I slammed him into the wall and kissed him hard and his groans filled my mouth as he gripped my hips. He tasted so fucking intoxicating that I almost couldn’t get enough. I usually hated kissing, but with Damon, it was my favorite thing to do.
His tongue tasted and teased as his hands slid down and pushed up my shirt and slid across my bare skin. I moaned into his mouth, nearly melting at the feel of his hands on me. My hands were pressed into his chest before I slid them south, tugging at his jeans.
I broke the kiss to see what I was doing but Damon pushed me away from him. At first, I thought he was actually pushing me away, but when he marched up to me, grabbed my throat, and led me backward, I knew he wasn’t.
“I thought I told you to wear skirts with no panties,” he growled, making me shiver.
“I’m sorry,” I breathed.
“This will just make your punishment that much better.” He spun me, ripped my jeans and panties down, and pushed me down on the desk as the edge dug into my stomach.
My pussy was throbbing and the lack of an orgasm last night left me panting. Damon was the only one who knew how to make me cum without stimulating my own clit.
His hand slid across my ass, spreading my cheeks as I moaned and tried to buck. Then he slapped my cheeks and nearly made me scream. My pussy clenched and my nipples pebbled.
“When I’m done with you, you won’t forget again,” he rasped into my ear before he slapped me two more times.
I was literally shaking with anticipation and the more he slapped my ass, the more I whimpered for his dick.
The sound of his zipper and the foil pack made my heart leap with excitement, knowing what was coming next. I wiggled my ass and waited.
He slapped my ass once more and plunged into me at the same time. I threw my head back and nearly screamed from the size of him. My eyes rolled into the back of my head again as I felt my walls squeeze him. His own groans filled the space around us before he began to fuck me.
My entire body was rocking against the desk as his thrusts were relentless. He was also hitting that deep, sweet spot again and I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer.
But then he pulled out of me and I swear I almost broke down in tears.
“Damon,” I begged.
The sound of a chair shrieking across the floor made me stand up and turn to him. He sat down and stroked himself, staring up at me.
“This what you want?”
I moaned while biting my bottom lip and walked toward him.
“Then come and take it.”
Fuck me, yes!
I walked over to him, kicked my jeans off, and straddled his lap, sinking down on him once his dick pressed against my opening. He stretched me again and my eyes went wide as I looked down into his aqua blue eyes.
His hands grabbed my ass as he began to lift and drop me on his dick. My own hands grabbed his shoulders as I started to ride him.
Then I did the one thing that I loved him doing to me. I grabbed his chin, tilted his head back, and kissed him deeply. Our tongues and moans danced as one and I swear he fucked me harder.
My orgasm was climbing and the familiar height of it came crashing down when he teased my back entrance with his finger. I basically screamed into his mouth, fucking him harder.
He broke the kiss and let out a long, guttural moan.
“Holy fuck, Taylor, just like that. Fuck, yes,” he growled, lifting and dropping me harder and faster on his dick before he let out a strangled moan.
He was cumming with me too and I loved that I could make him cum this hard, knowing he did the same for me.
Our fucking slowed to a near stop as I stared down into his perfect blue eyes and then leaned into him, breathing heavily as I rested my chin on the top of his head.
He began rubbing my back, pressing his face into my chest as his own heavy breathing mixed with mine.
My dad’s words came back to me again and I felt tears begin to blur my vision. He wanted me to choose Tommy, but I wanted Damon.