“I’m coming!” My abdominal muscles tightened, and I rolled forward—then my pussy spasmed on his girth. “Don’t stop!”
“I’m not going to stop until I explode inside your pretty pussy,” Damien growled his response and started to put more ferocity behind his thrusts.
The orgasm tore through my body like a tornado that was stronger than the emotional one spinning in the distance. Endorphins were released into my veins, and they numbed everything around me. I felt Damien throbbing and pulsating as thrust after thrust was driven into my spasming pussy. The peak soared—and went higher as every thrust was hammered into my g-spot. A second orgasm came as quickly as the first. The desire for Damien to be in that moment with me took control of every fiber of my being. I lifted up with a gasp until my lips were against his ears. He heard my moans and the excitement in every breath I took.
“I want you to come in me—please!” I dug my nails into his back and begged for his passion.
“Oh god!” Damien’s hips started to move erratically, and his cock throbbed even harder.
Several hard thrusts preceded his release and then I felt the lust surging through his shaft. He erupted inside of me, and a primal roar rushed across his lips as he tasted his sweet release. Feeling his seed flood my pussy was enough to make me come for the third time. It peaked so hard that my head spun, and I fell back against the mattress. Damien didn’t stop slamming his powerful thrusts into my body until the orgasm had faded. We were both drained and spent, but I felt better than I had felt all day—especially when Damien stretched out beside me and wrapped his arms around my trembling body.
“I needed that…” I curled up against his chest.
“I needed it too.” Damien pressed his lips to my forehead. “I meant what I said—I’m not going to let anything come between us.”
I trust you a lot more than anyone else in my life right now…
I spent most of the night with Damien and returned home to an empty house. That wasn’t surprising. The next morning, I woke up and went to the Pembroke, where I had to beg my boss not to fire me on the spot for calling in sick. My boss agreed to give me one more chance, but when I made it to the front desk, I realized she wasn’t the only one that I had to make amends with. Hank was supposed to get off early because he had plans with his girlfriend but had to cancel them when I didn’t show. He seemed to accept my apology but wasn’t his usual jovial self…
“Are you going to tell me what really happened yesterday?” Hank walked up to me as I was clocking out at the end of my shift. “I know you weren’t sick.”
“It was a family issue.” I turned towards him. “I promise I didn’t call in just because I wanted a day off.”
“If you’re going to leave me stranded like that again, at least have the courtesy to send me a text message or something.” Hank clocked out and walked towards the exit.
I felt awful for abandoning Hank and ruining his plans, but I would have been a wreck if I showed up for work. My conversation with Damien would have been weighing on my mind, and I might have talked myself out of it if I took more time to think about the potential repercussions. I hoped Hank would forgive me eventually—but I had other things to worry about. I sent two messages to my mother earlier that morning, asking if we could talk before I was supposed to meet her, and she hadn’t responded at all. It was bad enough for her to ignore me when she was off on one of her excursions, but I knew she was back in town—there was no reason for her not to check her phone regularly.
I guess I’ll just go home—if she doesn’t respond before it’s time for us to meet, then I’m not going.
I sent a message to Damien to let him know that I was heading home and to see if we could possibly get together if my plans fell through. He was working and wasn’t sure when he would be done. I had schoolwork that needed my attention, so I couldn’t spend the entire night with him anyway, but I would have pulled myself away if we could have met for dinner. I didn’t think my mom would be interested in sitting down for a meal with me after I told her that I had no intention of moving with her to Sinn Manor—and I didn’t want to have to break that news to her in a public place if possible. I checked my phone a couple of times as I drove and checked it one last time before I made the final turn that would take me to my house.
Hmm. The lights are on—she must be home. Wait, is that a real estate sign in the front yard!?
I turned my car into the driveway and immediately hopped out. I wasn’t seeing things. There was a Blue Stone Realty sign in my front yard—my mother had put our house on the market. I tried not to get angry, even though that was the first emotion that tried to surface. My mother probably thought it was the right thing to do—I hadn’t been able to tell her that I wanted to stay there on my own after she moved out. I still thought it would have been reasonable for her to tell me that she planned to sell my childhood home—the house that my grandparents bought for us—before I drove up and saw the sign.
“Mom?” I pushed the door open.
“You made it!” She walked out of the living room with a smile on her face. “Hurry up and get changed—wear something nice. I mad
e a reservation at Moretti’s.”
“Did you not get my text messages?” I tilted my head inquisitively.
“Oh, I need to give you my new number. Edgar added us to his account and bought us new phones.” She pointed towards the dining room, and I saw a brand new iPhone sitting on the table. “You can set yours up on the way to the restaurant.”
“Hold on.” I held up my hand. “Mom, we need to talk—about everything.”
“What’s wrong?” She gave me a perplexed stare.
“I don’t want to move, and I don’t want you to sell the house.” I motioned to the room with my hand. “I’m old enough to be on my own, and I’d like to stay here after you move out.”
“Don’t be silly.” My mother shook her head back and forth. “Edgar has an enormous mansion. There’s plenty of room for us both. He doesn’t mind if you stay with us until you figure out what you’re going to do with your life—he even offered to pay for you to go to college if that’s still what you want to do.”
I might as well tell her the truth. It’s not like it matters anymore.
“Mom…” I exhaled sharply and looked down at the floor. “I’m already in college.”
“What are you talking about?” Her head snapped back. “I’ve never seen you go to a single class.”