When I raise my head to meet his eyes, his blue eyes are almost black. “Where?”

  “When we spent those few days sailing in Greece last year.”

  “Was I jacking off?”

  A flash of his hand wrapped around his dick crosses my mind. I wish. I shake my head. “No.”

  “I jacked off a lot that trip. It was as if you refused to put on clothes the whole time we were on the boat.” He groans in what I assume to be a sexually tortuous memory. I remember that I did spend a lot of time in a very tiny white bikini that left little to the imagination because I didn’t have to worry too much about the paparazzi while we were out on the water.

  “You think of me when you touch your dick?” I ask him as I rub my cunt against him and I feel myself building as he moves me back and forth over his dick. I grind my pussy against him and I’ve never felt so sexy and wanton. Me naked and grinding my wet cunt all over a fully clothed man in a three thousand-dollar tuxedo.

  “Yes.” He grunts as he pulls my face close to his so we’re nose to nose. He has one hand on my cheek and the other on my ass. He slows his ministrations but continues fast enough that he could still make me come this way. “Do you think about me while you touch your pussy?”

  “Yes,” I tell him. “Even when I was with someone else,” I whisper. “You’ve been the star of so many of my fantasies ever since I met you. I felt guilty at times, but I couldn’t help it.” I gasp as he hits my clit at just the perfect angle. “And now it’s real.” I grab his face. “Tell me I’m not dreaming.”

  “No.” He grunts and then we’re up and moving, with my naked body wrapped around his fully clothed one. He kneels on the bed and pushes me down into it. I’m grateful I unbuttoned his shirt so it comes off with ease. I reach for his belt and he doesn’t stop me this time and then his pants are down his legs. I move up the bed and he moves with me but I press my foot against his shoulder, preventing him from coming closer.

  “Take the rest of your clothes off,” I command and his eyes drop to my pussy, like he’s angry at me for stopping him from coming for what he wants. I hadn’t realized his shoes were still on until I hear them drop to the floor and then his pants and the clink of his belt and then his briefs are gone leaving him naked and flawless. There’s a thatch of neatly trimmed dark hair surrounding the base of his long, thick dick and I swallow with nervous yet excited anticipation as I think about deep-throating him. I stare up at him on his knees and my sex aches with the need for his dick. I’ve never felt such a primal urge to fuck someone as I do in this moment. My legs fall open in invitation and his eyes drop to my sex and then back to my face and then he’s on top of me, his mouth attached to mine and one leg hitched over his hip. I raise my hips to attempt to get closer to his dick. “Fuck. Wait. Baby.” His words are strained like he’s struggling to get them out and I’m sure it’s because his dick just brushed between my wet slit. My heart flips at the term of endearment and I look up at him questioningly. “Should I use a condom?”

  My eyes blink several times because I wasn’t expecting him to ask and the carnal blur of the night has made me forget all reason. “I—I’m on the shot and I got tested after…well…you went with me to the Doctor, so you know,” I whisper, not wanting to have to relive the humiliation of getting tested after learning of Paxton’s betrayal.

  “That wasn’t why I was asking. I just don’t want to do anything you’re not comfortable with.” His blue eyes are so sincere and although it’s the least sexy thing we’ve said to each other all night, I find myself getting wetter.

  “I want to fuck you without one,” I tell him. “Because you have the nicest dick I’ve ever seen.” I rub my nose against his. “And I trust you more than anyone.”

  “You know you can trust me.” He leans down, pressing a kiss to my lips before he drags his tongue down my body and back to my sex.

  “Damian, I’m already wet. I’m ready, please,” I beg.

  “Just give me another taste.” His tongue rubs over my clit again and again and again and just as his thumbs reach up and strum gently over my nipples, the build-up of everything we’ve done since we got out of the limo comes exploding out of me.

  “DAMIAN!” I cry out as he licks me to another climax. “Oh my God, right there. Oh God, I’m coming. Yes yes yessss.” I put a hand over my eyes as I come down from another roaring orgasm and a giggle leaves my lips as he places gentle feather-like kisses all over the slick flesh.

  “Now,” he grits out. “Now I’m going to fuck this pretty cunt.” He drags his hand over his dick from root to tip as he hovers above me and I watch in fascination as his pre-cum drips onto my sex. “That means you’re mine now.” He grits out and the thought of being his renders me speechless so I nod in agreement.

  Yes, please.

  He holds his dick against my sex, not pushing inside, just rubbing against my clit before he taps it three times in rapid succession. “Oh my God, please, Damian,” I beg and finally he pushes himself inside of me. I let out a moan as he hits a spot I’ve never felt. “That feels,” a gush of air leaves me, like the wind was just knocked out of me, “really good.”

  “Yeah?” he asks as his lips crash to mine and he begins fucking me harder with each thrust. “Fuck,” he growls as he rotates his hips, forcing my eyes closed as stars explode behind them. He pulls away from my mouth and grunts in my ear as we continue our frenzied fucking, our skin slapping against each other with every thrust. “How the fuck do you feel this good?”

  “I don’t know, but one taste, and I’m already addicted to how this feels,” I moan.

  “And you haven’t even had a taste.” He smirks and I bite my bottom lip.

  “You wouldn’t let me.”

  “Trust me, I cannot wait to have you on your knees and those perfect lips wrapped around my dick.”

  His filthy words ignite something inside me and I feel my orgasm starting in my toes and sliding up my body. “God, I think I’m going to come.” My eyes flutter closed.

  “Eyes open. I want to see the moment you come all over my cock.”

  I open them as best as I can, but the feeling is too good and I feel like a tidal wave is pulling me under. “Damian,” I moan. “My God, I don’t want this to ever end.” I think I hear him say never, but my eyes slam shut, just as the best orgasm of my life shoots through me touching every inch of my body and making me feel like I’m vibrating. I’m vaguely aware there is skin under my fingertips and I drag my fingernails down something hard and firm, doing my best to pull him closer to me and then I hear him groan as his thrusts get more erratic.

  “Fuck, Shay. I’m fucking there, gorgeous. Fuck.” I’m still coming down from the high of my orgasm when he finishes, pumping every bit of frustration he’s had over the last five years into me. His lips are back on mine as he comes down and I wrap my arms around his neck and legs around his waist, locking my ankles to keep him in place. He pulls back when he finishes coming and looks down at me almost angrily. I frown, wondering why he’s looking at me like that when he drops down and kisses my neck and mutters, “The way your pussy just gripped my cock, you’ll never marry anyone else.”

  What did he just say?

  My mouth drops open as he slides out of me and lays on his back staring up at the ceiling before turning his head to meet mine. I’m lying on my back as well, but I move instantly to cuddle against him, resting my chin on the hard planes of his chest and sliding my leg through his. My knee bumps against his dick gently and he tightens his hold around me.

  “Was that a very weird way of asking me to marry you?” Butterflies flutter in my stomach despite the absurdity of my question.

  He loosens his grip to rub my back gently and shakes his head. “No.”

  The word comes out clipped and although it would be fucking insane if that was what he meant, I can’t escape the small part of me that also feels rejected by his no. He sits up on an elbow, forcing me off his chest and I already hate the loss of his warm skin underneath me. “Seems your boyfriend has a ring.”

  “Ex-boyfriend,” I correct reflexively.

  “That’s what you’re focusing on?” He lowers his gaze and it takes a second to realize what the second part of his sentence was. I was so focused on correcting the fact that Paxton is not my boyfriend, especially after what we’d just done, that I missed everything else he said.

  “A WHAT?” I sit up. “Who told you that?”

  He puts a hand over his eyes and drags it down his face scratching his jaw in the process. “Brent,” he grunts, referring to Paxton’s security who I swear never really liked me. “I don’t know if he was planning to ask you on the vacation he wants to take you on or maybe before you go as a way to get you to go on said vacation, but evidently, there’s a Harry Winston diamond with your name on it.”

  I blink at him several times. “I don’t want it.”

  He looks at me like he doesn’t believe me. Like the promise of a proposal or expensive jewelry would be enough to forget about what we’d just done and go running back to Paxton. “You sure?”

  “Okay, I’m only going to say this once and then I’m going to need you to trust me because I’m not going to stroke your male ego,” I tell him with a cheeky smirk as I climb on top of him. “I don’t make it a habit to just sleep with anyone. I’m twenty-three and you’re the third man I’ve ever slept with, which means that this,” I tell him pointing back and forth between our naked bodies, and more importantly, his hard dick that I’m sitting on, “means something to me. It also means I wouldn’t have crossed this line with you if things weren’t completely over with Paxton.” I roll my eyes. “Yes, of course it doesn’t exactly seem like that to everyone but just give it some time, okay? Publicly, Paxton and I have an expiration date. Behind closed doors, it’s passed. We are over.” I cock my head to the side, remembering his words. I lean down, letting my nipples graze his chest and run my lips down his jaw. “Does the idea of me marrying someone else drive you crazy?”

  He grips my hips and pulls me over his dick, rubbing me against it. I let out a moan that sounds pornographic as his dick slides over my clit. “Yes,” he says and I’ll admit I’m a little shocked at his honesty. “I’ve spent the last five years doing my best to keep things professional and you broke me down in the two weeks it’s been since you’ve been unattached. Now that you’ve given me a taste, the thought of anyone touching this,” he grips my pussy hard and I let out a gasp at his possessive words, “makes me crazy. I know you have to play a certain part out there but in here, you belong to me.”

  “Yes,” I moan out and he sits up, with his back against the headboard, pulling me onto his lap with his dick in front of me. I look down and see it’s standing at attention. “You’re ready to go again?”

  He runs his tongue over his bottom lip and a tremor moves through me thinking about what it can do. “Arguably the sexiest woman in the world is naked, sitting on top of me, rubbing her wet cunt against me. Yeah, baby, I’m ready.”

  I lean closer, running my lips across his gently. “Does this work both ways?” He looks at me curiously waiting for my explanation. “Do you belong to me?”

  “Fuck yes.” He doesn’t wait for my response before he presses his lips to mine, kissing me so deeply that I feel it everywhere. “Ride this dick, baby. I want to play with your sexy tits while they bounce.” His hands reach around me pulling me to him just as he lowers his mouth to suck one of my nipples into his mouth, and I groan as I slide up and hold him at my entrance.

  I hold myself up on my knees, rubbing the tip of his cock against my clit as I feel the gentle nibble of his teeth and I whimper at the slight pain coupled with immense pleasure. “When is the first time you’ve thought about this?” I ask him. “About me like this?” I breathe out as I begin to slide down on him slowly.

  I grind myself against him, and I let out a whimper every time I hit the base of his dick and my clit grazes his skin. I pull his mouth away from my breast and raise his chin to look at me.

  “A while ago.” His blue eyes are sincere but hooded and the way he’s looking at me is making my heart flutter in my chest.

  “I love that I drive you crazy.” I let my eyes flutter closed as I move up and down on him and I don’t mistake a low animalistic groan that leaves his lips. His hands tighten on my hips, helping me to move up and down faster on him. I wrap my arms around his neck, grateful for my thigh muscles that allow me to bounce on his thick and hard cock with ease.

  His hand finds its way into my hair and he pulls, lowering my mouth to his, fucking me with his tongue in a similar way that he’s fucking my cunt. My body begins to build again and I don’t think I’ve ever had four orgasms in one night. The position of me being on top, Damian hitting a spot that no one has been able to reach, and the rubbing of my clit with every thrust, I feel myself moving towards another. “You’re going to come again, aren’t you?” he whispers against my throat, as he drags his tongue along the skin. “Your pussy is so hot and tight, Jesus Christ, how am I ever going to get anything done knowing what you feel like?”

  He smacks one of my ass cheeks and I can feel the sting of his palm in my clit. I gasp, “Do that again.” I tell him and he complies, smacking me slightly harder than the last and alternating between each ass cheek. I drop my forehead to his shoulder as I fuck him harder and he gives as good as he takes, thrusting his dick into my needy cunt that’s desperate to come all over him.

  I’ve never needed a climax as badly as I do right now. Maybe because I know it’ll be powerful or because I haven’t had orgasms like the ones he’s given me tonight and I’m already greedy for more, or maybe it’s because every time he looks at me or kisses me or touches me I get uncontrollable flutters in my stomach.

  “I need you to come, baby.” He grunts low in my ear. “Take what you need from me.” He grits out as his thrusts become more erratic and I know he’s hanging on by a thread waiting for me to climax before he loses control. “No one has ever fucked me like you do,” he says as he slams me down one final time and his words force me closer to the edge. The thought that this sex god that’s fucked me to four roaring orgasms has enjoyed this as much as I have is a high I’ve never experienced. That he’ll want more. That this isn’t the end. That I’ll get another night or multiple nights of multiple orgasms.

  Fuck yes.

  The thought of more triggers my release and sends me over the edge. “Oh my god, I’m coming!” I cry out, burying my face back in his neck as he lets go, with a roar of expletives and my name and baby and something else I can’t make out because I’m trying to regain my equilibrium over the most intense orgasm of my life. He slows his strokes and I don’t move, resting at the base of his dick as he softens inside of me with each passing second. I slowly pull back to look at him.

  His blue eyes are dark and piercing and I feel like they can see every single thought that I have or have ever had. I blink a few times, trying to break the trance we both seem to be in but his hands find my face and his face grows serious like he can feel the shift as deeply as I do.

  “Hi,” I whisper, pushing his hair back and wiping his forehead that’s slick with a layer of sweat. I’m not sure what else to say and he’s still staring at me and still inside of me and I feel overwhelmed and overstimulated.

  He chuckles before dragging his hands from my face down my body and resting them on my hips. “Hi.”

  The sound of my phone ringing breaks the intimate bubble, and I’m partially glad for the intrusion because I feel drunk on this, and god only knows what I might blurt out while I’m still feeling the effects of this sex high. “I should probably get that.”

  He nods, helping me off of him and I watch in fascination as he falls out of me, noticing that he’s still slightly hard. I stare at his dick, wet and glistening from my cunt, and then back to his eyes that are staring at my tits with his teeth digging into his lips like he wishes they were on my nipples.

  The gasp that leaves my lips sends his eyes to mine and then I’m underneath him, my hands being held above my head. His lips find mine and he murmurs between kisses. “You can’t look at me like that.”

  “You were looking at me like that first.”

  I don’t know how long we are like this, our limbs intertwined, our mouths attached like we were never going to see each other again, but eventually, he pulls back, both of us out of breath because we value kissing more than oxygen.

  He drops his forehead to mine as our breathing slows. “Clearly we need some ground rules.” His hands are still holding mine down above my head and it feels so sexy being restrained by this big and powerful man that also protects me with his life. It was a heady feeling that the way he protected me was suddenly very different. He moves his face to my neck and nibbles at the skin there and I moan in response.

  He pulls back and I stare up at him. “I have to be able to focus out there,” he says, and his face is serious despite his dick hardening against my leg.

  Jesus, this man is a machine.

  “Okay.”

  He sits up pulling me with him and into his lap. “No looking at me like you want to sneak off to a bathroom.”

  “Okay,” I repeat

  “No sexting me either.” He gives me a look, reminding me of what I had said to him earlier and also that I had yet to taste his dick.

  “I don’t agree to that.” I smirk and he narrows his eyes at me.

  “Your safety is the most important thing. If I’m distracted, that allows things to…happen. I don’t want to make any mistakes where you’re concerned.”

  I swallow, knowing that he’s always been over the top about my safety, and a part of me wonders if he’s about to become even more intense.

  My phone begins to ring again and I’m brought out of the moment by the fact that this is probably the same person calling from earlier and if I don’t want that person to send a search party, I should probably answer. I get out of his lap to see Cooper’s name on my phone and I can only imagine the number of things he’s calling to freak out about. It’s almost midnight and Cooper doesn’t usually harass me after ten unless it’s an emergency.