He pushed inside her, and with how wet she was, she heard each thrust as her pussy seemed to suck him inside her.
Intense pleasure.
“That’s right. This is how I fucking like you, Teri. You’re so wet, you’re dripping, baby.”
Damon didn’t stay in her pussy for long. He moved to her anus, and she didn’t have the energy to tense up as he placed the tip right against her asshole and slowly began to press forward.
Another whimper did escape her, but there was no pain. A little tightness, but she could handle it all. She fisted the sheets, gritting her teeth as he returned his grip to her hips, slowly, inch by inch, sinking inside her body.
Teri couldn’t ever recall feeling this way. Not with anyone.
“Fuck, you feel so tight. I knew you would.”
She groaned as with a final thrust, he was seated to the hilt within her. For a few minutes, they paused in stillness, neither of them moving.
Teri felt this connection to Damon. She couldn’t exactly explain what it meant or even what it felt like.
His hands left her hips, gliding up her body, going to her hands and locking their fingers together. She was grateful to him.
“I’ve got you, baby,” he said.
This was what it meant to be with someone.
It was odd. All of her life, she’d enjoyed casual sex, never wanting to be tied down to any man, and yet when it came to Damon, all she wanted was to be owned by him. Taken. Loved.
Teri opened her eyes as she thought about being loved by Damon.
He kissed her head and began to rock within her. Slow thrusts at first, allowing her time to bask and enjoy the pleasure she created. Each thrust driving her higher and closer to another release.
She wanted to feel Damon come. The pulsing of his cock, the wave of cum as he filled her.
Damon was in no rush. He took his time, getting them used to the feel of each other. They both moaned and craved each other.
“Fuck, you feel so good.”
So did Damon, but she couldn’t find the words. At that very moment, she was still reeling from the revelation going off in her head.
She was in love with Damon.
Teri knew it deep down into her core. The very essence of her being. There was no denying it. No going back. No anything.
She was in love with him. For how long, she didn’t exactly know, but just knowing she had feelings for him, well, it terrified her. She couldn’t think straight.
Damon groaned as he neared his release, panting against her ear, and she thrust back against him, both of them moaning at the heat of the moment.
With a final thrust and the hard drive of his cock into her ass, she felt him come. The rigid pulse of his cock, pushing his cum deep inside her.
Teri closed her eyes, basking in the moment, but at the back of her mind, she couldn’t help but wonder. What was she going to do with these newfound feelings?
Chapter Ten
“You’re coming to this party,” Damon said.
Teri tilted her head to the side, looking adorable. “I’m coming to the club’s party? Why?”
“Because I told you. I did ask nicely, but you’re refusing.”
She tutted and moved away.
As per her instructions, he wasn’t allowed to cross the threshold. He had engine oil down his clothes from doing some tweaks on his bike. He pushed his glasses up his nose as he watched her.
The way she commanded a kitchen was sexy as fuck.
She knew how to work ingredients. She was one hell of a woman, and that hello kiss.
Teri had come toward him as he got to the opening of the kitchen, put her hands on his shoulders—the only place there wasn’t any oil—and kissed him like she was a drowning woman and he held the key to keep them both alive. It was hot as fuck.
After she finished, she’d also told him in no uncertain terms not to come into her kitchen. The woman was a hard one to please, but one he was more than happy to keep on trying.
They’d been fucking each other for two months now, and he couldn’t recall Teri stopping him or telling him about her period.
He wanted her to be pregnant. Asking her about it would evoke suspicion, and he knew he’d been a bastard about it. Not once had he worn a condom, even as Teri had asked him to. Whenever he’d come inside her, he’d distracted her, stopping her from moving, or knowing that he’d not used a condom.
He was a fucking asshole.
“I don’t know if I want to come to any party. I wasn’t feeling so good when I woke up this morning.”
He froze. “And how are you feeling now?”
“Fine. Kind of strange, don’t you think?”
“I don’t know. Come to this party. It’ll be fun.”