Chapter 39
Chapter Thirty-Nine
DAMON
S he said yes.
I can’t wipe the damn smile off my face.
I swear I break a few traffic rules on the way home, but I don’t give a shit.
All I can focus on is getting my girl home to show her exactly how much she means to me, and how happy she’s made this grumpy old bastard.
If that means fucking her to an inch of her life so she can’t walk straight tomorrow, then that’s what I’m going to do.
“You know I’m not going anywhere, right?”
I swat her thigh.
She giggles again and a war breaks inside my mind, urging me to pull over and take her right now, but I won’t, not for what I need and want to do to my fiancé. Fuck me swinging, she said yes!
“Stop giggling like that, Blossom, otherwise I won’t be held responsible for what I will do within this cab.”
“I’m so scared.” she purrs seductively beside me, but I grit my teeth and keep driving .
Two minutes, Damon, two fucking minutes until we are home.
And those two minutes feel like a lifetime, but once I see the windy, limestone road that leads to our home, I release a sigh, and Dottie laughs beside me again.
I am going to fuck her into tomorrow for taking pleasure in my agony.
See how much she likes that, I think grinning to myself, knowing we are both going to love it.
As soon as I clutch it and put the car in first, switching off the engine, I’m out of the truck and rounding it to her side, and when I open the door I’m met with my seductive and flirty girl.
Dottie has her legs spread open, the dress covering the promise land that I’m going to make my home, over and over again tonight. I see the devilry playing in her eyes, but when I drop to my knees and slide her dress up, she gasps, clearly not expecting me to have my way with her here.
“Damon! Someone might see!”
Glancing up at her from my knees, I smirk at her. “Let them.”
Then I’m sliding her thong to the side and gliding my tongue up her already wet slit. Fuck, she tastes like heaven and hell rolled into one, and I’d gladly die here between her legs if it meant tasting her for an eternity.
I spear my tongue into her saturated cunt, as she keens out and grips my hair, and I can’t help smiling against her pussy. Seems like my Blossom has already forgotten we’re outside.
I continue tonguefucking her tight hole, loving the slurping sounds of her wetness mixed with my saliva.
She grinds her cunt into my face, chasing her orgasm, and as she starts to undulate, riding my tongue while she does, I slam three fingers into her easily, moving my mouth to her clit and sucking hard .
She cries out, and it echoes around us as she squirts all over my face, and goddamn it to hell, I think I come in my pants a little.
Without warning, I bolt upright, pull my cock free, and slam into her hot heat, fucking her ruthlessly until she’s quivering and on the edge of another orgasm. One I won’t permit.
Yet.
Pulling out with immense reluctance, I groan when the cool air hits my cock, and she whimpers in protest.
“Not yet, Blossom. That tongue lashing was just the entrée for the night I have planned.”
Scooping her up in my arms, she squeals as I clutch her to my chest and close the car door with my hip. Rushing inside, I’m thankful I didn’t bother locking the door before we left earlier.
“Where are you taking me?”
“Where the fuck do you think, Blossom? I’m sure as shit not going to take you to bed.”
She lets out a nervous giggle. I’ve been working on one of the rooms, but she hasn’t been able to gain access to it…
not until tonight. Climbing the stairs, I move toward the end of the hall and place her down softly, my hands shaking when I wrap my fist around the doorknob, anxious and excited to see her face when she sees what I’ve been up to.
Turning the handle, I look over my shoulder to find her mouth agape, her cheeks flushed, and her purple hair wild and messy. She looks even more beautiful every time I look at her.
“It’s not finished yet.”
“Ok?”
“But it’s finished enough for tonight.”
I turn and pull the handle. The scent of leather, spice, and wood envelops me, and when I step inside and flick the light switch on, the room illuminates in warm, dimmed tones, perfect for the contents holding purchase inside.
Dottie gasps behind me, and when I grow the balls to turn around and look at her, I wonder why in the hell I’m so damn nervous. Her brilliant, vibrant violet eyes are wide, her lips in a perfect O, reminding me how sinful that mouth can truly be.
“Damon…” she trails off, stepping further inside to inspect the room.
I let her go, leaning on the dark cherry-coloured wall, while she walks around the room, touching the furniture until she reaches the fourposter bed at the far corner of the room.
Running her delicate fingers over the carved timber, she moves around it slowly, methodically, and I focus on the swell of her ass in that damn dress, and the ring on her finger. She wraps her fist around one of the posts.
Canting her head over her shoulder, she locks eyes with me across the room, the dimmed lights unable to hide the want and mischief clinging to the corners of her pretty eyes.
“You want to play with me, fiancé?”
“I think I like that,” I say with a smirk, kicking off the wall but not moving.
“What?”
“Being your fiancé, but it will be better when I’m your husband.” I growl, stalking across the room, as she drops the dress to show me her luscious, full tits.
My hands are on her in seconds, my fingers pulling at her nipples before our mouths collide. She threads her fingers through my hair, pulling at it while she tackles me for dominance with her tongue.
But that won’t be happening. Not tonight.
Picking her up, I move her to the love seat at the other side of the room, without breaking the kiss, until I drop her on it. She lands with a thud, her tits bouncing along with her. “Was that necessary?”
“Totally was. You are so sexy when you’re angry.”
Before she can reprimand me, I kick out of my pants, unbutton my shirt, but leave it on, straddle her and place my hands on each side of her face.
We stay there for a few seconds, and I can feel her discomfort with being the centre of my damn world, but I won’t allow her to feel anything negative in this moment.
She is perfectly imperfect, my forever after, and I won’t leave this world until she knows the truth in my words and heart. A lone tear slides down her face and I wipe it away with my thumb.
“Thank you,” she says, and I raise an eyebrow.
“For what?”
“You invited my dad tonight, didn’t you?”
“I did. I have been keeping tabs on him, and when I heard he was clean and trying to get his life sorted after your mum, I felt it was the right thing to do. I told him with or without his blessing, I was going to ask you to marry me, but I would prefer if I did have it.”
“And?”
“He gave it to me, after we strongarmed for a few minutes.”
She smiles at me, a genuine one as another tear slips free.
Wiping it away, I kiss her on both of her cheeks before placing a soft one on her lips. “Please don’t cry, baby, I want this to be a happy moment for us.”
“It is. You have made me the happiest girl in the world, and not only tonight, Damon. I know what we have is unorthodox and unconventional for others looking in, but even when I was younger, you had my back, taking me along with you and Arrie on road trips, fun parks, camping and fishing trips, and none of it was in a creepy or sinister way. You’ve always been respectful, kind, forgiving and your heart, goddamn it your heart is so big and bright it blinds me.
But tonight takes the cake, babe. Seeing my dad sober…
the things he said, I’ve been dying to hear since I was a little girl.
I felt happy with our life and love, but something was always niggling at the corner of my mind.
Tonight, that niggle is gone and I feel…
complete. So, thank you for knowing what I needed when I didn’t even know myself. I love you, Damon Woods.”
“And I love you, too, Blossom.”
“Now would you hurry up and fuck me and put me out of my misery because feeling your hard cock on my leg, while talking about my dad, isn’t ideal,” she says, grinning and I burst out in laughter.
“It would be my utmost pleasure.”
Lewis forgotten, our mouths clash and I feel it her kiss. The intensity, love, freedom, but most of all I can feel her entirely, and it has nothing to do with the fact she’s half naked against me.
Leaning her back, I rip her dress down with one of my hands and palm her tits roughly because I’m so rowed up.
Our tongues tangle wildly and unabashed, searching for more, causing her to arch up and moan into my mouth.
Letting go of her tits, I pull them together with one of my hands before reaching down and around for the restraints.
When I feel the cuff, I bring it up and place it around on one of her wrists, removing my hand once it’s in place, I search for the other one and repeat the action, groaning when she grinds up against my painfully hard cock.
Tearing away from the kiss, I look down at her, to find her eyes hooded and riddled with libidinous want, her chest rising and falling rapidly with each laboured breath, taking mine away in the same instant.
“Is that all you got, old man?” she taunts, and I smirk .
“Not even close, Blossom, not even close.”
Shifting my weight off her, I find the ankle restraints and attach them. After I’m satisfied, and she is comfortable but can’t move, I find the hidden compartment within the loveseat and pull out a couple of things that I want.
“Ever seen one of these, Blossom?” I ask, holding up the device.
Her cheeks pinken, and she draws her lip into her mouth with a nod.
“Words, Dorothy, I need your words.”
“It’s a ?a pussy pump,” she says, breathlessly.
“Have you ever used one on yourself?”
“No, but I’ve wanted to.”