“Look, I want to apologize. I took things a little too far earlier, but you came in here rubbing Devon in my fucking face. You knew that it would piss me the fuck off. You wanted a reaction and you got one. So, can we please let this shit go?” My hand reaches out for hers.
I was so busy trying to make a connection with her, I didn't see the palm of her hand come up and it was too late. The sound of her hand connecting with the side of my face echoes in the back office. Shit! The girl knows how to land a fucking slap across the face. I can't really be mad, I deserved it.
I grab her wrist and place her hand palm up in front of me. Bringing her hand to my lips, I kiss her palm. I take her fingers into my mouth and suck on each one, slowly tasting them as I pull her into me. My breath catches as I feel her erect nipples against my chest.
“You can be mad at me. You can slap me as many times as you need but I am truly sorry. I was wrong.” My eyes search hers for forgiveness. There is a wealth of emotions behind the thin film of tears that are perched there on the surface of her eyes. I had embarrassed her. I am such an idiot.
“Are you finished?” She is so cold. I don't want to push her. I would have to give her time. I hang my head and nod defeat.
“I can't do this. I give up. You win. Is that what it will take? We can't keep doing this to one another,” She pleads with me, her eyes begging me, ripping my heart out of my chest.
“No. You win. I give up.” The victory is all hers. I don't want it.
She kneels on the floor in front of me as she begins to unzip my pants.
“What are you doing? Summer, not like this. I want our first time to be special.” I try to pull her up from the floor.
She shoves my hand out of the way.
“Sit. Now,” she commands as she points to the desk that not too long ago held her open and on display for me.
I sit back on the desk as she stands up and pulls my jeans and boxers off, tossing them to the side. She rips my shirt up over my head and tosses it to the floor with the rest of my clothes.
She leans in and kisses my lips. Her lips are so sweet, so tender, and so hungry. She kisses me with wild abandon and a hunger that needs to be fed. Her tongue intertwines with mine, enticing me into a mindless stupor. She trails kisses along my neck before running her tongue down my chest. She canvases my body with her tongue as she makes her way further down.
Her breath hovers above my cock. She takes my manhood in her hands and begins to run her fist up and down my shaft. My cock aches and my balls are solid and swollen with need. Pre-cum seeps from the tip of my cock. My eyes close as she takes her tongue and begins to lap at the bottom of my balls. She moves up and takes the tip of me in her mouth and circles the head of my cock slowly, enveloping the head of my cock with her tongue. Very skillfully, she tantalizes my erection causing the most extreme fucking hard on that I have ever had in my entire fucking life.
I need to fuck her mouth. The need is overwhelming to feel her tight lips wrapped around my cock. She grazes the head of my cock with her teeth gently.
“Is this what you need Damien?” she purrs as her hands massage my thighs. My legs quiver under her touch.
“Fuck, Summer. Yes.” I can't stand another minute of not feeling her.
“What do you want? I mean really, really want?” One hand cups my balls as the other tugs on the shaft of my cock. I am on the fucking verge of cumming. It is right fucking there. If she so much as breathes on my cock again I will fucking blow this instant.
“Suck me. Fuck! Summer, suck me baby. Please!”
“Shhhh... Ok baby. Let me give it to you okay.”
My eyes roll back as I allow her to take full control.
I wait. And wait. My cock is jumping up and down at a fevered pitch. My balls are in absolute fucking pain. I am getting fucking blue balls and I need to fucking come right now. The pain is too fucking intense to handle. Holy Shit! I have never fucking felt so much pressure in my fucking life.
“Summer, Please...” I growl.
When I don't hear a response, I open my eyes. Summer is gone and in her place taped to the fucking chair is a note.
In big black sharpie:
“You just got schooled, you pussy. Grow some balls and give it up.”
She has left with all of my fucking clothes. I peeked out of the door and hollered for Cash.
“Where the fuck did Summer go?”
“She said she was leaving for the day.”
“FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!”
“You alright man?” Cash asks.
“Fuck NO! I've got mother fucking blue balls. My fucking cock is so fucking stiff it won't fucking go down. That fucking woman took all of my fucking clothes. No, I am not ALL- FUCKING- RIGHT.”
“Umm... dude... Did you see the note she left at your station?”
“What fucking note? How would I see a fucking note at my station if I am back here dumb ass?” I am pissed. Embarrassed. All of the things Summer felt when I left here earlier today. Payback was a bitch but Summer was an even bigger one. FUCK! She was better at this shit than me and I couldn't do anything but laugh that she had just fucking schooled me like an amateur.
Cash ran to my station to retrieve the note that was taped to my station mirror.
There was a packet of Extenze taped to the note.
“I'm sure you can figure it out asshole.” That is all the note said.
FUCK!!!
“Dude, I'll go get your truck and pull it around back.” I could hear Cash laughing all the way out of the shop.
Chapter Nine
Summer
Who am I kidding? I want Damien Cole. I want him in my bed. And I want him with an intensity that was both physically and mentally painful. My body aches to feel him inside of me. I am famished and he is the only one who could satisfy my cravings. We could both continue this torturous game and drive one another absolutely fucking crazy, or we could lay ourselves bare for just one night. I am starting to think that one night with Damien is far better than a lifetime of trying to resist him. I would just about sell my soul to the devil to feel his hands all over my body. That fucking mouth… I would gladly march myself straight to hell to feel his tongue bathe my needy body.
I throw myself across my bed and reach over to the nightstand drawer. I pull out the toy that I keep close for times like these. These moments when my flesh throbs so hard it fucking feels like it could combust at any moment. I slide my panties down my legs and kick them across the room. My fingers begin to slide underneath my shirt trailing along my skin until they find my sensitive nipples. I tilt my head back as I close my eyes and imagine Damien's mouth between my legs. I tweak my hard nipples and gently squeeze as a moan escapes my lips. I allow my hand to trail down my bare stomach lightly, as shivers scatter down my spine.
When my fingers part the slippery wetness, my need is apparent. I am so fucking wet and ready. I begin to trace a slow circular motion around my clit as I arch my back. My mind imagining Damien's touch rather than my own. My swollen clit throbs and pulses beneath the gentle touch. I apply more pressure as I begin to stroke it back and forth. I turn the vibrator on and place the twirling head directly on my clit. My legs involuntarily straighten and squeeze together as my body responds to the intense sensations that begin to flood my senses. My breath catches just as I feel the orgasm begin to build to a fevered peak.
The doorbell rings just as I am about to cum. You have got to be fucking kidding me. I slide the toy back into the drawer and quickly dress into a pair of jean shorts.
When I open the front door there is still a slight flush on my face that only grows a deeper crimson shade of red as I stand there with my jaw wide open in shock. There, on my front porch, completely and fully fucking naked, stands Damien.
My eyes dart outside, searching for any on lookers. I jerk Damien by the arm and pull him into the house before I hurriedly slam the door closed behind him.
“Have you lost your damn mind?” My eyes avoid looking at him
, instead focusing on the window, looking out to the front yard, anywhere but at his naked fucking glorious body. Fuck! It is hard not to look at him.
“No. Apparently, the only thing I have lost is my damn clothes,” He replies with his natural cocky amusement. Okay, to be honest, the humor of this situation is not lost on either of us.
I look up at Damien ready to fire off some smart mouth comment but when our eyes lock we both burst out in laughter. I laugh so hard I am almost on the floor and my stomach hurts. We both laugh until neither of us can breathe.
“You know, I will give you credit. That was a ballsy ass move. So tell me, how the hell did you give me Extenze without me knowing it because I am dying to know?”
“Yeah that part was tough. I watched you all day. Waiting and plotting my sweet little play at revenge. I realized every couple of hours you would grab a monster from the refrigerator in the back. So I waited. When you left your station a few times to grab ink out of the stock room I would steal those short windows of opportunity. I would slip over and drop a capsule in your drink. Of course I was careful to not overdose you. I wouldn't want to break your manhood and have to worry about what you would make of a life without a properly working cock.”
He stands there just staring at me. My eyes betray me as they begin to roam over his naked body. The heat in my cheeks radiate to my belly and continue to make its way down to my already overheated core.
“Enjoying the view?” Damien clears his throat as he steps closer.
“I... umm.” Shit. I can't even think. I am so fucking aroused, my brain can't formulate a single intelligible sentence.
“So, can I have them back now?” he asks, looking at me with a crooked grin on his face.
“Huh?”
“My clothes. I mean if you want me naked, then I can think of some better things to do than just stand here. His hand reaches up and cups my breast as his thumb strums across my nipple.
I step out of Damien's reach and retreat around the couch out of his space. I grab the bag on the bar stool and pull his clothes out and toss them to him as he sports a smug smile of satisfaction on his face. I really wanted to fuck that smugness right out of him.
I can't think straight being so close to him. His touch sets all of my nerve endings on fire. They buzz to life and stir a deep awakening inside of my soul. I want him more than I have ever wanted any other man. I am not afraid of his touch upon my skin. I am scared to death of how far he could reach inside of me. He could easily expose the deepest parts of me that I want to remain hidden, but in this moment, my need for him outweighs all reason and logic.
As Damien heads into the bathroom I become resigned to the fact that I need him in that moment. I need him to kiss away the past eight years of feeling lost and alone. I crave for him to fuck away the pain of my heartache. After all these years, I can no longer deny the fact that I want Damien Cole in my bed more than I want the air that I breathe. I am consumed with thoughts of him. I have been drowning in my desire and I need nothing more than to let him devour me whole.
I undress quickly and allow my clothes to fall at my feet before I walk to the bathroom and open the door. I stand there before him, completely naked and exposed. I do not allow myself to look away from him. His eyes drink in my entire body as his cock responds to the desire coursing through his veins. My mouth is seriously salivating. I wait and watch, silently begging him to take what is being offered without hesitation. Today I am his and I need him to stake his claim.
“Summer...” he groans.
My body commits the ultimate betrayal. I can feel myself getting wetter with every second that passes as he stands there drinking in the sight of my naked body. He is hard, toned, and ready to consume me as if he were starving and I am his last fucking meal.
This man is no God but I want nothing more than to fall on my knees and worship his glorious and magnificent cock. I reach for him, allowing my hand to grasp his hardness as he lets out a deep breath.
“Please don't say anything. Do you know how much you turn me on just looking at me? I can't resist you anymore. I need to feel your mouth hungry for me, your touch scorching every solid inch of my body, and your fucking cock punishing me,” I whisper hoarsely as my fingers wrap around the incredible length of his cock with a desperation that could almost seem too needy.
“Fuck! Do you have any idea what you are asking me?” He groans as he pins my back against the wall. His cock presses hungrily against my wet and greedy flesh. His hands come up to tangle in my hair, tugging my head sharply back with force. Our eyes dead-lock. The pressure of his grasp forces my head back. I begin to feel the wetness between my thighs drip down my legs.
“I'm not asking. I'm demanding that you ravage every inch of me,” I whisper as my hand strains to keep my hold on his cock. I apply pressure to my grip as I begin to stroke him slowly up and down, making sure to allow my fingers to graze against his swollen balls.
“I am going to consume you, Summer. Every single inch of you, starting with these beautiful pouty lips that make my blood boil,” he trails off as his mouth captures mine. He is unyielding in the harshness of his kiss. His tongue probing until he forces my lips apart. His kiss is deep, almost savage, as he devours my hungry mouth. In return, my tongue calculates each move as it slowly traces the lines of his lips. My teeth tug at his bottom lip as they taste the sweetness of him. His hunger is evident as he growls against my mouth.
“Damien, please.” I beg. I struggle in his grasp. My heart is pounding, my legs are about to buckle, and I need to feel him inside of me. I needed more of him. His kiss, wickedly, set my entire body on fire.
His mouth returns and claims mine once again and plunges into me with a desperation matched only by my own. His kiss surpasses the stage of hunger.
As he breaks the kiss, his eyes trail down and focus in on my heaving breasts. My body instinctively arches out, pressing my breasts up and out. His breath, ragged and shallow, gently skates across my nipples, hardening them under his intense scrutiny. I am aware of my body's response to each sensation. Every fiber of my being sparks to life with his look and his touch.
“These breasts. They should be punished for the way they have haunted me,” he whispers as his head dips down and he finds the sensitive flesh, already hardened by my desire to be taken by him. His teeth tug at the peak of my nipple, as one hand cups the other breast, rolling my flesh firmly between his fingers. The slight sensation of pain shoots straight to my throbbing clit as his teeth nip me gently. He takes his time, sucking and nipping, until I can feel the flesh become sore and sensitive to the slightest touch.
My body comes undone. His power over me engulfs me. My clit now suffering a full-force ache to feel his touch. I want to scream for him to touch me as I sit on the brink of absolute insanity.
“Fuck! Please, I need to feel you inside of me. I can't take this torture,” I plead with him.
His hands grip my ass firmly as he lifts my legs up and wraps me around him. He carries me to the bedroom and places me on the edge of the bed. Turning me, he sits and straddles me on his lap as his hands move up to grip my jaw. He pauses for a short moment, staring at me as if he was seeing through me. He lets out a guttural groan before he claims my mouth captive. His kiss is hard and deep. He demands submission from me. I can feel my body begin to yield to his commands.
“You have tortured me, taunted me, and driven me fucking insane woman. I am not going to hold back and if you hate me tomorrow, so be it. Tonight, you are going to be taught a lesson.” He growled as his mouth glides down urgently to find my breasts again. I suck air in sharply and hiss when his teeth bite at the sensitive and swollen flesh. My back arches in immediate response to the sweet ripples of pain that begin to flood my senses.
I begin to rock my hips back and forth, grinding my needy flesh along the overwhelming length of his dick. I am soaked with anticipation and my legs begin to shake as my body becomes possessed by desire coursing through every inch of me. My p
ussy is begging for his touch. I am greedy and I can't quite get enough of him.
“Fuck! Damien, I need you to fuck me, now. I need to feel your cock filling and stretching me,” I beg as my hands go on a search to find his cock. Feeling the width of him inside of my hand is my undoing.
Damien yanks a handful of my hair and wraps it around his fingers as he pulls my head back so that our eyes are locked on one another again.
“I need you to show me how ready you are. I want you to cum on my command. Can you do that for me, Summer?” Damien murmurs as his skillful hands play over my body. Without warning, he slams his fingers inside of me as he begins to massage my clit in tight circles with his thumb. Every nerve ending is electrified with an intensity that shakes me to my core and has me about to explode.
“You aren't that good. It will take a little more than you just telling me to cum.” I laugh nervously as I look away from him. That isn't really possible is it?
“Look me in my eyes, Summer. I am that good and after tonight you will have to step up your game if you expect to be on my level. I am not like the little boys you played with when you were in New York. I am a whole different breed of man. Now, keep your eyes open and on mine. I want to watch you while you cum on my fingers.” His fist tightens its grip in my hair as he drives his fingers deeper inside of me. My body responds in earnest to match his fierce rhythm.
I can feel the blood begin to pound in my ears, my skin sensitive to Damien's every touch. Over and over he maliciously brings me to the edge and then back until my orgasm is once again out of reach. My body instantly feels like it is going to splinter in half and shatter into a thousand tiny pieces by the time he finally allows me to reach the peak again.
“Damien. For fuck's sake. Please! I am fucking begging. Make me fucking cum now!” I demand as my nails dig into his flesh.
Damien's skilled fingers begin to work their magic once again. This time though, he crooks his fingers at the most delicious fucking angle and begins to insistently hit that fucking sweet spot until I can feel my orgasm begin to swell. My wetness begins to flood Damien's lap as I find myself on the verge of release. This is the most intense, fucking glorious climax of my fucking life.
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