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“I’ve never worn a dress like this before,” I tell him.
“Oh,” he says, his hands gliding to my hips and squeezing. “Well, you look gorgeous. Beautiful. Majestic. Fucking angelic.”
I laugh. “Didn’t realize you were such a poet.”
“I don’t want you to think I only want you for how much of a fuck-queen you are,” he growls. “It’s just I’ve got this thing, you see, and it’s pretty hard and pretty ready to drive into that tight little hole of yours, and this thing won’t leave me alone and …”
I laugh and he chuckles, and then something crazy happens to me. I don’t know where it comes from, this sudden influx of confidence. Maybe it’s the laughter or the relief that swims through me when I see the lust and desire – and not disgust – in his pale haunted eyes.
I smooth my hand down to his manhood, squeezing onto it through the front of his pants.
He sucks in a savage breath and I gasp at my own boldness, but then I see the tension moving through him, the freaking power I have at this moment.
I start moving my hand up and down, feeling the tangled hardness of his flesh, his massive manhood all twisted in his boxer shorts.
“Holy heck, you really like that, don’t you?” I gasp.
“Damn fucking right I do,” he says, voice shimmering in his pleasure.
“I want to stroke it,” I whisper, anxiety and bravery clashing horns inside of me, shattering, spreading … and then settling when I focus again on the way Damian’s expression shifts in his bubbling desire. “I want to make you feel how you make me feel.”
“I don’t want to waste any more of my seed,” he growls. “But goddamn, Popstar, I’m not going to turn you down. I don’t think I could ever do that.”
Suddenly my hands are fumbling with his belt, but they’re clumsy and I end up wedging the buckle against the leather of the belt, twisting it up so that I can’t pull it loose.
With a savage snarl, Damian reaches down and yanks it, snapping the buckle and tossing it to the floor where it clatters metallically.
I grab his pants and pull them down, eyes widening as the immense size of him springs free. He seems so huge when I look at him like this, not twisting my gaze over my shoulder like last time.
He must be ten or eleven freaking inches, his shaft thick with veins going up the base. The end is swollen and huge and glistening with a drop of precome that makes my insides all fuzzy and tingly.
How am I ever going to take that huge thing?
“What do I do?” I whisper. “I want to make you come.”
“And you’re asking me what to do?” he says with a growling shimmer. “You need to think carefully about that. Because I might just take you up on the offer. And once I start on those pouty lips of yours, I won’t be able to stop. Do you understand, Popstar?”
“You want my l-lips?”
“Get on your knees. Now.”
I lower myself to my knees, the marble floor digging painfully into my knees and Damian must see me wince because he quickly grabs a cushion from the bed and hands it to me. I smile up at him, warmth blossoming across my chest to think that, even amidst all this carnal closeness, he’d think of something like that.
“Now you need to open your mouth as wide as you can,” he says, grabbing the base of his shaft.
“Okay,” I whisper, nerves writhing again now.
But I can see how hungry he is in those fjord-blue eyes of his.
I can see it in the way his cock throbs and twitches.
I open my mouth wide and look up at him, subtly learning that he likes it when I open my eyes wide for him, that it turns him on somehow. He reaches down and slides his hands through my hair, finding knots that the hairbrush didn’t catch, but stroking softly enough that he doesn’t cause me any pain.
“Now … push those fucking tits together,” he gasps, bringing his cock closer and closer to my face so that I can smell his precome, so close that I’m almost certain I can see my reflection in it for a delirious moment.
I grab my breasts, still sore from his pleasuring hands, and push them together for him.
“Now I’m going to fuck that mouth,” he snarls. “Do you understand? Are you going to let me fuck your pretty little mouth?”
“Yes, I want to—”
But the moment I stay yes, the civilized Damian is gone and the beast has taken his place.
Pulling my head forward, he drives his cock at my lips and pushes it until my mouth is filled with the taste of him.
I cough and he pulls out, his eyes utterly captivated.
