Page 28 of Discovering Damon


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“Oh, you want me to use this one? You’ll have to pay up, lovelies. This is a big boy.”

I stare at the dildo and gulp again. That’s intimidating. Gay men are warriors to take that shit up their holes. I don’t know if I would ever be brave enough to even attempt it.

Damon doesn’t seem deterred though, and I watch as the money starts to stream in, a bar slowly moving across the screen as he works toward meeting his goal. And the entire time, he continues to tease, smirking and pulling his bottom lip between his teeth. He slowly removes his shirt and runs his hands down his tan chest, and I feel my entire body heat up. I don’t know what the hell is wrong with me, but I can’t tear my eyes away.

I’m so fucking thirsty.

My hand fumbles with a water bottle on the edge of my desk and push myself into my seat, gulping down the lukewarm liquid as Damon leans back on his bed, his legs spread a bit, his fingers toying with the waistband. I can see the bulge beneath the fabric and gulp down some more water, trying to quench my parched throat.

And all the while, on the side of the screen, the money keeps coming in. He’s halfway to his goal, and I can’t believe he’s getting paid that much to stick that thing up his ass. Although, he probably should. That thing is a literal monster. It’s going to tear him apart.

Oh god, if he can fit that up his ass, he could totally take my cock. I’m not even close to that size.

What did I just think? Oh my god.

I shut that thought down—just kick it under the rug and tell it to stay. No way am I going to think about that. I’m just watching him at work. That’s all I’m doing. I have to keep reminding myself of this.

When he finally pulls his shorts off and his cock and balls are visible, I minimize the screen.

My breath is coming out in pants, and my cock is painfully hard in my jeans.

I don’t know what the hell is going on with me, but my entire body is clenched with need. He’s beautiful. That’s all I can think. I mean, I know he’s a beautiful man, I didn’t need to see him naked to know that, but in his element like this? Teasing the camera with his sassy self….

Fuck. Me.

I click open the screen again and my eyes immediately take him in. I can’t help but watch it all.

“Oh, almost there. Guess you guys are needy little sluts for it, huh?” Damon says, grabbing on to his cock and pumping it.

I should turn this off. This has to be some kind of violation of privacy. They should lock me up.

This is his job, I try to remind myself because I can’t look away, my eyes ping-ponging between his engorged cock and the money that’s streaming in. He’s almost there, and I swallow the lump in my throat when it finally reaches its goal.

Damon smiles into the camera, his eyes almost meeting mine through the screen, and I let out a small choked cough.

Oh hell. I’m going there. I’m going straight down.

My hand grabs on to my dick, and I squeeze, letting out a loud moan at the sensation. I don’t know what the hell is happening. I don’t fucking know, but I just can’t stop looking.

When Damon spreads his legs and holds the tip of that dildo to his hole, I find it hard to breathe. I swear to god, I would have watched the entire thing, but suddenly my phone rings, and I shut that shit down so fast that I nearly stumble out of my chair.

With breathless words, I answer, blushing profusely when I note that it’s my mom.

Oh god, my dick is still hard and I’m talking to my mother.

For fuck’s sake.

She just wants to thank me for visiting tonight and makes me promise to do it again soon, but I can barely focus on her words.

As soon as I’m off the phone with my mom, I fall onto my bed and stare at the ceiling. My stomach is cramping and my heart is racing.

And my dick is still hard. Damon is…he’s a temptation.

I should stay away. I can’t…I don’t know what I’m doing. I’ve never really looked at a man this way and yet, for some reason, with Damon, it all just seems…well, it all just seems right.

And yet wrong. I don’t feel good.

I can’t get off now because I know who I’ll be thinking of, and I can’t go there. I don’t know if I want to go there.

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