"𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐦𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠."
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𝐍𝐚𝐨𝐦𝐢 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬 - A twenty-year-old woman with goals and ambitions working in the mafia. She's got people she dislikes but no...
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"I don't know though, I feel like she's going to die," I say, staring ahead at the movie Damien and I are watching. I would say that I'm the only one watching the movie because Damien's eyes have been all over my body.
He'd go from kissing my neck to giving me full-blown hickeys on my collarbone. His fingers would heavily caress my thighs and then rub over my covered nipples. I got tired of telling him to concentrate and instead let him do whatever he pleased.
I gasp, "shit Damien! They're about to kill her husband instead. What the fuck." I try to get Damien's attention but his lips are sealed to my shoulder, kissing the exposed skin. "Jesus Damien, will you stop kissing me for one second?"
"Why?" He asks, trailing his fingers up and down my stomach.
"Because I'm trying to get you to watch this fucking movie," I say in annoyance, holding back his fingers that are about to move up my body.
He scoffs, "the movie is boring." He finalized, kissing my jaw slowly.
I roll my eyes, "Damien if you want to fuck, please ask. If not, I'd like to watch my movie."
His hand reached under my shorts, "I'm sure you already know my answer to that." He immediately turns me over until my back is on the bed and he's on top of me. He pulls off my pants and kisses my neck.
I move my hands to his hair, "you're so unbelievable. I hope you know that."
He bends down to kiss my lips, "I do know that love, now please take off your shirt."
"But it's cold, and the rain outside isn't making it any better." I point outside to the soaked windows, listening to the patterns of the windows. "Can we take a bath?"
"But I thought we-"
"Damien people have sex in the shower, please use your brain." I deadpanned, moving from under him and walking into the bathroom.
I turn on the tub, letting the water spill out. Smoke emerges behind me and I begin to take off the remainder of my clothing. I tied my curls into a tight bun and tucked away loose strands.
Damien followed with only a towel wrapped around his waist. His toned chest glistened in the dim bathroom light. He came around and began kissing my shoulder, moving his soft lips from one side to another.
His hands snaked around my waist to take off my underwear, letting the lace material fall to the ground. His hands moved to my hips and my knees buckled, the touch of his fingers was enough to make me drop to my feet.
I turned around, grabbing a hold of his face and smashing his lips to mine. I pulled him down to my level and leaned against the marble of the counter, letting his lips send me to orbit.
He eventually propped me up on the counter and kissed me deeply. His hands roamed my body instead of staying in their original place. I moved my hands from his hair to his shoulders, then finally down his chest.
I felt every bump, curve, and depressant of his abs, tugging on his hair to earn a groan from him. With my pussy just in front of his covered cock, I grind. Sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout my body.
I softly moan in his mouth, trying to keep up with his fast-paced lips. Eventually, I give up, letting him take complete action, my lips were tired and God knows I don't have an ounce of stamina compared to him. "Keep kissing me back, I know you can do it, baby."
With urgency, I rip off Damien's towel, letting his cock spring out. Layers of pre-ejaculate were shown and I directed the thick shaft to my entrance. Damien lifted me off the counter and slowly slid me onto him, the feeling of his cock filling me up.
I rolled my eyes back in ecstasy, whimpering at the sacred feeling. He pumped into me slowly, holding my hips at a great speed. Even with the slow speed, my nails dug into his back, scratching the skin now and then.
He bent down to my level, "you're doing so well for me, keep being a good little whore." I could only groan in response, he had purposely increased his speed to get a reaction out of me and, oh boy was I reacting.
His speed increased even more and I couldn't hold it longer. My toes curled and I pierced my nails into Damien's back. He sensed my orgasm and stopped me, "Naomi you better not cum." His voice sounded threatening and it added to the knot in my stomach.
After a couple more strokes, he turned me around and placed me on the floor. I was now facing the mirror, my hands and chest sprawled on the counter in front of me. Damien entered me from behind, grabbing my hips to direct himself.
With this position, Damien had no mercy. He pounded into me at an extreme pace. His large hand grasped my bun, causing my back to arch even more. I felt Damien's cock in places I'd never felt before, nearly collapsing at the feeling.
He began hitting my g-stop incredibly, and I became stiff, taking in every stroke. I called out his name so many times I wasn't able to register half of them. My mind was ablaze at the state of bliss in my body.
"Let me hear you when you cum, baby." His voice sent me to someplace I'm not aware of. I cummed right there and then, letting my legs shake in pleasure.
His orgasm came as soon as mine did, and he pulled out immediately. Spewing his warm semen onto my back, painting my spent body with his fluids. He kissed my shoulder as calmed down, his lips wandering to my neck.
After a few minutes to catch my breath, I turned to the bathtub next to us. "The tub is ready?"
He nodded as he carried me into the hot water, letting our muscles rest.
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