Page 73 of Beautifully Conflicted

“They aren’t that sensitive.”

“We could test that.” His finger inches toward my nipple, veering to the valley between my pecs at the last second.

I suppress a shiver. “What is it with you and data collection?”

“Observant people make the best lovers.”

“Ew, don’t call us lovers.”

“What should I call us then?” Damien’s fingers trail down my abs.

“Not lovers. Fuck buddies or something.”

“You said we can’t be friends so buddies is out of the story.” The tip of his forefinger grazes over my happy trail.

“Not literal buddies, just… What the fuck are we even talking about?” I let out a frustrated huff.

“I know your triggers, and pinching your nipples almost always gets you to come.”

I’m about to protest when he swivels his hips, the sudden onslaught of sparks shooting along my length reminding me I’m buried balls deep in his ass. How I’d forgotten I don’t know, but whatever voodoo shit he did to distract me worked, and I’m no longer ready to tip over the edge.

I need to move though, so I give his ass a quick, firm smack. “Stop stalling and show me what this tight ass of yours can do.”

Damien’s eyes, which were already heavy with lust, get several shades darker as a sly smile spreads across his face. “You’re on, Lucy.”

Given the challenge I just issued, I’m expecting him to start bouncing on my cock with reckless abandon. Instead, he stretches backward, bracing his hands on either side of my thighs, and gives me an unobstructed view of our joined bodies. I can only see the bottom inch of my dick, the rest obscured by the hole stretched taut around it. Until he starts to grind.

The motion only reveals another inch or so of my length with each rotation, but watching his ass flex and contract around me tricks my brain into believing I’m tunneling deep inside him, and once again I have to fight off the urge to come.

I can feel himeverywhere.

The agonizingly slow pace is a tease, but it’s also erotic as hell. Every muscle in Damien’s body is coiled tight with the effort of holding himself upright, yet they ripple seductively as he gyrates with exaggerated care. His cock is flushed pink and pointing straight to the sky, balls compressing against my groin each time his sinks low enough that I bottom out.

Damn.Just…damn.

I’ve never really taken the time to admire Damien’s body—or any male body for that matter—but his muscle and bulk and obvious arousal are nothing short of stunning when you put them all together. Not to mention, the raw strength he obviously possesses coupled with the almost tender way he’s introducing me to his body has me straight up mesmerized.

I’m not even moving, just lying here motionless while he languidly fucks himself on my cock, and I’ve never been so turned on.

“You fill me perfectly.” Damien sighs as grinds deeper.

“Better than the dildo?”

He gives me a coy smile. “I’ll need more data to know for sure, but so far so good.”

I can’t hold back my derisive snort, although it’s cut short when Damien suddenly stills and clenches around me.

And here I thought he was tight before.

“Holy shit,” I gasp.

“Don’t mock the data collection.” He squeezes again, and I swear I see stars. “It’s for your benefit.”

“My bad.” I gasp for breath when he relaxes.

“It goes both ways, you know. Pump my dick and see what happens.”

Though my limbs are shaking—they must’ve been wound tighter than I realized—I slide my hand from his hip to his shaft, trapping it in my fist and jerking him with the same slow pace he’s riding me.

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