Unreal - Naymien

Ten - Sight

!! TW: The chapters contain the following topics that may make certain individuals sensitive. Please be advised.

-s3xual acts

-s3x

-Swearing

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~ Nayani's POV ~

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Going to bed knowing that Damien was desperate as hell felt amazing to do, but it was even better by the time I woke up. I would have figured that he would have helped himself while I was asleep, but I figured that he knew better than to do such a thing. I woke up to him laying on his side, facing away from me so that way I couldn't possibly see his desperation. 

"Darling," I mumbled, in which Damien had immediately flinched. Clearly, he hadn't slept at all; how could he with his poor, horrible aching that I left him with? I wasn't a man, but I could somewhat imagine what it could be like. I smiled, placing my hand on his shoulder, "I have to go to work, now." 

He flinched once more as his body suddenly shot up into a sitting position. His cheeks were flushed red, his hands trembling and his hair a mess. His eyes said nothing but lust and desperation; he needed me. 

"Please don't go," his voice was cracking, and was rather weak. "I'll pay you your day's worth payment if you help me." He grabbed onto both of my wrists, holding them over to his chest. His breathing was unsteady and heavy. He looked like he was bound to cry if I had left him once more for another eight hours to be alone with his aching self. 

"Awwh, the pay isn't what I want." What a lie. 

"Why do you even go there if you're mine, anyways? I've killed everyone who's booked you for a stupid lap dance, and-" He then flinched, going dead silent.

I wasn't even surprised to know this. Damien was always quite possessive, especially if someone dared touch me whether it was for my job or not. And, for being a mafia leader and currently in hiding... it would make sense, and it definitely adds up. "I still have to go," I smiled innocently, as he immediately tightened his grip on my wrists. It didn't hurt, but it was still easy to tell that he had done so. 

"Please, please, please," He began, then his begs for sexual touch were becoming gradually more quieter and soft, until eventually, it went into nothingness, and I couldn't hear them anymore. 

I stared at him before I pulled away from his grip and slipped off of the bed, staring up at him to gesture him to come over to the edge of the bed. He immediately understood as it seemed like his entire world lit up, and he pathetically moved over to the edge of the bed as I'd gestured him to. I watched him as he'd quickly undone his pants, slipping them under his knees, and allowed me to take the rest off of him.

With him just in his boxers, his bulge from last night was incredibly noticeable. 

"God, you'd better love me, considering I'm doing this for you at seven in the morning." I seethed through my teeth, shaking my head. He hadn't said anything; clearly he was too aroused to know what I was saying. He tugged down at the hem of his boxers, asking me for permission if it was alright to take them off. I nodded, and he had immediately shifted his body to take them off, and I had done the same thing I did with his pants; once they were under his knees, I took them off fully myself. 

It was almost like I could see his damn pulse of his dick; though that wasn't possible. 

"Please, please," he softly begged, laying his head back. I hadn't even done anything to him, and he was already getting driven crazy.

Crazy for my touch.

Crazy for me. 

I stared at him for a moment more before I placed my mouth just around his tip. His body twitched with need within an instant as I watched his hands clasp around the sheets of the bed. I hadn't just made him crazy; I made him delirious beyond limits. 

Still, he hadn't begged, though I knew damn well he had wanted to. His breath hitched once I put my mouth slightly deeper into him, as he let out a sharp but pleasurable gasp. 

That was go time.

I had began pumping him with my hand at an unbelievable pace; all while sucking him like my life had depended on it. It felt like if I hadn't done so, I would've dropped dead at some form of a gunpoint. 

His symphony of moans was the most beautiful I've ever heard in my entire life. It was better than music, which surely said a lot about it. His moans were rhythmic; a short gasp followed by a loud, pleasurable moan. Gasp, moan. Gasp, moan. 

He soon looked at me, entangling his hand into my hair, causing me to let out a muffled moan myself. That had aroused me just then, as I forced myself down deeper into him; almost a gag escaped my body. 

His body twitched once more as his grip around my hair had tightened, his legs spreading more; a sign that he was generally close. 

With my hand still pumping him at the same pace, somehow, normally my arm and hand would be tired from such a workout, I was indulging him the best I could. The best I could have managed. 

Soon, his twitching had died down, and I felt a mouthful of thick cum spill into my mouth. I pulled back, swallowing the most I could, though I felt some falling down from my chin and onto the carpet floor. After a moment, I coughed a few times and gasped for proper air. 

I looked up at Damien, in which he was panting heavily, laid back against the bed. I looked down back at his dick once more, and noticed that my mouth had inconveniently missed some. I teasingly licked my tongue around the area that I had missed, causing him to twitch and moan softly. 

He was tired, as was I, and I stood up, giggling at the sight of him. His eyes were shut tight, his hands above his head and clenched, occasional twitching from his leg was still happening.

"How do you feel?" I asked, bending over him and kissed him gently on the head. He suddenly grabbed me and pulled me down against his chest. I squeaked, going red from the movement... and partially from the position. Any further more down and I would pressing against him. 

"That was amazing, thank you," he mumbled softly, not opening his eyes at all. His panting had calmed down, though it was still occurring. "You don't have to go to work, sleep with me." 

I sighed, heaving myself off of him and to the side of him instead. "Promise you're paying me?" I laughed, half-joking about the matter. I couldn't care less about the matter; it was better to give him head than do a private lap dance for an old man who has no life. 

"I promise," he muttered, groggily, mumbling incoherently afterwards and soon passed out. 

I smiled at his peaceful sleeping; he deserved that after what I did to him. And, I felt proud of myself, being able to cause him to orgasm; it was a somehow amazing thing to be able to do.

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Ten - Sight, End

Total Word Count - 1247 Words