The Million Dollar Man

Chapter 5

Warning: Mature content

DAMONS POV

"Oh god Damon, yes!!!" The random whore moans out from underneath me.

I grab her waist, and flip her over so that I don't have to look at her face anymore, taking her roughly from behind.

"fuck." I grunt, pounding into her dripping cunt.

"That's it Damon! Ohh yes baby." She moans out annoyingly, turning her head so she can see me.

I grab a handful of her hair roughly, pulling her up so my lips meet her ear. "Don't speak. And don't look at me. Got it baby?" I push her back down, as she nods furiously.

I'm being an ass, but this is how it is when I'm with a random coke whore. I like them on their front, facing away from me. The only face I wanna see during such intimacy is the face of my angel.

I smirk, and lean back down to her ear. I moan her name out softly, in which she moans in return.

"Do you love me baby?" I slow my movements down a notch.

She nods. "I love you Damon. I'll always be  yours." She whines out. My smirk grows viciously.

I put my lips up to her ear and kiss it, humming. "You'll never be mine Sammy. Because I don't love you. And I never will." I smile, giving her neck an open mouthed kiss, before ramming into her again. Making us both finish quickly.

I pull out, throwing the condom in the trash, and make my way to the coffee table.

I kneel down, taking my credit card, and lining the white powder into place, before snorting it up.

I breathe out a moan as the coke makes its way to my brain, filling my body with a familiar euphoria.

Repeating the process once more, I close my eyes and lean my head back, smiling.

I love my life.

I love my girl.

I can't wait to get her back.

I feel hands wrap themselves around me, from behind. And kisses being placed down my neck. I sigh.

Turning around, I grab her face and kiss her roughly, grabbing her ass. I pull away and stand up, buttoning my pants and putting my shirt back on. I smirk, walking towards the door, not bothering to look at her again.

"Make sure you leave in the morning. And don't expect a call from me." I murmur out, loudly enough for her to hear, and slam the hotel door shut.

-

Getting home, still high as fuck, I start to feel anxious, and even a little angry after a while.

You see, after a while of intense euphoria, it starts to ware off, and I get really tense and anxious. Which is normal.

I pull off my tie, unbuttoning the first few buttons of my crisp white suit shirt. Rolling up my sleeves I make my way down to the basement.