My cock jumped every time she bucked. I wanted so badly to sink inside of her, stretch that pretty pussy to its limit like we had before. But not until she’d fucked my face off. I bit at her clit—gently enough to be sexy, but forcefully enough so she could feel my hunger—then swirled my tongue around, back and forth, rinse and repeat.
Her thighs started trembling. I clutched her tighter, my tongue making a slippery pattern over her clit. She was bucking wildly now. Fucking my face like I’d wanted. I wrapped my arms around her hips, locking her against my face as I assaulted her clit with my tongue.
Her belly started to pulse. She cried out, louder and longer than I’d ever heard. And then the moisture hit my chin and lips. I moved my tongue to her pussy, tasting her, relishing her, lapping up every last drop of that incredible orgasm. Her chest heaved as she pressed against my shoulders, lifting off me.
“Damian,” she breathed. “What…how the…are you…”
I sent her a devilish grin. “Still alive down here.”
“Oh my god, look at your face.” She swiped at my chin, but it only made me grin harder.
“Scoot back, babe. I’m not done with you.”
I guided her back until her pussy met the thick ridge of my cock. I sucked at my teeth as the slick velvet of her cunt slid across me.
“Ohhh, Damian.” Her eyes fluttered shut. I rocked my hips beneath her. My cock throbbed from wanting more, wanting all of her stretched around me.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous, Jessa,” I murmured, running my hands over her belly, up the soft dip of her waist. I gripped her hips, rooting her against me. “Do you even have any idea?”
Her head rolled in a slow circle, eyes fluttering shut. “Stop, Damian. When you say these things…”
“What?” I wiggled my hips into place beneath her, my cockhead finding her slick entrance easily. She sucked in a sharp breath and arched against me.
“You make it too easy to believe you,” she finally breathed. “And to…to…”
Her sentence evaporated as I pushed inside her. She moved against me, resituating, allowing me to fill her. Her head tipped back, and a long moan came out. I dug my fingertips into her hips so hard I thought I might leave bruises. But she was mine.
I didn’t want this to end. Because this felt fucking right in a way I couldn’t explain, much less understand.
I ground up into her as she moved against me, our bodies forming a slick, desperate rhythm. Her breasts jiggled as I drilled up into her, and everything about her from this angle was pure erotic joy. I could have eaten her alive for how much I wanted her, how much I needed her.
A warning whispered through me, but I couldn’t pay attention to it. Not when she was on top of me, riding me, a quivering mess of ecstasy and freckles.
We reached our climax together. I’d been beating back the orgasm since I first plunged my tongue inside her. She rocked her hips against me, and the hot friction did me in. I released my load inside her, pumping out pleasure that made my abs twitch with every round.
Jessa turned to jelly, collapsing on top of me, her lips finding mine in feathery, blissed out kisses.
I wrapped my arms around her and smiled. I wanted to relish this freedom in my chest and in my limbs for as long as I possibly could. This freedom that Jessa had helped me find.
The freedom that I knew could never fully be mine.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
DAMIAN
Our sexy reverie could only last so long.
I wasn’t three feet inside the office the next morning, still sharing lingering smiles with Jessa down the hallway, when Axel called me to his office.
His grim expression resurrected all my old anxieties, the ones Jessa had helped lay to rest. They slithered back to life like the snake coaxed out of its basket by the snake charmer.
“Sit down for this one,” Axel said, palms against the top of his desk. I sat in the chair facing him, already too sick with worry to speak.
“I didn’t want to talk about this in your office,” he said quietly. “I’m starting to wonder if there aren’t spies on your side of the building.”
“Spies?”
He sent me a heavy look. And then he pushed a copy ofBig Apple Magmy way.