Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
I do as he says, inhaling deeply, and the feel of the butt plug moving with my breath sends a rush of pleasure through me. “Oh…ahh,” I whisper, the sensations unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.
“How does it feel, Francesca?” Damien asks, his eyes searching mine.
“It’s…incredible,” I choke out.
Damien slowly works the plug in deeper. “Take another deep breath, Francesca. Let your body open up to me. Bear down if you need to.”
I do as he says, the plug finally sliding in all the way with my next breath. “Oh, God, Damien,” I gasp, my body on fire. I’m losing my ability to form coherent sentences. His mouth and tongue are immediately on my pussy and the sensation of this thing in my ass is too much.
And not enough.
“You like that, Frankie?” I can only shake my head, unable to speak. He laps at my pussy, licking and sucking and the pain and pleasure sensation is so good I’m about to cry.
Like, bawl my eyes out. “Fuck, yes. Damien.” My words come out in short, shaky breaths. Damien crawls up my body, his cock harder than it’s ever been, and pushes into me in one smooth stroke.
The sensation is overwhelming. Tears roll down my cheeks. I’m in sexual pleasure heaven. Then, his fingers curl around my throat and he squeezes gently. The clench of his jaw, the darkness in his eyes gives him the look of a dark angel.
And I can’t breathe.
I don’t want to breathe.
I want this. Him.
Oh, God. Choke me. Fuck me. Kill me. I don’t care anymore. I just want this man, and this feeling of intense fucking pleasure to consume me until my dying day.
Explosions go off all over my body as I’m coming apart. Damien grips me tighter and fucks me harder. The overwhelming feeling of being completely filled leaves me breathless. “So. Fucking. Beautiful.”
“Damien…” I moan his name over and over as his cock pumps into me, my body shaking as electricity surges through my veins and fire pulses through my limbs. “Damien.” His name turns to a whisper, soft and breathless as it leaves my lips.
He leans over, pressing his lips to my overheated skin until his cock is soft and slips from my body.
“Mine,” he growls and continues dotting my skin with spine-tingling kisses. Several blissful moments later, his lips are on mine, devouring me so fiercely that I can barely breathe. I never believed a man could make me feel this way. Ever.
Until now.
Until Damien Wolfe.
Billionaire tech genius.
Damien pulls back, his eyes filled with desire. “I can’t get enough of you,” he says, his voice low and sexy.
“Who says I want you to?” Damien surprises me by lifting me off the bed, my feet dangling as he carries me to the bathroom. I giggle, a mix of amusement and anticipation in my voice.
He sets me down in the shower, the hot water cascading over us as we move together. His hands explore my body, his touch sending waves of pleasure through me. I can see the heat in his eyes, and I know he’s just as surprised by our sexy times as I am.
“Have you had your fill yet?” I can’t stop smiling, my body still pulsing. My nipples are sensitive, my whole body feeling deliciously alive.
I feel a connection with Damien that goes beyond just physical attraction, something deeper that scares me a little, but also makes me want to stay.
After a few moments, he helps me gently remove the plug, feeling a mix of relief and disappointment.
We step out of the shower, and Damien wraps a towel around me, his touch gentle as he dries me off. He leads me back to the bed, his eyes never leaving mine.
He crawls in bed next to me, his gorgeous lips twisting into a beautiful smile. “Never,” he says, his voice low and sexy.
I feel a rush of love and warmth, my heart swelling with emotion. “Good,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper. My heart is as full as my body, but my mind is racing.
I think Mr. Damien Wolfe is falling in love with me.
Me. Little ol’ me.
As my body relaxes into the mattress and his muscular arms wrap around me, I smile to myself because I know I love Damien.
And I think he loves me too.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Damien
“I don’t believe it.” I’m back at Serenity House, staring at the screens in awe. Olivia’s progress is leaps and bounds ahead of last week. “Doc, please tell me I’m not seeing things. This is real, right?”
Dr. Atkins grins, adjusting his sweater vest. “It’s very real, Mr. Wolfe. I’ve been thinking, with each improvement Olivia makes, it changes things a bit. Maybe we should consider regular updates on the software side of things, or ‘debugging’ as you tech guys call it.” He clears his throat, a nervous habit when he’s not 100% sure. “We don’t have set milestones that automatically trigger an update, but I’d bet my degree that’s what’s happening with Olivia.”