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“Dude,” I growled out, “get the hell out. Just go make cookies or whatever.” The more I said, the more amusing I must’ve been, because Damian’s smirk only grew into a full-blown smile, aggravating me more.
Who the hell did this guy think he was?
“Oh, don’t mind me,” Damian said. “Nothing I haven’t seen before.”
“You—what?” The words were barely spoken when I felt Giselle’s pussy tighten around my length.
“I said don’t mind me and it’s nothing I haven’t seen before,” Damian repeated himself—which was not necessary. I’d heard him. I was just, you know, wondering why it was something he’s seen before.
“Have you…” I couldn’t finish the question, mostly because Giselle had started to rock herself along my length. Apparently, she didn’t like the fact that I was frozen behind her. Had they… done things? Had they fucked? I knew Damian probably had a thing for her, but I didn’t think they’d gotten that far…
Damian waltzed into the room, the cocky son of a bitch. “Don’t you worry your pretty little head, Z. I’ve only felt that tight cunt with my fingers.” So matter-of-fact about it, too.
I wasn’t jealous. Nope. I told Giselle I wouldn’t be jealous, so I wasn’t. Not at all. Not even a little bit. I was not jealous at all that, while I was away from Giselle, she and Damian had gotten close enough that she’d let him finger her. Totally not jealous.
Hmm. Maybe if I repeated it enough times to myself, it’d be true.
Damian moved deeper in the room, leaning his back against the wall parallel to the bed, so he could see us from the side. I could only imagine what she looked like, slowly rocking her naked body along my cock, her tits pulled down by gravity, extra round and plump.
Okay, yeah, she probably looked hot. Sexy as hell. So, I guess I understood why Damian wanted to get a nice, long peek—but this was our time together. Ours as in Giselle’s and mine, not Giselle’s, mine, and Damian’s.
“Well? Are you going to fuck her, or make her do all the work?” Damian asked me, dark eyes flicking between us.
“Are you going to watch?” I asked, skeptical.
He chuckled. “I guess that depends.”
I was seconds from asking, depends on what, when Giselle said, “Stay.” Apparently, she spoke for the both of us. I was too shocked at the sudden turn of events to try to argue. That, and the way her pussy kept tightening around my length, as if she was doing it on purpose, trying to keep me focused on how good she felt that I paid no attention to Damian and his presence.
And, fuck it, it was kind of working.
Damian had kept her safe, and she apparently trusted him, so who was I to say no, especially considering the fact that I was the one balls-deep inside Giselle?
I guess the man was going to watch.
I turned my head back to Giselle, taking in the way her spine curved, how plump her ass cheeks were. A few seconds later, I’d resumed my fucking, though I started out much slower than before.
Not to give Damian a longer show, but to get back into the groove of it. At least Damian’s interruption meant I’d last longer; my need to release a load of cum inside Giselle was no longer on the forefront of my mind. Guess the guy was good for something after all.
I tried my best not to pay attention to Damian and how he watched us, putting all of my focus on the girl in front of me and how spectacular her body felt. Her pussy took each pump of my cock, accustomed to my girth now, so I fit inside her like a glove.
My chest heaved with heavy breaths, and my pounding of her grew harder, back to the way I’d been fucking her before. The bed once more shook beneath us, evidence of how I slammed into her pussy with an almost violent rhythm. I moaned. I couldn’t help it. Even though we had an audience of one, I couldn’t keep the pleasure bottled up inside.
Harder, faster. My balls swayed with each thrust, swelling with the need to unload. I lurched forward and pushed my cock as deep into her core as it could go, filling her up to the brink the same moment the orgasm exploded within me.
I came with a vengeance. My cock emptied its load inside her core, hot cum shooting out of me. I threw my head back and moaned as I came, and my hands on Giselle’s sides clamped down harder.
It was only when the orgasm and its pleasure had subsided within me that I realized Damian was still here, still watching, a twinkle in his dark eyes and a smirk on his blasted face. I didn’t pull out of Giselle, mostly because… well, because I just didn’t.
“Bravo,” Damian said, and I think he said it mockingly, but I couldn’t be sure. “Now, are you going to fuck her again? Or does that dick of yours need a rest, first?”
“Uhh” was all that I could say, apparently.
“That’s what I thought.” Damian stepped closer to the bed, gesturing for me to move. “Pull out of her, then. Rest up while I take care of her.” He cracked his neck and his knuckles, as if he was getting ready for a workout or something.
Again, the only thing that came from me was a one-word answer: “What?”
Damian scoffed, and before I knew it, he grabbed me by the shoulder, hauled me off her—and therefore pulled my cock out of her core—and said, “Pull out and let me take care of her.” As I fell back on the bed, he added, “You came, but she didn’t. Now how’s that fair?”
