“God, I missed holding you. It’s only been two days, what the fuck are you doing to me Bells? You got me traveling to Mexico just to be with you.”
He sets me down on my feet and our lips press together again, my hands gripping his naked torso, digging my nails into that solid back.
“What are you doin’ here Damon?” I ask breaking the kiss.
My hands cup his cheeks, not believing he is actually here.
“We have the weekend off before all the craziness starts. I got your text and wanted to surprise you. It’s gonna be video chats, phone calls and texts from here on out until you get back, so I needed to feel this body one more time.”
“So that’s why you didn’t respond to me, huh?” I smirk.
“Yes, trying to surprise you, and you, little brat, decide to punish me for it.” He moves his head down next to my ear. “I don’t remember giving you permission to stick anything inside this pussy except my cock, and no one gets to see this body naked except me. Your little insinuation this morning will get you a hard fucking slap to this lush ass.”
His strong hand squeezes my butt and I gasp, closing my eyes as I feel my pussy clench around nothing.
“Damon…” I whine.
“What are you doing the rest of the day and tomorrow? I take off tomorrow night and I want to spend as much time with you as I can.”
“Nothin’ the rest of today. Practice tomorrow mornin’ and then nothin’ after that,” I gasp.
I can’t catch my breath as his hand massages circles into the meat of my ass. My bottoms are soaked and it has nothing to do with my dip in the ocean.
“Dinner with me tonight. I’m in the hotel next door. Get ready at my place.”
“If we do that, we won’t ever leave to get dinner.”
“Who said anything about leaving?”
He kisses my cheek and then starts to walk backwards again and I laugh.
“You have a bad habit of doin’ that Johnson,” I say smiling.
“I’m not scared of fallin’ anymore angel. I already did and I would do it again and again. Worth it!” he yells.
He grabs his towel, bending down and giving me a view of that magnificent ass. He looks over his shoulder, pulling his glasses up and winks at me. Then his back is turned and I watch him walk back up to the walkway. His shoulder and back muscles moving in the sun is intoxicating and I can’t wait to run my tongue over every single inch.
At five o'clock, I knock on Damon’s hotel door. He texted me an hour ago telling me to come in my bathing suit but I texted him a picture of me in my little black dress and haven’t heard back from him since.
A couple of seconds later he answers the door in a sports jacket and slacks and my eyes roam up and down his body. His hair is slicked back and I walk forward, rubbing my hand against his scruff.
“You listened, you didn’t shave,” I smirk.
I step back again and continue my gaze down his body. His pants are tight against his tree trunk thighs, thighs that kept me in the air as he pounded me into the wall a couple of nights ago. I feel my bottom lip slip behind my teeth and he growls.
“Keep looking at me like that angel and I’ll strip you right here in the hallway.”
I look up and give him a sly smile as I walk past him into the room. He grabs my wrist and pulls me back, pushing me against the door. He runs his hand down the side of my cheek and rests it on my jaw.
“You look beautiful tonight, as always.”
“Back at you big guy.”
I grab the back of his neck and his lips crash on mine as he pulls me close to him, lifting me in his arms. I feel his arm go under the back of my knees and the other wraps around my back as he walks us out to his balcony. He puts me down on my feet and I gasp seeing a table set with candles and a bottle of wine chilling.
“You did all this?” I whisper.
“This view was too good to waste. I want you all to myself tonight angel,” he says bending down to kiss me as he pulls out my chair.
I sit and glance at the food, my mouth already watering. There are fajitas sizzling in front of me, steak, chicken and shrimp all covered with sauteed peppers and onions and guacamole with beans on the side. I am such a sucker for Mexican food, and I know he must have called Lacey or my aunt.
Damon walks around to the other side, taking the wine out and opening it, pouring us each a glass.
“You know, you ain’t playin’ this fair, Johnson. You’re gettin’ inside information for the key to my heart.”
“All’s fair in love and war angel. I’m just trying to keep you happy. A little birdie told me you can get hangry. I don’t want to be on the receiving end of that.”
I roll my eyes and reach for the wine, clicking my glass against Damon’s.
“Lacey is really gonna get her ass kicked when I get home.”
“God only knows what those two are up to with a free apartment,” Damon laughs.
“I got a nice ear full of what those two were up to when I called last night to tell her I landed.”
Damon laughs and reaches for his fork, digging it into a piece of steak. I inhale and do the same, digging my fork into a piece of chicken and then taking a tortilla to make myself a wrap.
“So, how’s ball been? Knee holdin’ up okay?”
“It’s been good. Trainers got me in there before and after practice every day.”
“As they should. I could massage it out for you tonight if you want? You shouldn’t go this many days without any type of treatment. I even have my portable TENS machine I can put on you in my room if you want.”
“I’m okay Bella, thank you. That massage doesn’t sound too bad though,” he says raising his eyebrows.
I smile and nod as we finish our food. I watch as Damon licks his lips and puts the napkin down on the table.
Crossing my legs, I try to ease the tension forming between between.
“I have dessert, sit tight,” he says.
He walks inside the hotel room and comes back a couple of seconds later holding a tray full of churros.
“You’ve gotta be kiddin’ me,” I groan. “Damon!”
“Knew you couldn’t resist these,” he smirks. “In my defense though, I really didn’t know if you would like them or not, I took a wild guess.”
“Sure, sure,” I say rolling my eyes.
I watch Damon take a churro off the tray and sink his teeth into the fried, sugary goodness as he sits back down. I look down at the table and smirk.
“Do you think this table is sturdy?” I ask getting to my feet.
Damon looks at me questioningly and grabs the table, trying to move it. It doesn’t budge and he shrugs.
“I guess so, why?”
I brace my hands on the table and get up, kneeling and starting to crawl across the top of it. Damon sits back in his chair, his eyes wide.
“Can I have a bite?” I whisper, bending my head down to the churro in his hand.
He nods silently and watches as my lips wrap around the churro, taking a big bite and pulling back. I lick the sugar off my lips, Damon’s eyes trained on them. Oh, you sucker.
I lean down further, pressing my lips into his, my mouth opening, letting his tongue slip inside, licking the sugar off my tongue. He grabs my forearm braced on the table and slides his hand up. His fingers tracing my tattoo, up my elbow and the inside of my bicep and to my shoulder. His touch sends a shiver up my bare skin and the need I have for him, that hunger he always seems to trigger, erupts.
He stands abruptly, lifting me into his arms and wrapping my legs around his waist, walking us forward and pressing me against the balcony door. The cool of the glass makes me jump and his center presses hard into mine.
“You little minx. You’re going to get it tonight Bella Gavinwood,” he seethes.
“God, I hope so big guy. I’ve been achin’ for you to fill me all damn day. Don’t disappoint me,” I whisper biting the lobe of his ear.
“Vibrator didn’t cut it la
st night?” he growls.
“No,” I pant. “I couldn’t come. I tried...I tried so hard but…”
He pushes me harder into the glass, inching up my dress and I wiggle around, trying to help him. He slips the top of my dress down one shoulder and the cup of my bra, my breast spilling out of the top. He catches my nipple in his mouth and sucks like his fucking life depends on it.
“Shit Damon,” I groan.
He reaches underneath my ass and lifts me higher, his strong hands holding me hostage against his mouth. My dress is up around my waist and his teeth sink into the flimsy string of my thong. In one swift motion I hear a rip echo with the sounds of the waves crashing on the shore.
“Damon!” I gasp.
“You shouldn’t have teased me angel. You’re in for a torturous night.”
His head dips down, biting my clit and I buck up, his solid arms placing my legs on top of his shoulders. My back is still pressed against the chilly glass of the door and he sinks his mouth into my pussy, thrashing his face rubbing that stubble against my opening.
“Say it Bella,” he demands.
“Say what?” I rasp out.
“This body is mine. Only. Mine.”
“Make me.”
I can feel him smile against the lips of my pussy and my heart jumps in my chest with anticipation. In a second, I feel myself fall and grasp for Damon’s head as he drops to his knees, my legs still wrapped around his neck, but he catches me.
“Careful angel, you might be falling too.”
I shake my head, pulling his hair back towards where I need him the most.
“Eat me Damon, don’t you dare stop until I come.”
“So demanding for someone in your position angel,” he says pretending to drop me again.
“Says the man on his knees,” I say my voice dripping with lust.
I am shaking with need and he knows it, smirking at my false bravado. He dips his head slowly, taking a quick swipe of his tongue to my clit. He moves his head back looking at my center and I blush.
He runs a finger from my clit down to my ass and I squirm against him.
“You want me inside here tonight angel?” he asks, teasing my ass.
I close my eyes sucking in a breath.
“No one’s...I...I’ve never done that.”
“Another first,” he says grinning.
He dips his head forward again and his hands grip my ass, spreading my cheeks. I sit on his shoulders, at his mercy as he devours me, taking everything my body is willingly giving him.
I arch up further onto his face and when he pushes a finger inside me and crooks it, I explode around him, crying his name for the whole damn beach to hear.
I control my breathing as he sets me down on my feet and gets up from his knees.
He puts his finger into his mouth and I watch him suck the juice off of it, licking it slowly, my breathing speeding up again.
“What’s it gonna be angel?” he asks, moving closer to me.
He grabs one of my ass cheeks and squeezes as my eyes shut, picturing his thick cock invading a place no man has gone before.
“Yes,” I whisper.
I hear him exhale and I open my eyes. His gaze is hard but in an instant it softens to me.
“I won’t hurt you Bella. You tell me what you need. I promise you, if it’s not good for you we’ll stop,” he whispers putting a hand on the back of my head, playing with my hair.
I nod and he puts out his hand as we walk back inside. He shuts and locks the balcony door and we walk towards his bedroom, hand and hand.
“Take off your dress, let me see you,” he commands.
I turn around to face him, lifting my dress above my head. I stand before him in only my bra and heels and he looks up and down my body appreciatively.
“You’re so gorgeous Bella. Your curves, your muscles, your drive to push this body to the limit. I want to push this body to the limit tonight angel. I want to show you the pleasure it is capable of.”
I nod reaching for the front clasp of my bra, but his hand stops me.
“Let me.”
His fingers effortlessly snap the clasp and my bra slowly falls to the floor. I watch the material scatter around my feet and look up to Damon. His eyes are fixed on my bare breasts and his capable hand goes out to massage them. He squeezes and rubs me until I’m a panting mess in front of him, like I didn't just explode on his finger and tongue mere seconds ago.
This is what he does. He makes me need him, need more. No matter how many times I get him, I always need more.
“Damon, please don’t tease me anymore. I’m sorry, I want you, now please,” I beg breathlessly.
“Get on the bed angel, on all fours.”
I comply and slowly get on top of the bed, my body humming with excitement and nervousness. I feel Damon’s hand caress down my back and I shudder.
“All these times were quick and dirty. This time Bella, I am going to indulge in the privilege of you giving me this fucking body. Appreciate and cherish it like I should have done every damn time. You’re mine, Angel. I want to hear you say it.”
He drags his fingers down my spine again and I arch my back. His fingers come to a halt on my ass and he dips one down my lips, soaking it with my juices. He rubs my ass with my own desire and slowly pushes his finger inside me.
“Ohh God,” I whisper.
My body fights the intrusion but his hand on my back relaxes me, making way for the rest of his finger.
“Say it angel. I am going to make this so good for you. I want you to know who is leading this body to the greatest pleasure it has ever known.”
I scoff which earns me a swift slap to my ass.
“Uhh,” I groan.
His finger pushes a little further inside me and I grip the sheet tighter underneath me.
“Careful Johnson, your arrogance is showin’,” I whisper.
I feel his warm breath on my stinging ass cheek and he kisses it. He runs a hand over my hot flesh and I sigh, relishing the soothing movement. Just as I relax under the memorizing circles, I feel another hard smack against the other cheek.
“Dammit” I moan. “Damon-”
“Say it angel. I don’t like to repeat myself.”
“It’s yours,” I say quickly. “Yours, it’s all yours. Please Damon, take me, right now, I’m beggin’.”
I sound needy but I don’t really give a shit. I feel myself dripping onto the bed and nothing else matters right now except him inside me, I don’t even care where. I hear him laugh and he pulls his finger out of my ass, taking both cheeks in his hand, spreading them. He grips them, hard and I whine.
“Not yet angel, you need to warm up to that first.”
I feel the bed dip and Damon’s hands are on my hips, his tip teasing my center. He pushes gently on my back and lays me down, his big body coming down on top of me. He braces his weight on his hands on the side of my body as I feel him slowly enter me and I exhale a breath of relief.
The feeling of him filling me up will never get old and I swear no other man will ever make me feel this way. He pushes inside me to the hilt and then his body comes down on me, his hands moving underneath my body.
“Is this okay angel?” he asks.
“Yes,” I rasp.
He is heavy but the full weight of him on me feels so good.
His hands move down to my pussy and he spreads my lips with his fingers and rocks into me, my clit exposed and rubbing into the bed sheet. I gasp at the contact and moan so loud I swear they can hear me back in Louisiana.
“Holy fuck!” I yell. “Damon!”
“You like that angel?” he growls, rocking himself harder and harder into me as the sheets bring me close to an explosive climax.
“God yes, keep goin’,” I say through gritted teeth.
I reach behind us and grab his ass as his body pummels into me from behind. His fingers moving against my lips, my clit so swollen, in need of that small push over the edge.
His balls slap into me with each thrust and I finally feel it. My legs tighten underneath him and I shamelessly rub my clit against the bed, his fingers working my pussy lips and his cock hitting that spot.
“Come Bella,” he growls. “Come for me.”
I cry out his name as my vision goes spotty, my heart rate spikes and my pussy clenches around his swollen length, riding this wave of perfection, electricity shooting from my clit down to my toes.
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