“Really good.” I’d never been that big on giving head, but with him it was different. His pleasure only made mine sweeter, and I couldn’t think of a better way to finish him off than with my mouth. It would bring a weird sense of achievement.
He lay down then gestured for me to turn around and get on top of him, so that my pussy was in his face, and his dick was in mine.
“That’s it,” Damien said. “Fuck yeah.” He slapped my ass cheeks then slipped an arm around me and pulled my lower, so that my pussy was on his lips. He suckled on my clit then tongue-fucked me, casually. “Suck my dick, gorgeous.”
I lifted his thick shaft and put my lips around the mushroom tip, doubting how wide my mouth could stretch. He was huge, and an ache started in my jaw.
Damien’s tongue lavished my pussy with pleasure, and I did the same for him, sucking his cock and working his shaft with my hand, focusing most of my attention on his head. The ache didn’t bother me. All I wanted was more of him, and I continued, rocking back and forth on his face, sucking and spitting, moaning for all I was worth.
“Jesus. Holy fuck, Hazel. That’s good.”
Pride and excitement thrummed through me, and I kept working him. I wanted him to come. I wanted to taste him and to know that I’d done this. I’d made him lose it, just like he made me lose it.
Damien tensed underneath me. “I’m coming,” he said, with a mouthful of my pussy.
He throbbed in my mouth, and I lost control too, shaking, moaning, swallowing, and pulsing. The sensations were too exquisite.
After, Damien lifted me gently. He helped me turn around then placed me on the bed, my head on the pillow. He covered me up with a blanket, kissed my temple, and left the room, the door shutting with a click behind him.
I was alone again, spent from the sex, the doubts creeping at the corners of my mind.
29
Damien
One week later…
“We can’t keep doing this,” Hazel whispered in the gloom, her head still resting on my chest. “We have to get some sleep. And you can’t stay in my room.”
She said that every morning at around about this time, after we’d spent all night lost in each other’s bodies, panting and heaving and wet. I fucking loved it because it just meant we’d be doing it again tonight.
And that I had the entire day to toy with her. Tease her when others were in the room, with sly looks, smiles, brushes. There was something so fucking hot about not being able to do anything in front of her family.
Because Hazel was insistent that they didn’t find out about the “engagement.” She believed her father’s heart would be broken when it ended.
“How much do you really enjoy sleep?” I asked, rolling her over, trapping her underneath me. I took her lips, parted them gently, and tasted her for the thousandth time tonight. It hadn’t gotten old. If anything, my desire for her had grown stronger.
Fuck alone knew what I’d do when the engagement was over.
Whack off to pictures of her?
“I enjoy sleep,” she said, breathlessly, after the kiss finally ended, “as much as the next person.”
“Not enough to stop.”
“How do you know?” Hazel pouted, and it was nothing short of adorable. “I might stop right now. I might just tell you that it’s time for you to leave before someone discovers you here.”
I reached for her lampshade on the bedside table and switched it on. The flare of light made her squint and upped her sexy-adorable factor by 100 percent.
She squirmed and threw a hand over her breasts, as if I hadn’t seen them, sucked them, and titty-fucked them already. “What are you doing? Trying to blind me?”
“Trying to see you. You’re at your best when I can see, hear, smell, and taste you.”
“You’re at your cockiest always.”
“That’s what you like about me.” I winked, and planted a kiss on her nose. “But you’re right. I should leave. It’s six a.m.”
“What?!” She tried sitting up and promptly rammed her forehead into my chin.
“Jesus,” I grunted and rubbed my jaw. “What are you made of, granite?”
“It’s six?” She clasped a hand over her head, squeezing one eye shut. “My dad will wake up soon. He might already be awake. How can it be six? What did you do?”
“I sent Father Time a naked Snap and he told me whatever I wish is his command,” I replied.
“Not funny.”
I lifted a finger and thumb. “A little funny.”
Hazel rolled away from me and ran for her robe. She nearly slipped on the carpet but caught herself on the dresser, ass jiggling enticingly.
“Easy, there,” I said. “Don’t break anything.”
“Like what? There’s nothing breakable in here.” Hazel tugged on the robe and tied it, hiding the perfect slopes of her breasts from view.
“I meant you, dingus.”
She flipped me off then pointed to the door. “You’d better evacuate before they find you here. I can’t believe it’s almost six. Damn sun-eliminating curtain thingies! They block out all the light.”
I flashed her a grin then got up and stretched, lazily.
“Damien.”
I pulled on my pants and shirt then headed for the door but paused on the way there. “Shit, I forgot something.”
“What?”
I grabbed her, brought her close, and planted one last kiss on her lips. She practically curled into me, and I left her breathless and wanting.
A shower and a change of clothes later, and I was down in the kitchen, practically suckling on the espresso machine’s spout. Christ, I was tired. All worth it, though.
Between the bouts of incredible fucking, Hazel had exposed more of herself to me. Told me about the first time she’d realized she’d had a crush on me, about her mother’s passing—I’d heard about it through the grapevine, but the pain in her voice had
