Page 108 of Marrying the Billionaire Single Dad
He stays silent. His arms hold me close, his heart beats against my breast, but his eyes remain closed. Another tear rolls down his face.
"Oh, hell." My throat constricts. I frame his face with both of my palms, "Hey, Big D, please…" I bite down on my cheek.Please what?Please don’t mourn your kid who you lost too early, the mother of your child who’s no longer with you? The remnants of your past that you haven’t been able to move on from? "Damian, sweetheart."
I watch as he draws in a breath—his shoulders flex, his chest planes rise up and down. The rest of him is still, too still, locked in a place where he is alone with his memories, the sadness, the anger… Which is directed at himself, not at the world, or at me. That mockery, the jabs and digs… Not to mention, the crude puns he loves to lob— All of it comes from a place of self-loathing. And Jesus, I really should have been a shrink.
"D?" I pat his cheek, but he doesn’t respond. My pulse begins to race and my heartbeat ratchets up. What the hell? "Are you hurt?"
I tilt his head one way, then the other. Hmm, his jawline really is spectacular. And his ears? They are perfect! Don’t get me started on all that luscious hair of his that curls around his shoulders…Hold on. Hello? Are you checking him for any possible wounds or are you checking him out? Uh…both? Can’t it be both? No, it’s wrong.The man’s down. Don’t take advantage of him now.
But he’s taken advantage of me all along. Besides, I need to pull him out of this funk he’s fallen into.
I need to do something…anything, to pull him back to the present… I glance down at those sexy as f lips of his, and my belly trembles.Don’t do it, don’t do it…
Oh, what the hell? I am here, so is he, and he’s alive, and I need to do something to comfort him… And I’m just a woman surrounded by a 100% macho male who, for the first time, is at my mercy. So, I do the only thing I possibly can in the circumstance.
I lower my lips to his. Soft and hard, at the same time. How can he be a confluence of so much? I lick his lower lip and he opens his mouth. I ease my tongue inside. Hot, sexy, dark and edgy, and for the first time, there’s a hint of something more… Something...vulnerable. The band around my chest tightens. My core clenches.
I tilt my head and deepen the kiss. I hold his chin and press my lips to his, until my nose bumps his, and I draw in his breath, and inhale more of that spicy scent of his and my ovaries go into overdrive. I lean over him, dig my fingers into his hair and proceed to fuck his mouth with mine. My thighs tremble, I hook my knees over his hips for purchase, push my breasts into his naked chest, press as much of myself to him as I can, and lean in even closer. A shudder grips his body, his grip around me tightens, but he doesn’t kiss me back. He allows me to assault his face as I press kisses to his mouth, nibble kisses up his cheeks, rain kisses over one closed eyelid, then the other, the salty taste of his tears clinging to my lips. Lick his forehead, bite the tip of his nose. My nipples harden and moisture pools between my legs. I push my pelvis forward, to cradle the tent in his crotch, but there’s still no participation. I rub my core into the hard column outlined in his pants, bring my lips back to his, brush my mouth over his. Nothing.
I reach between us, slide my hand under his waistband. My fingers brush the crown of his cock, and two things become clear. One, he’s not wearing boxers. Gulp. And two, the man is very much here and with me—at least the part of him that is under me is. I tug on his P/A and his entire body jerks. I wrap my fingers around his thick length—and OMFG, my digits don’t meet around the circumference, and okay, so I have short fingers, but hell!
This…monster dick of his, once more, lives up to its reputation. I gulp again, and my throat closes. I squeeze the base of his dick, and I swear his shaft lengthens further. Oh, wow… That was instantaneous. I swipe my fingers from base to crown and the wetness of his precum greets me. My mouth waters and I groan as I close my eyes and lick my lips. Heat flushes my skin. Will he taste as good as he smells? I open my eyelids, stare into those blue eyes of his, which glare at me. He releases his hold on my waist, only to clamp his palm around my neck.
"You’ve done it now," he growls. "I am going to fuck your mouth."
35
Damian
What the hell is wrong with me? She’s trying to comfort me and I…can’t stop myself from lashing out at her, pushing her away. It’s second nature. I want to open myself up to her, hold her close, wallow in the sense of rightness that this moment holds…but I can’t. I won’t. I deserve every second of unhappiness, of restlessness and frustration, of berating myself for not making the time to take care of my daughter when she was alive.
And now, Flower knows my secret. No doubt, she’ll hate me for it when she comes to her senses… But for the moment, she is here with me, and I intend to make the most of it. I intend to lose myself in her sweetness, her heat, the warmth of her mouth—yes, I heard her moan, saw her lick her lips, and know that’s what she wants—,the tight grip of her cunt as she milks me. I want to forget everything that has happened and grab this moment for myself. I tighten my fingers in her hair and her gaze widens.
"Damian," she gasps, then smiles before she slides down my body, until her face is level with my crotch. She pushes down the waistband of my sweats and my dick bobs free. She tightens her hold on me, massages me from crown to base. She squeezes my swollen length and the blood empties to my groin.
"Suck me off," I order.
She holds my gaze, then lowers her head to close her mouth around my cock.
"Bloody fuck," I growl. She licks the crown, wraps her tongue around my piercing and my cock jumps in response. She tips down her chin, takes me in and down her throat, and I can’t stop myself from thrusting forward. She swallows and stars burst behind my eyes. "What the fuck are you doing to me, Flower?"
I shake my head to clear it, glance down to where saliva drips down her chin. "You’re killing me, taking everything from me." I scowl. She pulls back leaving a trail of wetness on my cock, and the sight of her lips wrapped around my thick length… It’s everything. She bobs her head, takes me in again and heat coils in my belly. My balls tighten and pressure builds at the base of my spine. "Oh, hell." My vision tunnels, my lungs hurt, my thigh muscles bunch, but it’s not enough. "I need to do this my way." I glare at her and she pales.
"You understand?" I ask.
She peers up at me, licks her tongue up the underside of my shaft. The hair on the nape of my neck rises.
"Nod your head if you do."
She doesn't respond.
I lower my chin to my chest. "Do it," I draw in a breath, "or walk away. Right now."
Her gaze flickers; she hesitates.
All right, then. I begin to withdraw, but she grips my length, then jerks her chin.
Something hot stabs at my chest. She’s not leaving. Not yet. She’s staying. For now, at least.
