Chapter 28: Chapter 28 Come in my mouth, baby
Damian’s POV
I stilled immediately, my cock still pressed at her entrance, both of us panting. Aria’s head was buried against my shoulder.
"Give us two minutes," I growled into the intercom.
"Yes, Alpha."
I pulled back immediately, my cock still hard, aching, demanding I finish what I’d started. Aria whimpered at the loss of contact.
But I couldn’t. Not like this. Not rushed in the back of a car.
When I finally did claim her completely—and I would claim her—it would be done properly. In a bed. Where I could take my time and make her scream my name until her voice gave out.
I adjusted her dress, making her decent, then fixed my own clothes. Aria was still trembling, her eyes unfocused.
"Look at me." I cupped her face, forcing her to meet my eyes. "You okay?"
She nodded slowly.
"Words, baby."
"I’m okay." Her voice was small, uncertain. "That was—"
"I know." I kissed her forehead gently, at odds with how close we’d just come. "But we’re stopping here."
Her cheeks flushed. "Why?"
"Because when I fuck you again—and I will fuck you again—it won’t be rushed. It won’t be in a car." I traced her swollen lips with my thumb. "I’m going to take my time with you. Make you come so many times you forget your own name."
She shivered.
I helped her out of the car, keeping one arm around her waist to steady her. Rick opened the door without meeting our eyes. Smart man.
I kept one arm around Aria’s waist as we walked into the building. She was unsteady on her feet, whether from alcohol or what we’d just done, I wasn’t sure.
The elevator ride was torture. Her scent filled the small space, and all I could think about was bending her over the railing and finishing what we’d started.
But I waited. Barely.
The moment we were inside her apartment, I kicked the door shut and pinned her against it.
"Bedroom," I growled. "Now."
She pointed down the hall, and I picked her up, carrying her there.
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Aria’s POV
Damian dropped me on the bed and I watched through hazy eyes as he stripped off his clothes. My breath caught when I saw his cock—thick, hard, glistening with my wetness from the car.
Holy shit.
"Take off the dress," he ordered, his voice rough.
My hands trembled as I reached for the zipper. The alcohol made everything feel slow and dreamlike, but the heat in his eyes was sharp and real.
I peeled the dress down slowly, suddenly shy under his intense gaze. When I was finally naked, his eyes darkened to something almost feral.
"Spread your legs."
Heat flooded my face, but I obeyed. The cool air hit my pussy and I realized how wet I still was, how swollen and sensitive.
"Touch yourself." His hand wrapped around his cock, stroking slowly. "Show me how you like it."
"Damian, I—" My voice came out breathy. "I’ve never—"
"I know, baby." His eyes never left mine. "That’s why I want to watch. Show daddy how his good girl touches herself."
The words sent a bolt of heat straight through me. My hand slid between my thighs hesitantly, fingers finding my clit. I was so slick, so sensitive that even the lightest touch made me gasp.
"That’s it." He stroked himself faster. "Don’t be shy. Let me see that pretty pussy."
I moved my fingers in slow circles, the way I did when I was alone at night thinking about—God, thinking about this. About him. My hips started to roll, chasing the sensation.
"Fuck, look at you." His voice was strained. "So perfect. So desperate for it."
I whimpered, my fingers moving faster. I could feel myself getting close again, that tight coil building in my belly.
Then he moved.
He grabbed my ankle and yanked me to the edge of the bed. Before I could process what was happening, his mouth was on me.
I screamed, my hands flying to his hair. His tongue was everywhere—licking, sucking, fucking into me with brutal precision.
The sensation was overwhelming, too much and not enough all at once.
"Damian, please—" I didn’t even know what I was begging for.
He growled against me, the vibration making me see stars. His hands gripped my thighs, holding me open as he devoured me like a starving man.
"Come," he commanded, his voice muffled against my flesh. "Come in my mouth, baby."
His tongue flicked my clit once, twice, and I shattered. My thighs clamped around his head as the orgasm tore through me, wave after devastating wave.
He didn’t stop. He licked me through it, drinking me down until I was sobbing his name, my body limp and trembling.
Then he climbed on top of me, his weight pressing me into the mattress, and thrust inside in one brutal stroke.
I screamed. The stretch was intense, almost painful, but fuck it felt so good. So right.
"Breathe," he commanded, his voice strained. "Relax and let me in."
I tried to breathe, tried to relax, but he was so big, filling me so completely I could barely think.
"That’s my girl." He pulled out slightly, then pushed back in, deeper this time. "Taking my cock so well."
"I feel—" My voice broke. "So full. I’ve never—"
"I know." He captured my mouth in a bruising kiss. "Your pussy’s squeezing me so tight, baby. Like you were made for my cock."
He started to move, slow deep strokes that made me feel every thick inch of him. My hands clutched at his shoulders, nails digging in.
"Please," I whimpered. "Faster. Harder."
"You want it rough?" His hips snapped forward, driving deeper. "Want daddy to fuck you like the desperate little slut you are?"
"Yes." I was crying now, overwhelmed by sensation. "Yes, daddy, please—"
He gripped my hips hard enough to bruise and started pounding into me. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, obscene and perfect.
"This pussy belongs to me now." He sucked marks into my neck, my collarbone. "Say it."
"Yours." I could barely form words. "It’s yours, daddy."
"That’s right." His hand slid between us, finding my clit. "And I’m going to make you come on my cock until you forget that bastard ever touched you."
He rubbed my clit in tight circles while continuing to thrust, and the dual sensation pushed me right to the edge.
"I’m going to—" I couldn’t finish the sentence.
"I know, baby. I can feel you." His thrusts became harder, more erratic. "Come for me. Squeeze my cock with that tight little cunt."
His fingers pressed harder on my clit and I exploded. The orgasm ripped through me so intensely I saw white, my pussy clenching around him in waves.
"Fuck, yes." He groaned, his rhythm faltering. "Such a good girl. Taking me so well."
I felt him swell inside me, and then he was coming, filling me with hot pulses of cum. The sensation triggered another smaller orgasm and I whimpered, completely overwhelmed.
When it was finally over, we were both shaking, covered in sweat, completely wrecked.
He collapsed beside me, pulling me against his chest. His heart was pounding as hard as mine.
"That," I whispered when I could finally speak, "was..."
"Better than with him?" There was a possessive edge to his voice.
"There’s no comparison." I looked up at him, my mind clearer despite the alcohol still in my system.
"Good." He kissed my forehead gently, such a contrast to how roughly he’d just taken me. "That was the plan."
I laughed softly, then yawned. My body felt boneless, satisfied in a way I’d never experienced.
"Sleep," he murmured, stroking my hair. "I’ll be here when you wake up."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
I fell asleep within minutes, my body curled trustingly against his, still feeling the echo of him inside me.
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