The Devil's Looking Glass (18+) ☑

Damien Fucking Vanderbrooke (2)

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Damien

I slowly opened my eyes. The headache pounding like a jackhammer.

After I had finished my shower and jerk off session to images of the girl next door, I had managed to down over half the bottle of bourbon before stumbling into my bedroom and throwing myself on the bed. Even in my drunken state, the woman had still managed to find her way to my dreams. I didn't even have to look down to know that I had awoken with a raging hard on. Not just regular ol' morning wood. Nope. This was a full on, I need to fuck the shit out of that woman, hard on.

I made my way to the shower, turning it on, slipping off my sweats and stepping into the steaming heat that pelted down. Visions of my dreams flashed in my mind. Those perfectly plump, soft lips, wrapping around my cock. That round tight ass jiggling beneath me as I fucked her from behind.

A low primal growl erupted from deep in my chest, when I imagined her beneath me, staring up at me with those wide, gorgeous green eyes, that mouth making that perfect O shape, her tight pussy clenching tightly around my cock as she came. My hand slowed as the water washed the cum down the drain, I squeezed my eyes tight, trying to get her out of my head.

That was the hardest I had ever come in my life. And it was with my hand, picturing a woman I had only seen once.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

I dried myself off and dressed in a plain white t-shirt and a faded pair of jeans. This time, I did manage to find my underwear. In a box, labeled 'towels'. Not even sure how the fuck that happened. I checked the time on my phone. 8:55am. I walked downstairs to the living room, just as the doorbell rang.

I grinned when I opened the door. Tommy stood in the doorway, his arms crossed, a huge grin on his face. "You look like shit."

I chuckled, "Thanks man, so do you."

My childhood best friend just laughed and shook his head. "You look like you were up all-night partying. Always the single life for you, hey man?" He shrugged. "To each, their own. I prefer to cuddle up to a gorgeous woman. Waking up to her curled around me, our bodies entangled. Morning sex is the best, man."

It was my turn to laugh. I couldn't help but think of this morning and my raging hard on. Any other day I would have disagreed with the man but today, I couldn't help but think maybe he was right. I stopped smiling and shook my head.

What the fuck? Did that thought really just pop into my head. No. He was not right.

He handed me an envelope. "Here is everything you asked for. Took some convincing but that receptionist was very, very eager to please."

I rolled my eyes. This man was almost as bad as I was when it came to keeping his cock in his pants. The only difference is that he liked to form relationships that actually lasted more than a night. "Let's try to keep my work life and my home life separate. Regardless though, thank you. I owe you one." I slapped my hand on Tommy's shoulder.

"No problem. You can repay me this weekend. I need a wingman tonight. I am on the hunt for the next Mrs. Tommy Davidson." He grinned at me with a toothy smile.

I just shook my head at him again but agreed, since I really did owe him one. After a few more minutes of banter and conversations that surround women, Tommy left. I walked to the back of the house and slid the patio doors open and walked outside. The backyard was large and spacious, covered in thick green grass and trees sporadically placed around the 6′ fence.