls me back over.

Now this is what I’m talking about.

When I wake up, he’s gone, and for a second I wonder if it was all a dream.

Did I drink too much last night?

But then I see a text from him on my phone.

Damon: Was hard to leave you this morning but had to get out of there before your brother murdered me. Need to talk to him today. Miss you already. I told Romeo about the text from Tatum.

Corey: Miss you too. I had fun last night. Seconds tonight?

Apparently, I’m a very single-minded woman.

Damon: I’m not just a piece of meat.

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