Page 47 of I'm Not in Love (I Promise)

He pulls up and I feel him shift inside me. With a smirk, he says, “Oh, did you think we were done?”

“What? I—uh, yeah? Isn’t that how it works?”

He chuckles low against my ear, causing me to shiver. I shift beneath him and feel his cock already growing hard inside me.Oh.

“Not with me, Angel. I told you, once I’m inside you, I’m never leaving.” Then he wraps my wrists in his hand and holds them above my head. “You’re coming at least three more times tonight.”

“Damon, I can’t,” I start to argue as he grinds into me. Rolling his hips so I take him deep. Holy hell, he feels so good now that I’ve adjusted to his size. Okay, maybe I can.

He smiles, dimples popping out. “I see that look on your face. You can, can’t you?”

Fucking Freddy.I’ll never sleep again but I guess I can’t complain.

Sun streamsthrough the window when I open my eyes. I throw my arm over my face to shield myself from the assault of evil light and feel Damon’s arm slung over my rib cage. His hand is holding my breast like it’s a stuffed animal. I can’t help but giggle. And oh, shit. He’s still inside me.

I need to get up. Pee. Stretch my legs. I start to roll toward the edge of the bed but he pulls me closer. “Are you serious?” I ask in a voice that sounds like I was screaming at a concert all night. Only half of that was true. “Aren’t you tired?”

I meant his cock. That thing had to be spent.

How the hell was there anything left in there? I’m so full of his cum it’s going to start coming out of my ears.

He doesn’t answer. I half wonder if he’s even awake. Twisting my neck, I try to see his face but can’t tell. His chest is slowly rising and falling against my back, almost like someone asleep. I test him and rock my hips. He pulls me closer, anchoring me to his chest like a life vest. And damn, he feels so good, I rock again, getting lost in the sensation. “Damon?” I murmur his name and feel him roll my nipple between his fingers. He’s awake. I knew it. He pinches and I hiss, rolling my hips again.

Screw it.

I turn over and straddle him without letting his cock slip out of me. His eyes are wide open and he’s smirking. “Morning, Angel.”

“You’re a machine. How—” I’m cut off as he thrusts up, arching his hips to hit deeper. “Oh, my God. So full.”

I lean closer and feed him my tit, moaning when he sucks one nipple at a time between his lips. This angle gives me the perfect amount of friction to grind my clit against him. I rock and circle my hips, chasing my release. Damon guides me, his hands wrapped around my hips with a bruising hold. I don’t know how I have any strength left in my body but I’m right there with him, thrust for thrust.

“That’s it. Use my cock, Blake. Ride me.” I’m flush with his chest, unable to hold myself up any longer. He kisses me and I open for him, our tongues are sloppy as we chase our releases. Sucking and nibbling, groaning into each other’s mouths. I know what to say to push him over the edge. I learned it fast last night. Damon loves to fill me up. Almost as much as I love him doing it.

“I’m so close,” I whisper against his ear. “I want your cum. Finish in me, fill me.” He grips my ass and lifts me up and down on his cock so I’m bouncing. “Yes, oh God.” He feels so incredible. I’m right there, just one more…

“Oh, fuck,” he groans, slamming me down and wrapping his arms around my back as he comes. I reach between our bodies and rub my clit until I’m there with him, milking his cock dry.

After a few minutes of catching my breath, I finally attempt to roll off him. “Nope,” he says. “You’re not moving.”

“Damon, for real. I’m going to pee on you if you don’t let me up.” He’s unrelenting for a few more seconds and I think he’s seriously considering that option, but then he releases me from his bear hug grip. I jump off him on wobbly legs and sprint to the bathroom.

The amount of wetness between my legs is unreal. And I’m sore all over, but especially my pussy. I’m not surprised, the guy is huge. My poor kitty will never be the same again.

I flush and start the shower, turning the faucet so it’ll get extra hot. My body needs it. Once I can see the steam, I pull the curtain aside and step in, biting back a moan from the blissful feel of water against my skin.

I’ve barely wet my whole head when the curtain is yanked aside and Damon, in all his naked glory, stands there, arms crossed. “You’re not even going to invite me in with you?”

I laugh and shake my head, gesturing to come on in. “By all means, feel free.”

He climbs in and closes the space between us so we’re both in the stream. “Mmm, you love super hot showers too?”

“It’s the only way,” I say. I close my eyes and feel my muscles melt. Normally, I’d be freaking out that I’m missing a class. But some time after round two last night, I decided there was no way I was making it.

He reaches behind me and grabs the bottle of body wash, squirting some into his palms. It’s surreal watching him like this, with steam surrounding us, in the dim bathroom lighting. With lathered hands, he soaps up my shoulders, giving them a gentlesqueeze that feels incredible. Gliding lower, he takes his time washing every part of me until my knees shake.

“Are you sore?” Crowding me against the tile wall with his body, he grabs the shower head and starting at my hair, rinses the suds.

“A little,” I say, biting my lip as he lets the stream pound against my clit. I don’t know how I’m still turned on. It should be impossible after hours of sex, but maybe I don’t know as much about my body as I thought.

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