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The instant I’m through the door, Damon follows behind me. Turning me back to him before the door clicks shut, he kisses me all the way to the elevator.
Damon doesn’t stop, and the minute the doors roll shut, he hoists me up between his body and the mirrored wall. His hands knead my ass with his thick erection grinding into me and his teeth biting at my lips in between licks and sucks.
He walks me to my door with my guidance when we get to my floor. And I don’t know how long he continues kissing me up against my apartment door, but eventually and reluctantly Damon puts me down so I can open it.
“Don’t fumble,” he whispers over the shell of my ear, causing me to shiver into him when he leans over me.
A thick muscled arm braces to one side of me while his other wraps around me, his hand trailing over my stomach as I attempt to get the right key and fail when he slides his hand beneath the hem of his shirt to the top of my jeans. Damon makes deft work of unbuttoning my pants while I continue to blindly fumble with my keys.
“Come on, little mouse, you don’t want to give the neighbors a show, do you?” he asks in a smooth rumble, followed by a quick nip of my earlobe. My keys drop from my fingers with a gasp when his fingers push into my underwear and he grinds his erection into my ass. “Naughty girl,” Damon chuckles into my ear, pushing his fingers through my slit to my clenching pussy.
“Damon.” His name is a breathless groan as he teases my entrance with shallow pulses and tentative stretches of his scissoring fingers. “So good,” I admit when he drags my arousal through my folds to my clit, circling my sensitive nub until my legs threaten to give out from under me.
“Is this for me?” he asks, pulling his hand from my pants and holding his glistening fingers in front of my face.
“Yes.”
Damon grins at my reply. “Good. Now, be a good little girl and open your mouth. I want to watch you taste your need for me.”
Meeting his ardent gaze, I do as he ordered. Allowing him to shove his fingers deep into my mouth until my mouth closes around them. With tears glazing my eyes, I swirl my tongue over the two thick digits.
“I’ve thought about this,” he says with a blustery gravel. “I’ve imagined fucking this smart mouth like this—” Damon shoves his fingers all the way in, causing me to gag. “With my fingers and my cock. Think you could take it all?”
The Vs of his fingers threaten to tear my mouth open as he presses deeper until my teeth rake over his knuckles. Tears roll down the sides of my face as he continues grinding into my ass and his other hand wraps around my neck.
“Think you could take my cock all the way down?” Stroking up and down the column of my throat he squeezes his grip so that my pulse roars louder and louder in my ears with the blazing rush of my blood.
Could I? I don’t know, but I nod, still holding his brutal gaze as it bores into mine. The action causing my throat to clench around his fingertips with a breathy choke.
“I’ll hold you to that next time you storm into my office with this smart mouth running at me,” he growls, yanking his fingers out of my mouth brusquely and crashing his lips to mine.
A yelp escapes me, morphing to mewl when his tongue licks over mine with a savoring hum. While he fucks my mouth with his heated kiss, his hands slips back into my jeans. There’s nothing slow or quiet about the way he thrusts inside my aching pussy with the fingers he just had in my mouth. His groans could be a roar in my ear as he humps and grinds me into the door.
It's all so messy and urgent. The strokes of his fingers, the thrust of his groin, and the sweep of his tongue. Everything so carnal and desperate.
There are no words. Just heavy breaths soaking over our skin and seeping into our bones as he fucks me relentlessly.
“You’re going to come on my hand, Ava. Your cunt is going to choke around my fingers the same way your throat did. I’m going to drink up your fucking tears when you shatter for me. One by one.”
“Damon.”
“That’s me, baby,” he replies, curling his fingers deep inside me as his thumb works my clit and his groin holds me up when my shaky legs give out. “I got you. I got you.”
He has me. He has more of me than I thought existed. He has more than I’ve ever given to a man. He has me, and as my body ignites and shatters like he commanded, he has everything.
All the breath is squeezed from my lungs with the force of my orgasm. My tears rain down my face, and as he promised, Damon licks them clean in between peppered kisses and unfiltered praise.
“Good girl,” he rasps into my mouth, holding his fingers inside until the very last clench of pleasure while he waits for me to catch my breath and regain autonomy over my body. “Good fucking girl,” he says, nipping my lip as he spins me to face him.
The grin on his kiss-swollen lips has me stuttering and tripping over its erratic beat.
“Beautiful,” he states, lowering himself in front of me and picking up my keys.
All I can do is take in his mussed hair and his flushed face as he opens my door and puts the keys in my hand.
How can one man be so handsome? So rough and yet so refined? I don’t understand it, but I want it. I want all of it. Every bit of Damon Coldwell that I can get.
Grabbing his hand, I start inside only to be pulled backward when he doesn’t follow. I try to tug him in again, but he remains glued to the spot. The grin on his face sobers to a pout as I wait for him to come in so we can finish what we started.
