Kayla
He gave my p***y one heavy, dragging lick that made my entire lower half vibrate.
"f**k, Damien," I moaned, the sound raw and broken. My toes curled into the silk sheets, and I couldn't hold it back anymore. "Please, just f**k me. I’m begging you."
He paused, hovering just inches away, his dark eyes boring into mine. "How much do you want me, Kayla?" he asked, his voice a low, teasing silk.
Was he f*****g serious right now? I didn't care about his games; I was past the point of pride. I was in physical need.
"I need it so much, Damien. I need it badly," I gasped, my hips instinctively lifting toward him.
He smiled, that slow, devastating smirk. "You need what, Kayla? Tell me exactly what you want."
"Really?" I asked, my voice cracking.
He just arched a brow, that smirk n
