Chapter 19
Marlie couldn’t believe he was here. She was naked, her sexy stalker demanding he give her sexual pleasure.
She would have pinched herself to see if she was dreaming, but Damon didn’t give her time to do more than bounce on the bed when he tossed her there.
“Whoa,” she said on a breath, staring up at him as he lost his sweater and the tee-shirt under it.
Jeans rode low on his hips, clinging to the sculpted V of his lower abs.
The guy had an Adonis belt for real. Not just a large man who intimidated with his size.
The guy was seriously built, with the muscle to go with that mouth.
His broad chest, sprinkled with dark hair but not too much, boasted massive pecs and biceps like rocks. Damon had the absolute perfect body. Especially considering she knew what lay between those thick thighs.
“You getting naked?” She might have been embarrassed at how breathless she sounded, but he was sporting a massive hard-on she could see, even behind jeans.
“In a minute. I’m looking my fill.” He crossed his arms over his chest and stared at her.
She had a great body. At least, for a woman who wanted to be good at sports, sink baskets, and sprint up and down a court. Tall and lanky with a B-cup max, Marlie wouldn’t be gracing any VS runways, but she normally felt good about herself.
Under his regard, she felt like a queen. He stared and smiled, so much sexual energy coming from him she wondered if they’d combust when they kissed.
He toed off his shoes and slipped out of his socks. But he left his jeans on.
“Scared?” she taunted as she placed her hands behind her head and spread her legs wider.
He swallowed. “Hell, yeah. You’ll eat me alive if I let you.”
She chuckled. “Damn right.”
“Guess I’d better get on with it then.”
“You’re a looker but not that great at the romance.” She sniffed.
He smirked before joining her on the bed, crawling until he settled over her like a blanket. The feel of his chest brushing her breasts made her want to shoot off the bed.
His eyes narrowed. He didn’t speak. Instead, he lowered his head to kiss her breasts, one then the other. Then he settled his mouth over her nipple and sucked.
She hissed and would have moved her hands to cup his head and keep him there, but grabbed her wrists and held her still while he teased her out of her mind.
“Damon,” she growled, so in lust it wasn’t funny.
She’d never been so hot for a guy before. Anytime she tried to move, he grew heavier against her, his hands holding her firmly.
He pulled away from one nipple to attend the other, licking and teething before sucking her into a near-orgasm.
“Oh yeah. You’re fucking hot, Mad Marlie.” He rasped against her breast before suckling again. Then he moved a hand to slide down her belly while he continued to pin her wrists down.
He finally kissed his way up her body to whisper in her ear, “I’m gonna fuck you so hard.”
“Do it,” she whimpered, weak and needy, and so incredibly turned on.
He kissed her, and she did all she could to grind up against him. Then the bastard slid his hand farther down her belly into the heat of her. She bucked against him, but he held her down as he fingerfucked her, in and out, until she wanted to scream, teetering on the verge of climax.
He must have felt it, because he slid down her body and planted his mouth over her clit. He sucked while he thrust a finger deep inside her.
Marlie cried out as she came, automatically reaching for his head to hold him there, so lost in her pleasure she could only ride it out as he lapped her up, his tongue firm, his mouth so fucking hot.
When he’d wrung her out, she lay panting, staring up at him in a fog of repletion.
He winked. “So easy. Let’s see how you handle round two.”
“Ass.”
He didn’t smile, intense as he leaned back to shimmy out of his jeans. He grabbed a foil packet from his pocket before tossing the jeans aside.
“Let me.”
“No,” he barked. “You do that and I’ll come before I’m inside you. I need to feel you around me.”
She nodded, staring in awe as he leaned back and rolled a condom over his monster of a cock. She bit her lip, wanting to feel him in her in the worst way.
Damon blanketed her once more, staring into her eyes as he angled himself at the entrance of her sex and pushed.
He slid so slowly, but the incredible fullness shocked her into a second, violent orgasm while his pelvis ground her clit.
“Fuck, Marlie. Oh yeah. Squeeze me.” He shoved all the way home, and she hugged every part of him she could reach while he pulled out and shoved even harder back inside her.
Not a small man, he rode her with a desperation that called to the needy woman inside her. “More,” she insisted as her headboard banged against the wall, Damon riding through her pleasure to reach his own.
She clutched his head when he met her for a kiss, loving his scent, his taste, the feel of all the power over her. In her.
“Gonna come. So hard,” he warned as she locked her ankles behind his back. “Oh fuck.” He shoved once more and seized, and she squeezed him as hard as she could inside her, gratified by his moans and loss of control.
Her own body continued to shiver, the ecstasy overpowering and a little frightening in its intensity. She’d never had mind-blowing sex. Until now.
She suddenly understood the bad choices so many of her old friends had made over the years. For sex like this, she too would overlook a lot of bad behavior. Hell, if Ben had been anywhere near Damon in bed, she’d probably still be with him.
“Wow.” She sighed, running her fingers through his hair.
He had frozen over her, his eyes shut, and now he blinked down at her, staring in shock. “A magic pussy. It’s not just a myth.”
“Um, what?”
He groaned and surged deeper, not withdrawing as she’d expected. “When the sex is this good, and it feels like you’re sticking your dick into an electric socket, tingly and achy and fucking orgasmic, you’ve met a mythological unicorn.”
“What are you talking about” She had a tough time focusing on more than what it felt like to have Damon inside her. Despite coming, he still felt huge.
“Ignore me. I’m nut sick.”
“Yeah, whatever.” She sighed.
“Gimme a little time and we’ll go again.” He sighed. “I can’t believe you made me wait because you ate too much cake.”
“Hey, you bought said cake.” She yawned. “I’m not that tired.”
“Yeah, me neither. But all the blood in my body rushed to my cock. I’m lightheaded.” He groaned as he pulled out, left the bed, then returned from her bathroom minus the condom.
Before he could slide next to her on the bed, she stopped him.
“What?”
She motioned to him. “Turn all the way around. I want to see all of you up close.”
He smiled and did as ordered. “Do I pass muster? Do I get another go at unicorn pussy?”
“So I’m a unicorn?”
“You’re pretty but deadly with that figurative horn.”
“I was horny. You wore it out of me.”
He tugged the covers out from under her to cover her up, pausing. “You’re done?”
She scoffed. “No way. For now, yeah. But I need more than one big O to feel complete.”
“Whew. Had me worried there.” He slid next to her and leaned up on one elbow, staring into her eyes. “We really did this. Had sex.”
“Fucked like cheap whores,” she added.
“Nothing cheap about me. But I’m not sure about you.”
“Hey.”
He rolled her on top of him and grinned. “Man, you feel good, Marlie. Under me, over me, around me.” He drew her down for another kiss, this one gentler but no less stimulating. “Just a little time to recover and then we’ll go for round two.”
“To keep track, are we now down to your last favor? First one for the hot sex, second for round two that’s coming up.”
“Ha. You wish. Sexing you up again is a favor I’m doing for you. You still owe me two more.”
“Is that right?”
“Yep. I brought a lot of condoms with me to take care of favor number one.”
“Nice.” She leaned over the bed to tug open a drawer in her nightstand. “I bought a box too.” An unopened box that made his smile widen.
He smiled. “Great minds think alike.”