LOGINKayla Damien’s thumb hooked over my swollen clit, rubbing in heavy, relentless circles. I felt the air leave my lungs; I almost fainted from the sheer sensory overload. My body was a live wire, and every touch sent a jolt of white-hot electricity straight to my core.I tried to squirm away, my hips bucking as I attempted to find some relief from the mounting pressure, but his grip on my thighs was like iron."No," he growled, his voice a low, commanding rumble that made my stomach flip. "Don’t run from it, Kayla. You stay right here and take every bit of this. Running will only make the ache worse for you."He didn't wait for me to settle. He dipped his head again, his mouth latching onto me with a force that made my vision blur. He sucked on my clit, his tongue flickering in a tight, punishing rhythm. I was instantly transported to another dimension—one where nothing existed except the heat of his mouth and the pulsing tension between my legs.Goosebumps exploded across my skin, a c
KaylaI sucked him harder and harder. I took about one fourth of his length into my mouth, my tongue swirling around the head. I wanted to show him I could handle it.Suddenly, Damien’s hands moved to the back of my head. He didn't wait anymore. He started fucking my mouth.On the first deep thrust, I felt the tip of his cock hit my uvula. It felt like it was traveling all the way down to my Adam’s apple. My eyes widened in shock. I couldn't breathe. My throat felt completely full. Warm tears spilled out of my eyes and ran down my cheeks as I choked on the size of him.He pulled all the way out, a long string of saliva connecting us. He looked down at me with dark, hungry eyes."Fuck, Kayla," he groaned. "Your mouth feels incredible. It's so tight and warm.""It's... it's too big," I gasped, wiping my eyes. "Damien, I can't. It's too big for my mouth.""You're a good girl, Kayla," he said. His voice was a low, dangerous growl. "You can take it. I know you can."He reached out and grab
KaylaDamien added a second finger, stretching me wide. He began to pump them in and out with a fast, heavy rhythm. I brushed my hand through my hair, pulling at the roots as he worked through all my pent-up sexual frustration. I was on the verge of crying because it felt so intense. My hand searched the air until it found the cool wood of the bedframe for support.Suddenly, Damien dropped to his knees. He crouched down between my legs and took my clit into his mouth. He sucked on it hard, his tongue swirling in a tight, fast circle.My back arched instantly. Every nerve in my body was screaming."Fuck!" I choked out. "You're so good at this, Damien. Oh my God!"I screamed as a wave of heat rolled through me. He looked up, his face glistening, but he didn't stop the pressure of his fingers."You like that, don't you?" he asked, his voice dark and muffled against my skin."Yes!" I was practically begging now. I couldn't think straight. "Do whatever you want with me. Just don't stop."
Kayla "Why are your nipples so hard?" he asked.The question sent a jolt of heat through my entire body. My cheeks flushed a deep red. I was completely embarrassed, but I couldn't look away.Damien didn't wait for an answer. He closed the space between us in one step. He snaked his hand around my waist and pulled me flush against him. I gripped the edges of my towel. I tried to keep it from dropping, but my hands were shaking.He didn't let me hide. He grabbed my wrists and threw my hands to the side. The towel loosened and fell to the floor. Before I could even gasp, he leaned down and kissed me. It wasn't a soft kiss. It was hard and hungry.My bare breasts were pressed tight against the hard muscle of his chest. The contrast was intense. His skin was hot and slightly damp. I felt my breath hitch in my throat. I couldn't think. I couldn't breathe. My body reacted instantly. I was wet, and it had nothing to do with the water from my shower.His hands moved from my wrists to the smal
KaylaAfter about a hundred hours, we finally landed. A jeep was waiting for us on a small, dusty strip of land. It drove us deep into the heart of the island. When the trees cleared, my jaw dropped. It looked like a page out of a vacation magazine.The island was a dream. The water was a bright, glowing blue that looked like it had been painted. The sand was white and so clean it looked unreal, like powdered sugar. There was a single, massive villa made of dark wood and glass sitting right on the edge of the shore. No other buildings were in sight. No people. No noise. Just the sound of the waves."Is this all Blackwood?" I asked. I didn't even try to hide how impressed I was. I was beaming.Damien looked at me and laughed softly. He looked at me like I was a kid at the park. He seemed amused by how happy I was."Everything the light touches, Kayla," he said. He pointed to the lush green hills behind the villa and the private docks stretching into the water. "It’s all ours. For the
KaylaDamien finally joined the circle on the dance floor. He was moving and laughing with my friends. We all held up bottles of vodka. We drank together, but we kept it classy. It was the most demure way to party.By now, Damien’s tie was gone. His top button was open. He looked relaxed. He stepped behind me and pulled me against his chest. I felt his breath on my skin."It’s time to leave," he whispered against my collarbone.He leaned in and kissed the spot where he whispered. I heard a loud "Aww!" from the crowd. I didn't even realize people were watching us. They saw a husband who couldn't keep his hands off his wife.He grabbed my hand and whisked me away. We ran through a tunnel of cheering guests. We reached the car and jumped inside. The doors closed, and the noise of the party died.The realization hit me hard. The contract was fake. The marriage was for business. But the house, the money, and the ring on my finger were very real. I had to stay present. I had to live this li







