“Thank you for your trust,” she whispered against my lips, and proceeded to move lower, leaving gentle kisses over my jaw and neck, sucking on my nipples, and who the fuck knew they were sensitive too? All the while, she ran her hands over my chest in soothing motions. My eyes closed as a sense of panic threatened to come to the surface, but her harsh voice snapped them back open. “Eyes on me, Damian. Keep them open to know who is loving you.” I nodded, and after a beat, her tongue lazily licked my chest, moving lower and lower until she kneeled down in front of my cock. She raised her eyes to me with a question in them.
The kisses over my body created mild panic in me, but a blow job was an entirely different thing. My mouth filled with a metallic taste when I thought about it, bringing back all those memories from when I was the one on my knees needing to pleasure someone. A blow job was the source of the highest torture for me. I’d never asked a woman to give me head, because, in my mind, I would be making them do something soul-shattering for me. However, Sapphire’s eyes lit with desire as she eyed my cock hungrily. Swallowing the bile forming in my throat, I gave her a stiff nod.
The palms of her hands gently pushed my legs open, creating more space for her. Her hot breath blew on my dick as she took her first lick. The act didn’t exactly do anything good for me, but then she slowly sucked on the head while her hand moved to the base of my cock and squeezed it tight. After a second, half of my length was inside her mouth as she bobbed her head up and down at the same time the fingers of her other hand ran over my balls.
Fuck.
The repulsion left my mind.
What she did brought nothing but pleasure. The hot heat of her mouth on my sensitive skin ripped a loud groan from me. My hand moved down to fist her hair as she moaned around my cock, the vibration making me crazy. I was getting so fucking close; I’d never felt anything like it in my entire life.
“Sapphire, come here. I don’t think I can last much longer.” She protested, or at least it sounded like it from the noise she made still sucking on my dick. I tugged her hair harder. “Sapphire.” She let go with a loud popping sound and glared at me.
“I wasn't done.” The little spitfire.
“I’ll be done soon.” Her breath hitched, her white teeth biting on her lower lip with a pleading expression on her face. I sat up on the bed, still tugging on her hair, and brought her face closer to mine. “Whatever you want, it’s yours.” She breathed against my mouth as her hands laced through my hair.
“Can I ride you?”
My painfully erect cock could erupt just from the image. Without answering her, my hand traveled from her stomach, to her navel, and then to her pussy, where she was wet, hot, and ready for me. I maneuvered her to straddle my thighs and swiftly impaled her on my cock. She cried out loudly. My hands propelled her up and down, and with each motion, her whimpering intensified as she held onto me tightly. My mouth sucked on her nipples, licking around the dark areolas, and then biting them enough for her to gasp but not feel any pain.
She threw her head back as she placed her hands on my ankles, exposing all of her for me. The hickey from last time we had sex was still visible on her neck and my fingers caressed it lovingly. Her pussy tightened around my cock, and with a loud scream, she came all over me. I flipped her onto her back and continued to drive inside her mercilessly as she breathed heavily, watching my every move with satisfaction on her face.
My spine tingled, my balls tightened, and it was my turn to groan with one of the best fucking orgasms of my life. My body spent, I lay next to her on the bed. Immediately, she rested her head on my shoulder and put her hand above my heart.
My Sapphire loved me and fell asleep in my arms. What man could possibly want more?
I’d never thought my quest for revenge would bring me to the love of my life.
Times Square
Sapphire stood among people, following each of them with her eyes, hoping to see me. She wore a lame-ass sweater, a worn coat, along with baggy jeans that she must have borrowed from Steve, the guy who crushed on Sophie, but that wasn’t the reason of my anger. The purple bruises across her face, however, made my blood boil, and my body got thirsty for the kill. Ken should never have touched what belonged to me.
No records or investigations ever showed he was part of the fucking team, so he managed to surprise even me. Everything that happened yesterday was carefully staged by me. The one thing beyond my control was their behavior toward Sapphire. Originally, I snuck inside the study, removed the contract from the safe, and placed it in the most visible place on the table. My eyes constantly stayed on the daughter of my greatest enemy, and when she went outside, she gave me the ideal opening to seduce her.