Dare Me (Take Me 2)

So perfect.

“Right there, Damen. That’s it…”

She combed her hands through his hair, her fingers curling around the silky strands as his mouth pleasured her other nipple.

“I’m so close,” she whispered. “I’m trying so hard not to be.”

“Don’t hold back,” he insisted. “Let me make you come, Nikki. I need to make you come.”

His hands slipped to her ass and he palmed her cheeks, holding her in place. He lifted her an inch or so off him so he could pump into her.

“Oh, God, yes… Damen… Like that. Oh, my God… Just like that.”

He thrust into her, steadily, deeper, pushing her right to the brink.

“Christ, I am so fucking hot for you,” he ground out. “You are so damn beautiful. So sexy. So amazingly tight and wet and… Ah, fuck, Nikki.”

She felt the ripples of pleasure cascade between them.

His hands on her ass gripped her more firmly.

She rolled her hips, keeping pace and rhythm with him.

All the while, they stared into each other’s eyes.

Lost themselves completely.

“Oh, God, Damen,” she gasped. “Oh. God!” she cried as everything within her erupted and the red-hot sensations consumed her.

“Nikki.” He swore under his breath. Then his body convulsed and his cock surged and pulsated inside her as he came, flooding her pussy with his hot seed.

Branding her.

Making her his.

For now.

Damen had no desire to move.

He was buried deep inside Nikki, her tight pussy still holding him in a vise grip, clutching him as though she had no intention of letting him go. Ever.

And that was fucking fine by him.

His hands skimmed up her bare back. She’d collapsed against him and her head rested on his shoulder, her flushed cheek pressed to his skin, her warm breath teased his neck. Her breasts were melded to his chest and one of her hands splayed over his abs.

Her breathing was shallow, interspersed with a soft moan every now and then.

He stroked her hair and the moans turned into a delicate purring.

He’d chuckle if he had the energy.

Rather, he simply remained sprawled on the sofa, with her on top of him.

He was exhausted from his mission, from his injuries, from his recovery. From battling Nikki and feeling like a monumental ass that he had to confiscate her personal property. From fighting his feelings for her, his attraction to her.

From fearing for her safety.

They weren’t in the clear, though. And that was why he wanted her in D.C.