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“She’s perfect,” I whisper.
“She’s beautiful like her mommy.” His thumb runs down my throat. “So fucking beautiful.”
I clench my thighs together, not from his words but from his eyes, the way he looks at me. Then I press my lips to his, and my moan spills into his mouth. His fingers tighten their hold on the threads of my hair before he strips his lips from mine.
“My dick was hard all night thinking about you in that outfit. Your ass.” He reaches down with his free hand and slaps my left ass cheek. “And Jesus, these tits.” The same hand grazes up my body and molds to my breast, pushing down the fabric of my blouse until his thumb runs over my nipple. “Tell me to stop because I’m about to snap.”
I do exactly the opposite.
“Fuck me, Damon,” I rasp, barely able to breathe from the adrenaline pulsing through my veins.
He thrusts his tongue into my mouth until our tongues tangle in a dance that feels natural. I wait for him to strip his lips from mine, say something dirty, but instead he takes his time with the kiss, and I sink into him. My core clenches with every stroke of his tongue, remembering the feeling of it between my legs. My fingers entwine in his short hair, wishing he had more for me to pull on.
He shifts us, his hand running down the valley of my breasts to the button of my pants. With one hand, he flicks open the button, and I groan, desperate for him to feel how wet I am. My zipper slides down, and he slips two fingers under the top of my panties, moving his fingers back and forth.
“How wet are you?”
I smile at him. “Why don’t you find out for yourself?”
Instead of dipping his hand lower, he steps back, and I feel cold and empty without his hands and lips on me. “Take them off for me.”
He crosses his arms over his impressive, bare chest, his hard dick tenting his shorts.
I hook my fingers on either side of my pants and shimmy them down my legs.
“Did you shave for some asshole tonight?”
“No.”
“Good.” He squeezes his dick through his shorts. “The blouse too.”
I lower the zipper on the side and peel it off my body, leaving me in only a black thong since I wasn’t wearing a bra with this shirt.
He strips out of his shorts, taking his long, thick length and pumping it with his hand. “I deserve a fucking medal for staying away as long as I have.”
God, I don’t remember Damon being so lustful over my body before, and it boosts my ego since he’s seen me pre-baby, extremely pregnant, and now postpartum.
“Why are you still over there?” I climb back onto his bed, kneeling near the edge.
He watches me for another second before approaching me, his hand slowly stroking himself. As soon as he’s close enough, I cast small kisses along his chest, my hands running up and down and around to his back, then down to his firm ass. I squeeze it, and he growls.
His hand dips under the elastic of my thong, running over the length of my pussy and finding me soaking wet. “Fuuuuck.” He thrusts a finger inside me.
I tip my head back and moan, staring up at him with my mouth open because it feels so good. He gently massages my clit with his thumb, and oh my god, it’s been too long. I’m practically ready to come apart already.
Damon must see the pleading in my eyes because he smirks, knowing he has me right where he wants me. He pushes another finger inside me, and the lazy circles on my clit make me fall forward, forehead on his chest. I suck on his nipple, needing something to distract me from the orgasm trying to rush through me.
“Go ahead, there’s plenty more to come,” he whispers, and I lay my cheek on his chest, staring up at him as I fall apart on his fingers.
Once I’ve come down a little, he presses his mouth to mine, possessive and frantic. He lowers me to the mattress, using his strong thighs to open my legs as my back falls into the plushness of his mattress.
“I promise, after this first time, I’ll make it last longer and give you so many more.”
I giggle as he reaches over to his drawer and pulls out a condom. I hold his hand as he rises on his knees to put it on. “Should we check it or something?”
He places it at my mouth. “Bite it.” I put my teeth on the package, and he tears it open. “We couldn’t be that lucky twice.”
“Ha, says the man who wasn’t pregnant.”
