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“No. You can’t come until I’m inside you. Your orgasms are mine, and you will wait for me.” The command in his tone makes it even harder to stave off the approaching bliss, but I do it. His eyes dart from me to the road and back again. I can sense the growing tension in his shoulders, and I can see the lust in his gaze when his eyes lock back on mine.
“A few more minutes, Sunshine,” he says reassuringly. I breathe a sigh of relief because I honestly don’t know if I can hold off much longer.
“Please,” I moan as my fingers brush over my wet folds and dip into my heat. I feel my body light up. I gasp at the contact, and the car jerks to the side. Our eyes meet in the mirror again, and I smirk at his scowl. It tells me he’s on thin ice. I’m learning that I love pushing him to his limits, and tonight is no different. I adore the heated look he gives me any time I make a sound, or when his eyes meet mine, and I can see all the ways he wants to take me right then and there. It’s exhilarating, and something I never want to lose.
“Fucking finally,” Damon mutters as he pushes a button on the visor of his car and the garage door opens in front of us. I get a glimpse of the house as he drives forward, and it’s nothing like I expected. Dark grey brick covers the outside, and white shutters adorn the windows. It looks like a cookie-cutter house, something I never pictured for someone like Damon. I always expected his place to resemble Liam’s. Simple, small, and preferably in a high-rise. Not a house that looks like it’s worth more than I will make in a lifetime.
“Don’t stop,” he commands as he shuts off the car and turns to watch as my fingers dip deeper into my heat, sending my head back against the seat once more.
“Fuck it, I can’t wait,” he groans as he takes my hand out of my panties and brings it to his lips, lightly brushing the evidence of my desire against them. Before I know it, he unbuckles his seatbelt and crawls over the center console and into the backseat.
“What are you doing?” I ask, looking out the window at the entry that leads into his house. “It’s right there,” I say, pointing to the door. He shakes his head.
“Too far away. I need you now. I’ve been dying up there, Sunshine, listening to your sounds and wondering if you would make the same noises when I’m inside you.”
I groan as his lips find mine in a punishing kiss that leaves me breathless. All thoughts of going inside leave my head as his hands grab the edges of my panties and rip them off. It sounds like they tear, but I can’t think rationally enough to check. His teeth find my nipples through the lace fabric of my bralette, and I lie back so he can cover me. But he doesn’t. He gets to his knees on the seat and reaches for something above my head. All of a sudden, the seats fall back, giving us more space, and he takes full advantage. He moves me as if I weigh nothing, placing me in the middle as he covers my body with his. The heat of him against my naked skin sets my core on fire, and I wrap my legs around his hips. My hands grip the edges of his shirt and pull. I need it off, as fast as possible.
“Eager little thing tonight, are we?” He laughs as he discards the offending shirt, and I stare at his gloriously toned chest. My fingers lightly glide over his smooth, tanned skin. As they move lower, Damon’s breathing becomes more labored.
“Baby…” he warns, and I ignore him, my fingers undoing his belt and pushing his pants down over his hips.
“Fuck,” he mutters. “I don’t have a condom on me.” He sounds defeated, but I push on, trusting him more than I thought possible at this stage. My hands find his erection and grip him hard enough to garner a groan of appreciation from him.
“I’m on the pill. Have been for years. I trust you.” I say the words as fast as possible, wanting to feel him inside me.
Now.
“You sure, Sunshine?” His eyes meet mine, and we both stop, our breathing ragged. I smile at him and lean up to kiss his lips lightly.
“If you don’t get inside me soon, I will kill you,” I mutter against his mouth as a laugh rumbles through his chest. Then his lips are on mine once more, and everything fades away. His cock’s at my entrance, and I moan as he slowly pushes his way inside. The groan that leaves him is animalistic, and I can’t believe how amazing this feels.
“Oh. My. God. This feels…”
“Fucking amazing. Clara, fuck. You are everything…” He starts to move, and because I was on edge ever since we left the diner, I come instantly. My body shakes under him as he thrusts deeper and deeper, never slowing down, yet not speeding up either. The orgasm is fast and hard as I try to control my body, but it’s no use.
“Fuck. Faster. I need it harder.” I groan as I start to come down from one orgasm, only to be pulled right back into another.
“No,” he moans. “Just like this. I need you. Just. Like. This.” He thrusts with every word, and his pace never changes. It’s as if he’s memorizing every ridge, every peak, and every sound I make as he fucks me, and it’s incredibly erotic. I lift my hips to get closer, and that sets him off. His pace increases, his eyes closing as he moans my name over and over again.
“Clara, yes, just like that.” I can feel my legs tightening around his waist, and he stills on top of me, his orgasm rushing through him. The feeling of him spilling inside me sets me off into another blinding orgasm, one that obliterates the last one and actually does make me see stars.
“Wanna come inside?” Damon asks, and I start laughing. His forehead falls against mine, and he smirks when he hears the double entendre.
I sigh when he pulls out slowly, leaving me feeling empty and inexplicably needy for more.
What have I gotten myself into?
15 CLARA
It’s been three weeks, and Damon and I have gotten into a sort of rhythm, one I never expected to find with someone like him. I spend most of my time at his house since it’s enormous and has everything I’ve ever wanted. It has a clawfoot tub, a reading nook in the living room, and a kitchen that makes me want to bake all the things. So, I’ve basically moved myself in, something Damon jokes about, but the idea scares the shit out of me.
I really like Damon. He’s nothing like what I thought when we hooked up in the club. I was so sure he was another asshole that just wanted to dip his cock in a willing pussy, but he’s the exact opposite. He asks about my day, listens to my rants about social media fans, and he helps when I struggle with my videos. I’ve glimpsed the man everyone else sees, the one who is curt and demanding, but the moment his eyes meet mine, it all disappears. That smirk he flashes in those moments makes me weak in the knees, and I know I’m a goner.
Morning, beautiful.
The text comes through as I’m finishing my latest video. I smile as I text him back, shutting down my camera and turning off the lights. It’s not long before he responds.
Have you finished filming?
