Page 37 of Securing His Obsession

She licked her lips, wanting to be able to wrap them around it and taste him.

As if he could tell what was going through her mind, he grabbed the base of his cock and stroked up before rolling his hand over the head and sliding it back down. She stretched like a kitten basking in the sun, while maintaining eye contact with him.

This was more than just sleeping together, this was an experience, and one she wanted to have time and time again.

Damon crawled back onto the bed and settled himself between her legs. Anticipation nipped at her heels, and it didn’t take long before he licked her. Her eyes drifted shut as she moaned out her pleasure.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” he muttered before lowering his head again and sucking her clit. She gripped the sheets and dug her heels into the mattress.

In the past, when guys had gone down on her, they hadn’t been as thorough as Damon was being. They didn’t take the time to suck her clit the way he was. She’d always reached a climax, but she’d always had to work herself to do so. Somehow, she didn’t think that would be the case with the man between her legs.

She groaned when he pumped two fingers in and out of her. Sensations built, and she reached down and clutched at his head to stop it from moving, as she ground her hips against his mouth. A second later, her orgasm crashed into her, and she called out his name, her whole body shaking.

Damon continued to worship her through her release, and when her body settled down, he began to slowly kiss his way up her body, stopping to lavish attention to each of her breasts, which only ratcheted up her cooling desire.

He captured her mouth with his, and she sighed against him. She didn’t even mind that she could taste herself on his tongue. This was Damon, and he owned her body, mind, and soul. With him, she felt as though she was an equal. As if they were in it together, and nothing could stop them.

She pulled her mouth away from his and framed his face with her hands. “I want you.”

Being this close to him, she could see the way his nostrils flared at her demand, and his eyes darkened with desire. “Anything you want, my Little Pearl.”

He crushed her mouth in a bruising kiss that was over before it started, and rolled off her to reach into a drawer in the bedside table.

“I’m on birth control,” she murmured, wanting nothing more than to have no barriers between her and Damon as they had sex for the first time.

He rolled back, condom in his hand. “That may be the case, but I’m still going to protect you.”

Margot didn’t know if she wanted to be annoyed, or touched, by what he said. Because by wanting to protect her, did that mean he’d been sleeping around the past few years?

“Hey,” he touched her cheek, pulling her back to the moment. “I haven’t been with anyone for over a year, and with you sick the other month, I know that can mess up the effectiveness of whatever you’re on.”

For a moment, she lay there, gazing up at this amazing man who thought about those things, and was more than happy to talk to her about them. How many guys would do that? And right after he’d given her a mind-blowing orgasm. “This seems such a weird time to have this conversation.”

Damon chuckled, and because of the closeness of their bodies, she felt the rumble of his chest. “It is, but I want to be open and honest with you.”

Again, he had a way with his words that pierced her heart. “You are amazing,” she said, leaning up to kiss him. The second their lips connected, the desire that had been simmering during their conversation ignited, and she moved restlessly against him, needing him more than she had moments ago.

As if sensing her need, he quickly dealt with the protection before he settled himself between her legs. His hard length rested against her leg before he reached down and notched it at her entrance.

For a second, she tensed, wondering how he could possibly fit.

“I’ve got you, Little Pearl.”

The change of endearment he was using registered, but was quickly forgotten as he stroked her pussy, preparing her for his possession.

With slow movements, he slid inside her, inch by inch, until he was buried deep. He stilled, allowing her body to adjust to his size, but she didn’t want him to wait. She wanted to move in earnest.

Margot rotated her hips and clutched his ass, telling him with actions instead of words, what she wanted.

She gasped out loud when he pulled out and then slammed back into her. “Yes,” the word hissed out, and she met him thrust for thrust. Their coordination was something that didn’t usually come easily with other partners, but with Damon, it was natural, as though they were made for each other.

His thrusts increased, and her skin began to tingle as the sensations built in her, until she was moaning louder than she ever had.

Her second orgasm blasted into her, and her whole body shook with the intensity of her release. Above her, Damon slammed into her one last time before he stilled and shouted out her name.

She held him close as he collapsed on her, never wanting to let him go.

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