Damon:A Bad Boy MC Romance Novel(41)

     



 

She moaned, tasting him all the way down her throat; she loved the  sensation of him buried in her mouth, loved the way he tightened and  groaned as she pressed him further back, until she was almost gagging on  him. His hand on her scalp was steady but undemanding, guiding her  speed as she fucked him between her lips, massaging him with her tongue,  sliding him down her throat. She pulled back once to take a gasping  breath, then impaled herself on him again, stroking him with her hand as  she slid up and down.

Suddenly, his grip on her head increased, and looking up she saw that he  was staring at her wild-eyed. He was always in control of  himself … except for now. Because of her. Because of what she was doing to  him. He held her head in place, his hips beginning to move against her;  her pussy was already dripping desire as he began to fuck her mouth,  taking what she'd offered him and making it his own. With another man,  she might have felt used. With him, she felt aroused; she wanted it like  this, with him in control, growling and primal and raw.

He fucked her throat with abandon, refusing to let her pull away,  sliding his cock deep inside her until her nostrils flared and tears  threatened her eyes. She gripped his thighs for support, tried to keep  her tongue moving as he ravage his mouth. It was his to ravage. Her  whole body was his to take, however he wanted. His movements sped up,  became erratic and jerky; she could almost feel his balls churning as  his arousal peaked. He shoved her head down, further than ever, and held  her in place.

He groaned as he came, shooting warm jets into her throat, past her  tongue; she swallowed desperately, loving the feel of his pleasure in  her throat, the way his vein under his cock throbbed with each burst.  She breathed ragged through her nose, taking it all until he pushed her  away, the sensation too much for him. She licked her lips, smiling up at  him; to her surprise, though, his eyes were still wild with desire, and  he reached down and pulled her to her feet.

Spinning her around, he tugged her onto the wooden table and reached  between her legs. Her surprise dissolved into pleasure as his fingers  found her slit, wet and hot and ready for whatever he had to give her.  He held his own cock in his hand; it was half-erect, and he began to  stroke it.

"Not done with you," he growled, moving in closer to whisper into her  ear. His lips landed on her neck as his fingers plunged into her pussy.

"Be care … ohhh," Tricia cried, her back arching violently as he pushed  his fingers against her g-spot, curling them in the exact right spot to  make her drip. She leaned back onto her hands, spreading her thighs wide  for him. When she looked down out of the bottoms of her eyes, she saw  that his dick was hardening again, and felt her body flush with  excitement. But his fingers weren't finished with her, either; he curled  them again, pressing hard against her until her hips actually lifted  off the table.

"Come for me," he ordered. "I want to watch you come, and then fuck you ‘til you come again … "

"Fuck, yes," she moaned, feeling his fingers drive themselves against her g-spot again and again.

She'd been ready to go, delirious with the taste of him and the feel of  his cock in her throat, and she barely had time to think before her  first climax broke over her in a wave, spreading across her body,  turning her nerves to ice and then melting them down, again and again.  She opened her eyes, found his, and did just what he'd said; she came  for him, just for him.

It was all he needed to get hard again, and when her pussy finally  stopped throbbing around his fingers he pulled them out, grabbed her by  the waist, and yanked her forward until she was nearly at the tables  edge. Her knees lifted and he grabbed her thighs, spreading them apart  and up. One stroke and he was inside her, buried to the hilt and  pulsing.

The angle drove him deep, the head of his cock directly stroking her  sweetest, most tender places while the base of his shaft ground against  her clit. Tricia's jaw clenched as her body tried to make sense of the  pleasure, still barely recovered from the first orgasm, now building up  again to another.

"Oh, fuck, Damon, fuck, oh god," she moaned, saying his name over and  over again as he drilled into her. Her legs parted wider, her ankles  meeting across his back and holding him in tight. With one hand holding  her around her waist, he lifted the other to her chest, taking hold of  her breast and cupping it, running his thumb across her nipple; at the  same moment, he buried himself inside her and shifted his hips in a  circle, grinding against her clit.

She exploded again, bright red light across her vision and fireworks up  her spine. Her pussy drenched his cock, her mouth screamed his name, her  body rippling and crackling with delight, ripe and flush and all his.  He devoured her pleasure and turned it into his own, exploding inside  her with what little he had left. Her pussy milked the cum from his  cock, begged for it, her thighs holding him tight as he shuddered and  spasmed inside her.         

     



 

Groaning as he pulled away, his face looking pale, Tricia was forced from her post-orgasmic bliss by her worry for Damon.

"Baby!" she cried, hopping off the table as he stumbled back and fell, heavily, onto the bed. "Fuck! Did you … "

"No," he said, panting and looking up at her with a smile across his lips. "I'm fine, I'm fine. Just … shit."

"Lay down," Tricia said, pulling at his arm until he scooted back across  the bed and lay on his back, his hand resting against the bandage on  his chest. Tricia untied it and peeked down the side; no bleeding, no  sign that his stitches had come undone. She sighed in relief, retied the  bandage, and crawled into the home he offered her under his  outstretched arm.

"We need to be more careful about that," she said, finally letting herself sink into the sensations that still filled her body.

"Sure," he said, nodding, his eyes closed.

"How's your jaw?" she asked.

"Fine," he answered, and peeked down at her out of one eye. "Don't worry about me, baby. I'm solid."

"Well, I know that," she purred, letting her hand draw up and down his  torso. She hummed against him and they lay in silence for a while, just  enjoying the warmth of their bodies in the cold, air-conditioned room.  The bandage obscured part of Damon's lighthouse, the unfinished tattoo  across his abs.

"When are you going to get Cristov to finish this?" she asked, the question more of a mindless musing than anything else.

"Well, I want to - have to go to Providence before I go back home,"  Damon mused, dragging the tips of his fingers up and down her back.  "From here, that could take … oh, a week, or more. And then … "

" … then a few days back to Kingdom," Tricia said, trying to keep the sigh  from her voice  –  and failing. Damon peered down at her. She was looking  over his chest, at the far wall.

"Or not," he said, now making spiraling circles on her back. She put an  arm on his chest, used it to prop up her head to look at him  straight-on.

"You've got somewhere else in mind?"

"I've got anywhere else in mind," he said, speaking slowly and judging  her reaction. He saw the way the corners of her lips lifted. "The perk  of being your own boss, you know, is that you can put someone else in  charge whenever you want. Or, hell, shut down until you get back."

"That's not … that's not good business strategy," Tricia said, looking  away from him so that he couldn't see the way her smile was trying to  come out.

"I guess you're right about that," Damon said. "Some would even say it's … crazy."

"Yup," Tricia said, hoping he couldn't feel her jaw move as her smile widened.

"Romani are very frugal, did you know that?" Damon went on drawing his  circles and pretending he didn't know about her smile. "Very good at  saving. And pretty thrifty."

"Is that so?" Tricia mused, nudging herself closer to his hard, warm body.

"It is," he said. "But  –  I guess you're right. It's crazy to just not go  back to your job. You have a job to go back to, right? Oh, wait … "

"Hmm," Tricia hummed.

"But you need to find a job soon," Damon continued playing along.  "Because you're running out of all that money you won in the … oh, wait … "

"Okay," Tricia finally said, lifting herself up on her elbows and looking him in the eye. "Enough of this. Are you serious?"

He opened his arms wide, palms out, as though to show that he had  nothing up his sleeves; easy enough, since he was naked, but the gesture  was symbolic.

"I've got nowhere I need to be anytime soon," he said. "And it's a big  country. And you sure seem excited about the idea. I like my woman when  she's a little excited."