He ran a hand down his face, and she watched him reveal his body to her.
“Why are you helping us?” she asked. “And don’t claim that I need to pay you for that question. It’s perfectly justified and is no way personal or trying to figure you out.”
“It is personal, and why do you want to figure me out?”
“Anyone would want to figure out your motive for wanting to keep me around, Damon. It’s human nat … it’s natural.”
“Humans are not all bad, Holly. You can’t judge the whole world on a couple of bad actions.”
“True, but I can hate them because of it. I don’t want to talk about this.” She ran her hands over her face, trying to clear her mind. “Just tell me why.”
“We have a deal.”
“And is that all it is?” she asked. “You can have any woman you ever wanted, Damon. I’m nothing special.”
He closed the distance between them and cupped her cheek. “Now that is where you’re so very wrong.”
Before she had a chance to speak, he slammed his lips down on hers, silencing her. She cupped his face and melted against him as he pressed her against the bed. He moved the blanket out of the way and groaned.
“You’re wearing way too many clothes.”
She laughed. “I’m wearing a nightshirt. Nothing else.”
He tore it apart, shredding the fabric with ease.
“What if I liked that shirt?”
“You don’t.” He spread her legs open, and she whimpered as the length of his erection pressed against her core. “Tell me to stop.”
“No.”
“Do you want this?”
“Yes.”
“Then beg me for it.”
“Please, Damon.”
“What?”
“Fuck me.”
“You want my dick inside you?”
“Yes.”
“Tell me to put it in you. Beg for it.”
“Please, put your dick inside me. I want to feel you.”
He reached between them, sliding his cock up and down her slit before pressing against her entrance and inch by inch, filling her up.
She sank her teeth into her bottom lip. A whimper escaped her as he held her hip and slammed to the hilt inside her.
“Now, you’re going to be a very good, Holly. You’re going to spread those legs and you’re going to take my dick. I’m going to fill your pussy up with my cum, isn’t that right?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll make you come after.” He pulled out of her until only the tip remained before plunging inside. The force of his thrusts had the bed hitting the wall. “Look at my dick.”
He pulled back and she looked at him. His length was covered in her arousal.
“Does it feel good?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want more?”
“Yes!”
“Good.” He fucked her harder.
One. Two. Three. Four. He slammed in, going as deep as he could, and she kept her legs open as wide as she could to take him.
He was so big.
“That’s it, baby. Take it all. You have such a pretty cunt. So fucking tight. I love that my dick is the only one you’ve had. I’m going to make you mine. Make you crave my cock. Your body will only ever answer to my call.”
She moaned as he turned her on.
“Oh, fuck!” He slammed into her one final time, and his cock pulsed, sending his cum deep into her womb. His grip tightened on her hip as if he just couldn’t help himself.
She saw the vein throb at his neck.
Damon didn’t make her wait though. He pulled out of her pussy and then his face was against her, licking her clit. Back and forth, he worked her until she came, rubbing herself all over his face.
Panting.
Sated.
And still hungry for him.
Damon crawled up the bed, licking his lips.
“I can’t believe you do that after you’ve come inside me.”
“Your pussy is too tasty not to lick you.” He kissed her, and she cupped his face.
“What are we going to do?” she asked.
“Not tonight,” he said.
“Damon. We can’t just forget about it or ignore it.”
“We’re not going to, but tonight, we’re not going to talk about it.” He stroked her cheek. “We’re going to enjoy each other.”
“But—”
He kissed her.
“Stop it,” she said, breaking from the kiss.
“Tell me about what you want in life.”
“No.”
“Tell me.”
She glared at him. “I want a dog and lots of babies. I want to be a mother and a wife. I want to have a big family that makes lots of noise. I can only have all of that with a mate.”
“A big family?”
“I never want to be lonely, Damon.”
“And you think I’m lonely?”
“I don’t think it. I know it.” She sat up with a sigh. “I don’t want to argue.”
“We’re not arguing,” he said. “I asked you a question.”
“What do you want out of life?” she asked.
She looked at him, but his gaze went past her shoulder. He made no sound. From the stay in his house, she didn’t know what he wanted. There were no pictures or even a hint of the kind of man he was.