Kayla
Damien’s thumb hooked over my swollen c**t, rubbing in heavy, relentless circles. I felt the air leave my lungs; I almost fainted from the sheer sensory overload. My body was a live wire, and every touch sent a jolt of white-hot electricity straight to my core.
I tried to squirm away, my hips bucking as I attempted to find some relief from the mounting pressure, but his grip on my thighs was like iron.
"No," he growled, his voice a low, commanding rumble that made my stomach flip. "Don’t run from it, Kayla. You stay right here and take every bit of this. Running will only make the ache worse for you."
He didn't wait for me to settle. He dipped his head again, his mouth latching onto me with a force that made my vision blur. He sucked on my c**t, his tongue flickering in a tight,
