Page 64 of Defy

She held my stare as her breath coasted over the bulbous head of my dick, followed by a flick of her wicked tongue. “As long as it’s for a private showing with you and me as the only audience members, I have no objections.”

Fisting her hair, probably harder than necessary, I ordered, “Open.”

An impish smile touched her lips as her lips parted, and she engulfed me, taking me all the way back.

However, instead of waiting for further instructions, she swallowed, contracting the back of her throat, causing me to hiss, “Fuck,” and dig my fingers into her scalp.

A moan escaped her lips, vibrating around me, and she squirmed in her seat.

Knowing I was the only man to experience her mouth brought out a possessiveness unlike anything I could describe.

She leveraged one arm on the middle console to help her balance, and the other pumped my cock.

Warm wet heat worked me up and down, laving the sensitive crown of my dick. Her tongue ran the length of the thick vein along the base of my cock with each pass.

The intensity of pleasure began to envelop every one of my senses, and the drive to fuck began to surge.

I guided her in the rhythm I wanted, needed, and craved. It pushed me closer and closer to the point of no control.

I made the mistake of looking down at her face. Tears streamed along her cheeks, and mascara smudges stained the skin under her eyes. Her red-painted lips glistened with saliva as they flared around me.

Immediately, my tempo changed, and I pumped up into her as I tugged her head forward.

A guttural whimper came from her as I held her immobile for a few seconds with each pass. It was brutal and fucked up, and I loved every second of it.

And from seeing her hand between her legs, working to soothe herself, she got off on my cruelty.

“You have no idea how much I love seeing those tears.”

Feeling my balls draw up, I pulled her off my cock. Confusion immediately filled her dark, desire-clouded eyes.

Then I lifted her, pulling her legs astride me, and thrust in.

“Damon,” she cried out and grasped my shoulders as her back bowed.

Her gorgeous tits bounced in the confines of her dress right at my eye level, a beautiful tease to the senses.

I fucked up into her, not giving her the chance to set the pace. I pulled her down into each lift of my hips like a man possessed.

“Oh God, Damon. You’re so deep. I’m there. More. Please.”

“What do you want? I can’t give it to you, if you don’t tell me.”

“I don’t know.” She shook her head from side to side. “I don’t know. Please.”

She held onto me, bucking and begging. I slid the fingers of one hand down the cheeks of her ass, aiming for her puckered hole, while the thumb of the other strummed her clit.

The instant I pushed into her, she erupted around my cock, crying out her release. Her cunt clamping down on my pistoning cock so hard, it made it almost impossible to move.

The flex and contractions of her pussy muscles seemed to roll in an undoing spiral and when her nails scored down the back of my neck, guaranteeing marks, if not a bit of blood loss, what little rein I had left on my cock disappeared. I rutted up into her, letting loose and coming in hard, hot shots of cum deep into her quivering cunt.

Chapter Thirteen

Sophia

“Wow. You look like a supermodel version of a fertility goddess,” I said to my older sister, Eva the moment she crossed the threshold of Damon’s penthouse.

She wore a form-fitting midnight blue maternity dress that hit just above the knees and showed off her beautiful and huge baby bump. The calf-length, high-heeled leather boots she paired with the outfit gave her a sophisticated vibe.

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