Don't Tell (Don't 1)

“Oh God,” she purred.

I watched her. My eyes locked on hers as I slammed into her over and over.

Her pussy wrapped my cock in velvet heat, clenching and gripping every time I seared our bodies together. It was the hottest pussy I’d ever experienced. God, I was fucking lost in her.

I thrust again, knowing I was going to come hard.

I reached down, flicking her clit with urgency. She had to come to.

“Come, baby. Fucking come because I told you to drench my cock.”

She nodded eagerly. “Yes.” Her eyes closed.

“Look at me.”

Her long lashes lifted and the fire blazed in her stare. I massaged her nub, drawing the orgasm from her one stroke after another. Mine was building at the base of my spine and I was going to fucking come in seconds.

A bead of sweat dropped from my chest and landed on her breast, rolling along her creamy skin. I cinched her wrists tighter as the rip cord in my body sprung free like a parachute and my release begged to be rewarded.

“Fuck,” I growled. “You’re fucking mine. Right now.”

“Yes.” She breathed. She panted my name as her walls seized my dick and rattled my balls. “Don’t stop,” she begged. “Oh please.”

“Never,” I promised.

She was feverish and flushed. Her eyes dazed with sexual power as I delivered her a second orgasm.

I watched in awe as she rode it to its peak before it spilled to complete calm.

I collapsed on top of her. I could stay inside this woman in all day.

10

Molly

I didn’t know what was supposed to happen now. I was sure any minute Damon was going to kick me out of bed and send me home. That would be it. The end of the contract. The end of my one-night fantasy.

He’s breathing returned to normal. He pushed off the mattress, looking at me with the kind of look that made me want to do what we had done all over again.

“I-I should go?” I whispered.

“I had coffee brought up,” he answered. “Join me.”

He rolled away and I immediately missed the closeness of his body.

I watched in awe as he pulled a pair of lounge pants over his powerful legs and tucked his shaft inside. My clothes had been strung all over the residence. I wasn’t sure I could put them back together.

I bit my lip, not sure how to proceed.

Damon walked to his dresser and grabbed a shirt. “How about this, love?”

He tossed a white T-shirt to me.

I nodded. “Thanks.”

I threaded it over my head and stood. It barely covered the edge of my bottom.

He pressed his lips together, frowning. “Wait here.”