Chapter Four: Wet dreams

Rosette's POV

“I know you want me, Rosette” The man before me said, breaking the silence in the room. His voice was low and husky. I was stark naked, underneath the bedsheets and I clutched it firmly it to my chin, willing myself to stay in control of my senses.

Damon closed the door behind him, and with one pull, he took off his shirt, dropping it to the floor.

"Are you sure about this—” I started to say, still shocked that this was happening for the second time. He was right. I wanted him, as badly as I needed air in my lungs, but this time, I wasn't even drunk. I was fully aware of Damon's figure a distance away from me.

“Your mother doesn't have to know about this, Rosette. I've wanted to f*ck you again, ever since that we met at the club." He hushed, stepping out of his trousers. I looked down at the huge bulge in his underwear.

“You like what you see, don’t you?” He teased me, as his lips curved into a sly smile. “Why don’t you have a taste of it again. It is all yours tonight. Just yours."

A soft moan escaped my lips again. He had his eyes locked onto mine as he slowly joined me on the bed.

“Yes, Damon. I need you” I said in a raspy voice.

He drew in close to me, and the scent of his perfume filled my nostrils. It was intoxicating!

Before I knew what was happening, Damon lowered his lips down to mine, taking them up in a passionate kiss.

It was in that moment that every wall I had built around my feelings crumbled and I threw caution to the wind.

I kissed him back, harder.

I didn't care to think that he was my mother's boyfriend and would be getting married to her in a few weeks.

His hands slowly tugged at the bedsheets, pulling it down to expose my bare boobs.

My eyes fluttered close. With lips still locked in, I felt the gentle touch of his hands on my boobs as they fondled them, one at a time.

I lost myself in the euphoria.

I lost sense of everything as his lips planted soft, wet kisses all over my boobs. I was fast becoming breathless, lifting my hips in ecstasy as his head went lower. His tongue left a wet trail beyond my stomach and I froze.

This was it!

I always imagined what it would feel like to surrender my body to Damon again, without being under the influence of alcohol..

It was happening now, and nothing prepared me for the thrill that shot through me as his tongue found my soaked, throbbing opening.

A loud moan escaped from my lips, and without any hesitation, he dived in.

My chest rose and fell with heavy panting, as he fucked me clean with his tongue, teasing and flicking it through my walls.

I was almost losing my breath when someone let out a loud yell, waking me up.

My eyes tore open in an instant.

“Hell, no! It was a dream!” I muttered. “Damn it!”

Shock settled on me as I realized that I was never with Damon. Everything had happened in my dream.

"Yes, That was just a dream!" A masculine voice said a distance away.

I looked up at my bedroom. There he was.

Damon.

He had white towel loosely wrapped around his waist, and his muscled arms were folded on his chest.

There was a stern frown on his face as he glared down at me.

I sat up on the bed, clutching the bedsheets to my chest, "How long have you been there?"

A flush crept up my cheeks.

"Long enough to hear you moan my name in your sleep! It sounded like I was drilling you hard in your dream."

My mouth dropped open with shock, "Wait...what? You heard that too!"

"You are so lucky that your mother left for work an hour ago, and didn't get to hear this."

I kicked off the bedsheets and sprang out of the bed, ignoring the wetness between my legs.

"Shit." I muttered.

He continued, "I was just about to have a shower when I heard your loud moans. So, curiosity brought me here."

A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, "From the look of things, I've not been the only one who's been fantasizing about our first night together."

“Wha-what are you doing?” I stuttered staring at him as he turned around to lock my room door, before facing me again.

My heart thumped faster in my chest.

"I know I shouldn't have messed around with you that night, and I'd rather die than let your mother find out." He picked his words slowly, approaching me. The closer he came, the more excited I grew.

I took a step back but my back met with the wall, and a light gasp escaped my lips.

“I want you to just tell me to leave you alone, and I will. I'll never raise this between us again."

His voice sent shivers down my spine, making me feel things I wasn't certain I could feel.

Damon closed the distance between us, trapping me between his chest and the wall.

“Just say the words. Ask me to leave, and I will,” Damon whispered in my ears. I gulped, his hot breath fanning my neck.

Tell him to back off, Rosette! A voice of reason yelled in my head. He belongs to your mother.

I ignored my thoughts, and raised my eyes to meet his, feeling my knees go weak. The worst part of it all, was what I wanted him to touch me.

“Please,” I whispered in a voice that was barely audible.

It only took that one word as a form of consent from me.

Damon grabbed my neck, pulling me closer to him. He smashed his lips against mine, snaking one hand around my waist while the other went to my ass. My arms wrapped around his neck, and I snaked my fingers into his hair. My breasts were pressed tightly against his hard chest.

“Good Girl." He praised.

He gave my ass a light squeeze, causing me to moan into his mouth. I started to grind hard against him.

His large hands parted my legs, and I shuddered as his fingers trailed up my thighs.

I gasped when he slipped his hands into my panties, rubbing my clit.

“Fuck, you're so wet for your stepfather,” He muttered.

His words made me, even more soaked, and his blue eyes held so much lust as he stared down at me. I felt insanely hot under his gaze, with my cheeks turning red, so I tried to look away.

Damon suddenly grabbed my face in his other hand, turning it to him.

“I want you to keep those eyes on your step father. Now.”

I bit back a moan when I felt his finger slipped into me, going slowly in and out of me.

“Is that alright?” He asked, keeping a steady pace, as he watched my face for any sign of discomfort.

I nodded my head lightly, a moan slipping out of my mouth. I began to grind my hips against his fingers, urging him to go faster.

“My Sweet little step daughter,” Damon whispered, as his lips met mine in an explosive kiss

He pulled away from my suddenly and I could see the obvious hardness against the outline of the towel around his waist.

“What's wrong?” I asked, searching his face.

“It's just… I don't know if I can hold myself back from fucking you again. I'm worried about, Susan, your mother. " He confessed, looking at me.

He was clearly holding himself back. His soft gaze remained on me, as he waited for what I was going to say.

“This will remain between us. I swear, my mother will never find out,” I whispered. "I want you, inside me...Damon."

I was diving way deeper than expected and I knew that. I never planned on having sex with him again, after that night. However, within the last few days, Damon had dominated imaginations, and the mere thought of him thrusting into me, was more than enough to make me wet, every single time.

I was baring myself open to him now, and I might be the one to get hurt, if he ever chose to end what we had going on. Damon led me to our bed slowly. His eyes were fixed on me as he walked backwards, pulling me to him. His hands reached for my nightgown, taking it off.

My breathing was shallow as I let him take off the cloth I had on.

Damon gulped, as his eyes trailed over my body.

“Even more beautiful than the last time,” he whispered.

I looked away, embarrassed, covering my chest with my hand. I felt my chin turn pink as Damon held it between his thumb and index finger, turning my face towards him again.

“I don't want you to hide yourself from me. The last time I took you, I was as intoxicated as you were. Now, my mind is clear, and I fucking want this" His deep voice rumbled.

I slowly let my hand drop.

My perky boobs rubbed against his chest, and he swallowed hard again.

“You're hard,” I murmered, placing a palm over his erection.

He still had the towel around his waist, and he grinned.

"Yeah, Just for you, Step-daughter." There was a flirty lace in his tone as I exhaled and tugged at the towel, letting it fall to the floor.

In a few seconds, Damon captured my lips with his once more.

I didn't give a damn about what was right and what was wrong as he gently placed me on the bed, for the second time.