Images of him and I, hand in hand, mouth to mouth, happy together, filled my mind. We were finally together. It was finally happening.
Damen was finally mine!
I called out his name as he doused my insides with cum, his rough fingers digging aggressively into my ass cheeks as he buried his face between my bare breasts, pushing himself deeper into me. I panted and groaned, relishing the tingle in my pussy as it throbbed around him, gripping him tightly. Holding on to him so he would never leave.
“Fuck, Anna,” he called out again, the final tremble of his orgasm thrumming through his body.
He lay his forehead on my chest and I threaded my fingers through his hair, feeling happier than I’d ever felt before. I could have easily cum again if he had been ready. My body was primed, another orgasm on the precipice, but he was already softening inside me.
He looked up at me, his eyes rimmed red from the alcohol or maybe he had been crying over Louise after all, but that was all over now. Now he was mine and I’d make him happier than she ever could.
He reached up with both hands and cupped my face, kissing me long and hard, his tongue soft and warm as it roamed my mouth, exploring me. I shuddered as he twitched inside of me, his body stirring back to life with a simple kiss and flex of my hips, and I squeezed him with my muscles, desperate for more of him. I’d never be done. We’d fuck until we died. Staying here in this apartment together, fucking forever.
I leaned into his touch as he released my mouth and instead held my face in his hands, staring at me intently.
“God, you look so much like her with your hair like that, Anna,” he sighed, his eyes rolling in his head as post-sex tiredness washed through him.
I didn’t want him to sleep though. I wanted him to fuck me again. I wanted him naked and wild in my bed. Tied to the post as I dripped wax down his chest and sucked him so hard his toes curled, and he slid down my throat in long rivulets.
“Come on, wake up, don’t sleep yet,” I cooed, pressing a kiss to his mouth.
“I miss her,” he whined quietly, his eyelids closing, and I scowled.
His now soft cock slid out of me and I slipped out from under him and stood up. He shifted to sit up and looked down at his flaccid length, horrified as realization set in as to what he’d just done. He pushed himself back into his jeans quickly, his drunken fingers fumbling with his zipper.
“Hey, it’s okay,” I said, placing a hand on his shoulder. He shrugged me off him and stood up, a wave of disgust spreading through his features.
It was hard not to be offended by it since he was currently running down the inside of my thigh and my body was still so sensitive that every move made my nipples turn harder and harder until any moment now, I was going to go off like a damned rocket again.
“Jesus, Anna,” he said, running his hands through his hair as he stumbled to his feet. “What did we do?”
I stared at him, a look of hurt on my face.
“I’m sorry, that came out wrong. God, I’m such an asshole.”
“You’re drunk. You just need to get some sleep, Damen.” I guided him down the hallway to my room, and he swayed as he clung on to me. “I’m going to look after you.”
I sat him on the edge of my bed and undressed him slowly, and when I rolled him into my bed, he looked so perfect and serene.
“You’re so pretty,” he slurred.
I smiled and stripped out of my clothes before climbing into bed next to him. I snaked my arms around his chest, rolling him onto his back, and he stared up at me drunkenly, stupidly.
My hand reached between his legs, stroking along his soft length until he began to twitch back to life again.
“I need to sleep,” he mumbled, his hand reaching out to cup my breast.
“No, you need to lie there and let me fuck you better,” I said as I straddled him. “I’ll fuck her right out of you, Damen and make all the pain go away.”
I raised myself up, holding his length as I slid myself down on it with a sigh.
“Make it go away,” he exhaled.
I rose up, feeling him slide almost out of me, until only the tip remained inside, and then I slammed myself back down.
“Fuck, yeah,” he called out. “Fuck her out of me, Anna.”
He groaned loudly, his hands on my hips as I did it again and again. Rising and falling on his cock as I exercised Louise out of the man I loved. Damen held my gaze the whole time I fucked him, riding every last part of Louise from him.
Damen was mine, and now we were going to live happily ever after.
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Prey
Raven Amor
Chapter One
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I watch from the one-way mirror as he falls on the bed backwards. The sick smile that crawls over his face has my hand clenching. I keep my feet rooted to the spot; I can’t mess it up now. Not so close. It took years to get where I am, to become what I have. For the man to disappear and leave behind a deadly weapon. For weeks I have followed him, watched the vile things he has done. All in the name of the family. The family I’m going
