by Mays, Nikki
Between the two of us pulling at my clothing, I’m naked in seconds. He pulls me down to the edge of the bed and spreads my knees. Damon sinks down to his own on the floor. There is nothing like seeing a man with such a commanding presence kneeing before you. I get more and more aroused as he just knees there staring at the heart of me. I should probably be embarrassed but I can’t seem to muster up that feeling. The only thing that I seem to be capable of feeling right now is pure lust.
He runs his big, calloused hands up my inner thighs and brings his face closer. So close that I can feel his hot breath on my core. “You really are pure perfection.” He groans out against me. It sends electric bolts straight up my spine. He presses the flat of his tongue against my clit and gets down to business causing me to miss out a breath.
He starts out slowly, twirling his tongue in gentle circles. He laps at me like I’m the most delicious dessert that he’s ever tasted. My hands fist the comforter as my legs wrap around his head. My thighs seem to have a mind of their own and clench around in like a vise. He doesn’t seem to mind though. It actually seems to be spurring him on more.
He starts to really go at me with vigor. He adds one and then two fingers into my core. I can feel him rubbing, looking for that one spot, that he knows will make me go off like a damn rocket. He sucks my clit into his mouth making me moan loudly. He has me so primed that I’m clawing at his hair frustrated by its short length. I need something to grab onto darn it!
I can feel the beginning of my orgasm swell in my lower belly. It starts out slowly until Damon finds that wondrous spot. Out of nowhere, it crashes over me like a tidal wave. I arch my back and gasp for air, still trying to desperately cling to his hair. I finally crashed back down to earth what feels like hours later, but is probably only seconds.
He’s still licking me, slowly, trying to drag out my orgasm for as long as possible. I push him away because of how sensitive everything is right now. I look up at his face that holds a cocky smirk. I can’t even say anything. We both know he has some serious skills.
I pull him close to me, loving the feel of his warm, hard body against mine. I should feel sated but that orgasm only made me even needier for him. I want him inside of me like five minutes ago. Apparently, he’s feeling the same way because his lips crash against mine.
My arousal has ramped up again and I can feel myself growing even wetter. This man is my own personal brand of crack. I can’t seem to ever get enough of him. He’s the best addiction I have, even better than my addiction to brownies.
Our kiss becomes deeper and more heated as the minutes go by. I am entirely engulfed by his huge body. He brings both of my arms up above my head and holds them there in his. Ine is miniscule compared to him. I can feel his cock start to harden against my thigh. I let a small, okay maybe loud moan and grind my hips against his. I feel him at my opening and in one powerful thrust, he is seated fully inside of me.
No matter how many times we have sex I still need a few moments to adjust to his girth. He just holds still, waiting patiently like usual. I start to move around a little bit when the initial stretching is over. “You good Doll?” He asks as he rubs his nose against my hair.
“Yeah, I’m good now honey,” I reply with a twist of my hips. That seems to be all the encouragement that he needs. He starts off slowly. Pulling out, all the way to the tip, before pushing back in at a glacial pace. He’s determined to drive me crazy, I just know it.
He takes my lips in another hungry kiss causing me to melt into him even more. I wrap my ankles around his lower back pulling him into me. He lets go of my hands and runs one of his hands down to cup my breast, while the other continues lower. The hand at my breast kneads and tugs at my nipple causing me to pant as I’ve just run a marathon. He closes his lips around my other tight bud. I bury my fingers in his short hair enjoying the multiple sensations.
“I love when you grip my hair and scratch my scalp like that.” He murmured, his voice deeper than usual. Hearing how much I affect him ramps up my need for him even more. Who knew just the sound of his voice could help get me off? We’ll have to test that out later.
“Harder Dam. I need you.” I whisper into his ear.
He drew back and plunged inside of me...hard. Again and again. Faster and harder each time. I wrap my arms around his back to hold on. I can feel his back muscles clenching. I dig my nails in to urge him on more. “More, please,” I beg.
He draws himself up, propping his weight on his hands. He starts to pound into me with brutal thrusts. I’m loving every second wishing that it could go on forever. He begins to sweat due to the vigorous pace that he’s set. A bead of sweat drips down to his chin and I use my tongue to clean it off.
That seems to tip him over an imaginary ledge. He starts to thrust with gusto, as he uses his index finger to circle my clit.
“Come for me.” He growls out.
And that’s all it took. My inner muscles clamp down around him when my orgasm hits me. I can feel myself squeezing the life out of his dick. I vaguely hear him moan my name as he stiffens above me, finding his own release.
My heart is slamming into my ribs so hard that I’m convinced that Damon can probably feel it. He lowers himself and flips us so that I’m on top of him. He’s always so careful with me. Constantly making sure that he’s not squishing me. I lay my head on his chest and play with some of his coarse chest hair. He wraps his arms around me and rubs his hands up and down my back. Between that and his heartbeat, I’m lulled into a blissful sleep. I don’t even notice what he did until late the next morning.
Damon
I look over to the passenger side of my truck to see my heart and soul still glaring at me. Well trying to and failing miserably anyway. I smirk to myself. She’s like a pissed off kitten right now. Adorable but with sharp little claws. Claws that I have no need to feel.
“Doll, you really need to quit being so pissy,” I say like a moron.
She does this creepy ass slow blink and just stares at me. I’m not afraid of much, but if I wasn’t driving this truck, I’d be making a run for it. My sense of self-preservation has finally decided to kick in. And it’s telling me to fucking abort mission and regroup far away from here.
“I should stop being pissy?” She asks in a deceptively low voice. Every man knows that voice. It’s the voice that says I’m fucked and not in the way that I want to be. I scrub my hand down my face feeling the scratch of my beard already coming in. I wonder if telling her how pretty she looks would help me? I look over and see the fire in her eyes...guess not.
“Ahhhh.” Is my only response. Why I couldn’t just keep my fucking mouth shut I’ll never know.
“I shouldn’t be pissy about what you did?” She hisses at me. She really is becoming more and more like a feral little kitten. For the love of all things holy please don’t let me say that shit out loud.
“It’s not like I did something, horrible babe.” I defend. I’m mean it’s not like I cheated or looked at some other chicks’ ass.
“I woke up with a ring on a very important finger Damon. No sweet question, no romance...nothing! I woke up engaged!” She screech/hisses at me. I didn’t realize it was possible to have your voice actually do that. “You didn’t ask me, you just assumed I would say yes.”
“I didn’t really feel like taking a chance with you saying no. Figured this was the best way to go about it,” I say and realize I probably shouldn’t have when she narrows her eyes.
She woke up yesterday and went through half of the morning before she noticed the ring on her finger. I couldn’t believe it took her that long. I know that she can be oblivious to some shit, but come on. Finally, she noticed it when the sunlight started to glean from it. She stared at it frozen for a few minutes. When she looked up at me she had a huge smile on her face. Unfortunately, that didn’t last long. The only words she spoke to me yesterday were “I can’t believe you just put a ring on my finger without saying anything.” She promptly walked to the
bedroom and shut the door. I know her ass is happy though. I could hear her whispering to her mom and Mel. My excellent hearing comes in handy at times.
Now we’re on our way back from our getaway and she’s still side-eyeing me giving me dirty looks while smiling at her ring. Pain in the ass.
“You really gonna keep this up and act like you ain’t happy?” I question my ridiculous woman. All I get is a raised eyebrow before she returns to looking out the window. Doesn’t matter, we’ll be home in less than five minutes anyway.
I’m glad when we finally park and get out of my truck. Being in a confined space with a pissed off woman is a bad place to be. I swear her glares were sucking some of the oxygen right out of the cab.
I unlock the front door, walk in and immediately stop dead in my tracks. The entire place is a fucking mess. There doesn’t look to be anything in its rightful place. I whirl around and push Shell back out but not before she gets a glimpse of the destruction. Her gasp is pure horror.
“What the hell happened?” She asks as I push her back towards my truck.
“I don’t know but we're going to get into my truck and call the police,” I tell her as I settle her inside.
“You are the police.” She mumbles.
“Yeah, but it would be stupid for me to go in there alone. I don’t know if whoever did that is still in there and if they’re alone. It’s best to be safe.” I say while dialing the station. I relay what I know to the person on the line. We’re told to sit tight and that a few units are being dispatched.
Twenty minutes later and the area is filled with cops. My entire team showed up, along with Mellie and MJ. Michelle looks shocked and scared, so it’s best for her to be near Mel at this point. Darren Fontain, one of the detectives waves us over. All of us walk over to where he is standing, directly in front of the door.
Darren gives Michelle a sympathetic look. “It’s a mess in there. Do you want to go in or do you think Damon will be able to tell us if anything is missing?” I’m glad he’s giving her this option. I really don’t want her to see the place like this before I have a chance to clean it up a bit for her.
She looks up at me with wide innocent eyes that look terrified. She that look in those gorgeous baby blues makes me want to hunt down whoever did this and kill them. She should never know this level of fear and it’s pissing me the hell off.
“Damon and Marc will be able to tell you where everything usually goes.” She tells him. He gives her a quizzical look. I know he’s wondering why the hell Marc would be able to help. She gets her first smirk in what feels like ages. “He’s a shithead who is constantly moving my stuff around to annoy me. He probably knows where more of my stuff belongs than I do.” She gives a careless shrug like this is completely normal. Darren gives us all a look of shock and his eyes go even wider when no one looks even remotely surprised by this.
“Okay then.” He mutters and gestures for us to follow him in.
I turn and give Shell a kiss to the top of her head. “I’ll be out in a few and then we can figure out where to stay for a little while.”
“You guys can stay with me.” Declan offers. Everyone turns to look at him. Mel and Shell scrunch up their noses in disgust. “What? It’s not that bad at my place. It was only that bad the last time you were over because I had been busy and hadn’t had time to clean.” He says to the girls.
“There was a pair of a woman’s dirty underwear on the floor by your couch. I will never stay at your place. I don’t want to start off everyday showering in bleach thank you very much.” Michelle tells him.
“That was so nasty Dec. You didn’t even remember whose they were, that’s how long it had been.” Mel says on an exaggerated gag. Can’t blame them though. That shit is pretty gross.
“You don’t know that it was a long time. Hell, I can’t remember who I was with last weekend.” He defends.
“That’s even worse Declan,” Michelle says in a voice eerily similar to how our mother would say it. Dec and I both shutter. She needs to stop spending time with her.
“Whatever,” Dec mumbles and ambles away.
“You both can stay with us. We have the guest room, so it’s not a big deal.” Mel tells us.
“Thanks,” I tell Mel before turning to my Doll. “I will be out soon. I grab some of our stuff. Anything important that you want me to get?”
“Just my laptop and some extra clothes. I have everything else since we were away.” She tells me before planting a kiss to my cheek and walking away with Mel.
I walk in and realize that it’s an even bigger disaster than I originally thought. Drawers are all dumped out in the kitchen. The fridge was left open meaning that everything needs to be tossed. Luckily we didn’t go shopping since I knew that we would be gone for a few days. Still a pain in the ass though. Even her damn curtains in the kitchen were pulled down.
The living room is definitely not salvageable. The TV has been smashed and the couch ripped up. All of her picture frames have been smashed to hell and back. Bile is churning in my gut. I don’t even want to see the rest of the place but I know that I have to.
The bathrooms and guest rooms aren’t horrible, just some stuff is thrown about. Our bedroom is the absolute worst spot in the whole place. Christ, I can’t even believe that someone could cause this level of destruction.
All of our clothes are on top of the bed that looks like someone ripped up with a hacksaw. The room reeks of piss. This motherfucker threw all of our clothes on the bed and pissed all over everything. This is on a whole different level. What kind of sick bastard pees all over someone’s clothes and bed?
I scrub both of my hands over my face. I dread having to tell Michelle about all of this. I know that this isn’t something that I can keep from her as much as I want to. She is going to be devastated over all of this.
“This is fucking disgusting,” Marc says while holding his nose. The smell in here is insane. Whoever did this must have done it yesterday or the day before, for the smell to be this bad. He walks back into the living room with me following on his heels.
“It’s going to take forever to get the smell out of everything,” I tell him. “Doll’s going to be fucking heartbroken over all of this.”
“Here.” Darren walks over handing me a business card. “That cleaning company is one of the best around. They should be able to make this place look like this was a bad dream.” He tells me.
“Thanks, man, I appreciate it,” I reply.
He shrugs. “It’s all good man. My wife would kill me if I didn’t help out Shell somehow.” Marc and I raise our eyebrows in question. “My wife is seven months pregnant. Michelle’s brownies are pretty much the only thing keeping her from going homicidal on my ass. You never mess with the person who gives a pregnant woman her fix. Your woman is nothing but a brownie goddess who saves my life on the regular.” He tells me with a serious face.
“It can’t be that bad,” Marc says through a laugh.
“I shit you not man. I’m terrified to go home without that pink and brown box. Hell, some days, I slide that shit across the floor and get the hell out of dodge. This pregnancy thing is no joke. If it wasn’t for your woman, I think I might be dead.” He tells us with a shudder.
“That’s a sad life man. Being afraid of your own woman. That’s why it’s easier to just move on to the next one. Never having to deal with them being crazy.” Marc says like a moron. I just smirk at him. I rather have Doll in psycho mode, than a hundred chicks who are calm.
“You’ll be eating your words one day. I can’t wait to see it.” I tell him. He laughs but doesn’t say anything else.
“Does it look like anything is missing?” Darren asks us while looking around.
“That’s the weird thing. Everything is destroyed but it doesn’t seem like anything has been taken.” I tell him.
“Honestly, this looks like some shit one of my crazy ass exes did to me one time.” Marc states.
“I thought that you just move o
nto the next one?” I ask with a sarcastic edge.
“It’s exactly because of her that I don’t keep any around long enough to think that we’re together. Women are nuts. All of my shit was destroyed. Never again.” He shakes his head obviously remembering all the damage. That shit sucks but I have a feeling he probably deserved it, so I say nothing. Darren just looks at him with a smirk.
“Anyway, does Michelle have any asshole exes in her closet?” Darren asks. This really does seem like some shit that a jealous ex would do.
“She has one true asshole in her past. Gerry is the biggest piece of shit that I’ve ever had the displeasure of meeting.” Marc states with a look of pure disgust.
“Shell has been pretty tight-lipped about that relationship, I can’t get more than a few words from her whenever I ask,” I tell them.
“Yeah, I’m not too surprised. I think she’s pretty embarrassed that she was with him for so long.” Marc says looking glum.
“What happened?” Darren questions. Marc looks at me before continuing. I signal for him to keep going since Michelle won’t willing divulge this information. I don’t like going behind her back but we need to know to in case he does have something to do with this.
“All in all he was extremely abusive towards her,” Marc says and I see fucking red.
“He hit her?” I growl out in a voice so low it almost doesn’t sound human.
“Hit her? No. Verbally put her down every chance he had and control her every move? Yes. Hell, I’m pretty sure he’s the reason that she had her boobs done in the first place. He constantly told her that she looked like a teenage boy and that he was tired of having nothing to grab onto.” Marc says with a deep frown marring his features.
“He actually said that in front of you?” Darren asks incredulously. Even I’m surprised. This fucknut must be dumber than I originally thought. Everyone knows how damn protective Marc is over those two women. He gives us a look that asks if we’re stupid.
