Taken By The Billionaire(18)

Then the crew began to arrive and interrupted our tender reconciliation. But at least we’d cleared the air, and better than that, it seemed that Damien felt the same about me as I felt about him. OK, he hadn’t exactly spoken those three words, but he’d skirted around the edges. I just had to let him warm to the prospect.



We were in love and he wanted to meet my dad! For the rest of the week until we completed shooting, whenever I wasn’t busy on set or out with Damien – or in with Damien and his incredible penis – I couldn’t think of anything else except for how good I felt.



We flew home, and on Saturday night I sat in the back of a limo with my lover on the way to my dad’s house. Our hands lay on the seat between us, fingers intertwined. I was as nervous as hell about the prospect of the two men in my life meeting. I had no idea what Jenny might have told my father about Damien, but if she had said something to dad it wouldn’t be complimentary.



My father was polite but a little cold towards Damien. It turned out that Jenny hadn’t said a thing and that dad was cool because of the Paris phone call.



“It’s understandable,” Damien said when my dad went to check things in the kitchen. “After all, you’re his little girl. You’ve only recently come out of a relationship that ended because of your own sister; there’s the big feud between you and Jenny, of course your dad is devastated by it. Then I come on the scene and upset you so much you call him from France.” Damien nodded, as he stroked his chin. “I get it, I really do.” He sipped at the whisky dad had given him. “I’d be protective of my daughter too.”



The way he said that, with such sincerity made me glad we’d fixed things up in Paris. The sex was awesome and now Damien was really showing signs of maturity. He might be a few years older than me but he sure acted like a big kid sometimes. The things he said about protecting his daughter gave me a funny feeling inside and I wondered if we’d have kids together.



Dad came back in and, after a few awkward spots, the evening eventually turned out to be a success.



“Do you mind if I stay over with dad tonight?” I asked when my father went to make coffee. “I missed him while I was away and I’d like to spend some time with him tonight. I promise to talk about you all the time and to tell him how great you are.” I leaned in close and snuggled up to Damien on the couch.



“Don’t tell him how awesome I am when I’m making you cum on my face,” Damien grinned.



I laughed and put my arm around him. “Thanks for doing this tonight. I’m really, really happy that you did it. Dad seems to be warming to you as well.”



“Well I’m warming to you,” Damien said with that dangerous glint in his eye. The one that goes with that sly smirk and usually means some kind of game is about to be played.



He turned to kiss me. As usual my body reacted to the taste of him, the smell of him and the press of his hard body against mine. Things got hotter as the kiss went on, both of us revving up until I broke away and saw the tent in Damien’s pants.



“I’ll tell you what,” I whispered. “To show you how grateful I am …”



I reached for his zipper and went in to bring out Damien’s enormous, beautiful package.



“Your father’s only in the fucking kitchen,” Damien muttered, eyes wide at my audacity.



I’d surprised him for sure. “It’s your fault,” I grinned as I slid my ass along the couch and settled an arm across Damien’s lap. I lifted him in my hand and took a long, lascivious lick. “Just like a lollipop,” I said before treating Damien to my tongue again.



“Fuck,” he grunted. “That’s good, Kylie. I love seeing your pretty face as you do that. It looks so wrong. You’re so angelic, to see you doing that to me is just dirty.”



Damien groaned and jerked his hips. I felt the pulse of him in my fist and bent to my task again. Pretty soon he was stifling his groans and moans as I brought him closer to the edge. Aware I only had a couple of minutes, one ear alert to the tell-tale hiss and spit of the coffee machine that would signal that the coffee was ready and my father was due to reappear, I kept on at him regardless of the huge risk. If my father walked in now it could undo all the repair work Damien and I had done that evening, but I so wanted to please Damien, to make him happy that I worked and worked at him with my lips, tongue and hand, taking him into my throat.



He was so big in my mouth that I thought my jaw might unhinge, but I kept taking more and more of him, eager to be the best he’d ever known. I listened to the wonderful sounds of my lover’s enjoyment. To hear Damien telling me how good it felt thrilled me. I loved it when he compared me to an angel; I liked being pretty for him, but what really turned me on was being a devil.