“Rachel,” I murmur. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen and I need to have a piece of you.”
Her breath catches. For a second, she doesn’t say anything, but then she mewls. “Do you mean that, Damon?” she whispers. “Really?”
I touch her chin, and then let the back of my hand run along her jaw, looking deep into her eyes. “I do.”
She surprises me by stepping closer. Her eyes shimmer under the fluorescent light. “Then are you going to kiss me, Damon?”
With a growl, I take her up on the offer, my mouth descending on hers ravenously. Her eyes flutter closed as I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her close. Her mouth is soft, and her hands rest against my chest before curling into the fabric.
By the time the kiss ends, I’m breathless. My knees feel weak and my cock is rock hard. Meanwhile, Rachel presses closer to me, as if she knows what I’m thinking, and looks up at me through her lashes. The woman shoots me a slow, sexy smile, her eyes hooded with desire. My cock throbs. God, I don’t know how much longer I can hold back.
“I’ve never done anything like this before,” she whispers. “I feel like I should be more careful, but this feels right. I don’t know what it is about you, Damon, but I know I’m safe here.”
“That’s correct.” I stroke her neck gently, and feel her pulse beat against my fingertips. “As long as you’re with me, you don’t have to worry about a thing.”
She bites her lip, her fingers gripping my shirt. “So what happens now then, big boy? What should I do?”
I growl, my eyes blazing.
“Right now, I’m going to make you feel good, baby girl, and you’re going to earn that prize.”
She nods and stands up on her tiptoes until her lips are against my neck. “I want that too,” she whispers, pressing a kiss there.
I shiver, gathering her tightly to me. My hand runs through her hair as my lips find hers. This time, the kiss isn’t so sweet anymore. I can taste the need on her tongue now, and I can’t hold back either. I moan, running my hands over her shoulders until the terrycloth drops to the floor leaving her utterly nude before me.
But Rachel isn’t scared. Instead, she looks deep into my eyes. “Touch me,” she whispers against my lips. “Please, Damon.”
That’s all the invitation I need. I seize her mouth again, making her moan and writhe in my grasp. My heart thunders in my ears as my hands roam over her curves greedily. Fuck. This woman is nothing but pulsing warmth and feminine gasps—and now, I’m going to make the earth shake.
5
Rachel
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I can’t believe I’m doing this. I’m in the office of a strange man, and I’m letting him ravish me all to the tune of one thousand dollars. It’s a lot of money, but in my heart of hearts, I know I’d never sell my body for cash. Instead, it’s the way this man has taken possession of my soul. His blue eyes are fierce, and that huge body rock hard and ready. His kisses burn my mouth even as I toss my head back with sighs of pleasure.
After all, I’ve never craved anything more than Damon at this moment. I let him trail his hands over my most private parts—my ass, my breasts, my hips—and not once do I have second thoughts about what I’m doing.
“Fuck honey,” he breathes against my throat. “You’re so ripe and beautiful.”
Then I squeal as he grips the bottoms of my thighs, and easily lifts me up. Throwing abandon to the wind, I toss my head back and laugh as he carries me over to his desk. He sweeps away the papers so that they go crashing to the ground, and lays me across the dark wood while running his lips down my neck. Pure fire courses through my body, centering in my most feminine spot, and I clutch his broad shoulders close.
“Oh yes, Damon,” I moan. “Mmm!”
His lips find my nipple, and my back arches as his mouth closes over the sensitive nub. He sucks at the hard pink tip, and my body becomes electrified with pleasure. I moan out loud, running my fingers through his dark, silky hair as he strokes his tongue over the hard pink crest. Then his hands find the vee between my thighs and I let out a throaty moan.
“Oh fuck honey,” he breathes. “You’re so fucking wet for me.”
I throw caution to the wind and part my thighs even further, giving him better access.
“Yes,” I pant. “Daddy, this is all for you.”
Hearing the word “Daddy” throws the alpha male into a frenzy. Within seconds, he’s out of his clothes and I gasp, eyeing the huge meat between his thighs. It juts proudly from his waist, like Thor’s hammer, and the tip is already slick with fluid because he’s so turned on.