Seven Nights of Sin - Lacey Alexander [25]
They stood in a supply closet amid buckets and brooms and shelves filled with cleaning products. Her heartbeat pulsed everywhere as their gazes met, both hot and ready.
Damon lifted his hands to her face and kissed her, pushing his tongue warm and moist between her lips. Her mouth, her whole body, responded—she was on autopilot now, following urges, vaguely recalling how Damon had told her that turned him on. Pressing her palms to his chest, she curled her fingernails into his shirt as one heated kiss turned into another.
Then his mouth dropped to her neck and his hands to her skirt. Blush’s music made the whole closet vibrate, but the main thing Brenna could hear was her own labored breathing as Damon pushed up under the leather to find her panties. One rip and her thong dropped, a whoosh of air cooling her pussy.
He breathed heavy now, too, and they both worked hurriedly at his belt and pants. Part of her couldn’t believe she was letting this happen, yet it was beyond her to stop.
And when his zipper parted and Damon pushed his underwear down, too, Brenna went weak at the sight of his cock. Oh God, it was big! So thick and long and rock solid—for her.
She wrapped her hand full around it, making him moan. She wasn’t usually so aggressive, but she also wasn’t usually in a closet making out with Damon Andros.
Gazing down at his erection empowered her, and the very way it felt in her fist—silk over steel—had her pulling it toward her, closer, closer, needing it inside her more than she could understand.
“Wait,” Damon whispered, and a hint of panic paralyzed her—please don’t let him be stopping!—until he yanked his wallet from his back pocket and pulled out a square foil packet.
“Oh,” she sighed in relief. Then, “Hurry.”
She held his enormous cock upright between them as he rolled the condom snugly down over it.
The next thing she knew, his hands were closing on her bare ass, she was wrapping one leg around his waist, and he was thrusting himself deep into her hungry cunt.
“Unh!” she cried at the impact, and their eyes met as he began to move in her.
She’d never done anything so animalistic in her life, but that’s what she felt like right now—an animal, out of control, reckless with heat. She’d also never been with anyone so large before, and the fullness was almost overwhelming, especially standing up.
“So wet,” he growled—and she wrapped her arms around his neck and held on tight as he pumped into her welcoming flesh.
“All day,” she admitted between breaths. “And last night. Oh God!” she cried as he filled her again, again. “Fuck me,” she whispered in his ear.
She never said things like that during sex—but again, she’d never been with Damon Andros. He clearly drove her to new heights—or maybe depths.
“Fuck me,” she said again. “Fuck me.”
“I’m fucking you, babe,” he assured her. “I’m fucking you hard.”
They moved together, firm strokes that echoed through every inch of her body, and she met them, pressing down, her moves rubbing her clit against him in front.
“So big,” she breathed. “So big in me.”
“Ah, baby—yeah,” he said, his voice filled with a dirty arrogance she felt to her soul. And then he thrust even deeper, and she knew he wanted her to feel every hard inch, wanted her to know exactly how big he was.
Intense pleasure reverberated through the small of her back and down her thighs, and weakness threatened to make her collapse. Damon kissed her roughly, and their ragged breathing nearly drowned out the echo of music through the door.
“Let me see your tits,” he demanded, the words darting jaggedly through her. He couldn’t reach them himself since he had to hold on to her with both hands to keep their bodies interlocked—and she never could have dreamed she’d find such a command hot, but she did. She hurried to yank at the buttons of her blouse, then reached up to shove both bra straps off her shoulders. The cups dropped and her breasts tumbled free, and she instantly loved