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“Please,” I gasped out.
Damian backed me up against the countertop, urging me to sit on it, bunching my dress up to my hips as he did. My back hit the cool glass of the mirror as he eased my legs open.
“You know what I want to do,” he said, his voice gritty and full of passion. He filled the space between my legs, that stiff ridge finding the expectant heat of my pussy. He rolled his hips in a slow circle, the tip of his cock nudging my clit. My entire body jolted, and I cried out. “Do you want it too?”
Again, all I could do was nod. My chest heaved as he rocked against me again, his lips leaving a hot trail along my neck as we pretend-fucked on the countertop. He pulled back, shaking his head.
“I can’t do this without tongue fucking you, Jessa.” He sank his teeth into the side of my neck. “I’ll reserve a room. We’ll go straight there.” He sucked at the same spot on my neck, his tongue circling playfully. “Then I can fuck you properly, like I’ve been fantasizing about this whole time.”
His words left me dizzy and wanting. Of course I’d go along with it. Of course I needed this too. Boundaries be damned.
“What do you think?”
My head hit the mirror as I sent up one last plea to the heavens. I’d agree to it, but I needed God or whoever else up there to make sure that I didn’t get torn in two and tossed aside as a result.
Please, God. Let Damian be the one.
“Let’s go,” I whispered.
CHAPTER TWENTY
DAMIAN
I got Jessa into her back-up dress and into the elevator without laying a single kiss on her lips, which I thought deserved an award.
Every thump of my heart said the same thing.
I need this woman.
We left the party without telling anyone. Axel would probably be pissed, but I didn’t care. Not when I could only see, taste, hear, or smell Jessa. Besides, the matchmaker part of him would probably be happy that we were finally hooking up, so I planned to use that to my advantage if he got his feathers ruffled.
I had a luxury room booked before our feet even hit the sidewalk. We stumbled three blocks, a mess of laughter and cheek kisses, drunk on nothing but this feeling of freedom and anticipation. Like we had everything ahead of us. Everything was within our grasp.
I hadn’t felt like this in an eternity.
No, scratch that. I hadn’t felt like thisever.
We checked into the hotel, and I had Jessa pinned to the corner of the elevator as it soared toward the twentieth floor, lavishing her neck with more kisses, grinding my cock against her lest she forget what awaited her. We had nothing—no clothes but her abandoned corset dress, no overnight stuff, no nothing. But it didn’t matter. All I needed was her.
The door hadn’t even shut behind us in the room before I had Jessa’s face in my hands, kissing that fire engine red off her lips.
She was right. It smeared.A lot. It was the least of my concerns.
I kissed her lips until she looked drugged, backing her through the room neither of had even noticed yet. The backs of her knees hit the bed and she fell onto it, hair splaying out around her. I ran my hand down the swell of her breasts, down the middle of her dress.
“You’re mine now, Jessa.” My hand swirled over her mound, my thumb nicking the tight bud of her clit. She moaned, jerking her hips in my direction. “We did a great job playing innocent for the past few weeks, but that ends tonight.”
She reached for me, tugging at my belt. “Please. End it now.”
I didn’t need to hear another word. I helped her sit up, and then I palmed her cheeks, our tongues meeting hot and familiar in the middle. I undid the zipper of her dress between kisses, leaving only her back-up bra and panties. I stopped kissing her long enough to undo her bra. It crumpled away, freeing those big, beautiful breasts.
This was my new favorite activity. Drowning in her tits. I gobbled them up like I had outside the Rainbow Room, burying my face in them until I couldn’t breathe. While I asphyxiated in her tits, she undid my belt. My pants crumpled to the floor a moment later.
“Oh my God,” she said with a little laugh. Then her fingertips smoothed over my cockhead, sending a jolt of pleasure so strong through me I almost buckled to the ground.
“Take all of it,” I urged her, shoving my briefs down so that my cock sprang out, heavy and bobbing. Her eyes turned to saucers. I hadn’t denied myself by any stretch of the imagination while we played our little game oflines in the sand.I had sometimes jacked off twice a day, just to survive all the times I’d buried my fingers in her pussy without a lick of relief on my end. But it had been a fun exercise in deprivation. A game I’d participate in willingly again, knowing that this prize at the end of the Rainbow Room was better than any pot of gold.
Jessa handled my cock like she was afraid of it. I could see the question written in her eyes.
