Chapter 7

Laura's POV.

I watched as Damien closed the door and moved nearer to me.

I couldn't help but feel scared but safe at the same time.

I nodded my head at his question.

“You've lost your tongue, little?”

He just seemed to never run out of adjectives to qualify me.

I wanted to reply to him but he cut in by placing a finger on his lips, and pulling me closer to him by the waist.

I couldn't control the wetness that came to form in between my legs. This man did a lot of things to me, even with just a glare and a touch.

“No,” I whispered, he turned me, making me face the wall, while I felt his lips on my necks, slowly kissing me.

Wasn't he hosting a party? I thought of Brenda, she might be looking for me by now.

“It seems you are…” he was cut short by the continuous ringing of my phone.

I turned a bit and raised my hands about to pick up the call but he snatched the phone out of my hand and ended the call.

“What are you doing?!” I glared at him

“Watch your tongue and fix your face,” he ordered with a straight face before flinging my phone to the bed near us after switching it off.

“We don't want any distractions, do we?”

He placed his lips on my cheeks.

“Now, where were we?”

He pulled the corset ropes holding my clothes together, and softly pulled down my gown.

“You looked ravishing when I saw you earlier,” he whispered, now kissing my neck, his voice thick with longing.

“Your eyes, this shape,hmm...” he sniffed my neck, taking in my scent, his hands running down my waist in a sensual way.

He pulled away from me as I stood naked in my panties and underwear.

I noted the glint in his eyes.

“Strip!” He ordered.

“What? Are you insane?” I blurted, but only the first question. The other was said in my head.

His eyebrow rose as if to question if I was questioning him.

“We are at a party, Damien!”

“What does it change? Does it change the intentions I have towards you?”

I felt flustered at the intensity of his gaze.

In my twenty one years of existence, I have never felt anything like this.

I slowly took down my panties, as I reached out to unhook my bra, he stopped me.

“Let me do that.”

He took out my bra in a second. He flung the bra down, and scooped my full breast into his arms and kneaded it.

“Kneel,” he commanded.

I knelt down, face to face with his waist.

I unbuckled his belt and pulled down the trousers.

His full length sprang out of his cock and I could feel my pussy water at the sight of it.

I so loved the size and length of his cock, my hands moved up and down the length, and I caressed his balls.

I slowly licked his already throbbing length in a teasing motion, he squinted his eyes at me, but I kept on licking in a teasing motion. He ran his hands over my head, this dick left my mouth with a pop sound

"Don't scatter my hair. I spent a long time styling it," I told him.

"I do not mind". He groaned when I took his own length down my throat, the sound of his groan, making me feel a wet patch on my panties.

He guarded my head movement, the slurpy sound from my mouth filled the room.

“Good girl,” he praised me, his voice sounding guttural and it made me pleased.

He helped me to my feet after a few minutes of sucking, licking and teasing.

He turned me, and I leaned on his chest, his fingers gently caressing her pussy lips, he squeezed her boobs softly.

I took down my panties, my legs already throbbing with anticipation.

“So dripping wet.” His whisper in my ears sounded like blissful music, he rubbed his cock around my pussy entrance, teasing me

“This is for teasing me,” he whispered again, while his breath and lips worked wonders on my neck, she moaned at the sexiness of the sound of his voice.

I didn't know this older man could be this addictive, no amount of guilt could make me stop him from fucking me this minute.

He picked me up with me straddling him.

I gasped when he penetrated me, his cock filling me whole. His eyes held contact with mine, not leaving mine. He carried this confidence, that made this feeling pool in my stomach.

He began slamming inside me, with him supporting my hip movement, I bit my lips to stop myself from screaming louder. His thrusts are getting deeper and faster.

“Ah,” I moaned softly, I tried to hold it in, we could get caught.

“Don't hold it in, let me hear it!”

He pinned my back to the wall, and continued giving me deeper thrusts. I could feel my eyes roll, as continuous sounds kept pouring from my lips.

I couldn't control the pleasure I was feeling.

We completely forgot about the party going on downstairs, and the guests moving about, all I was focused on was the pleasure his thrusts gave me.

He watched as I spiraled down a stair of pleasure and he sensed I was nearing my orgasm, he slowed his thrust, almost driving me insane.

“Why are you getting slow?” I couldn't hide the frustration.

“Shh!” He smirked. His face looked younger and almost boyish.

“Stop teasing, ah!” I moaned out of my frustration, trying to move but his strong arms held me in place.

“Beg me!” He ordered, his smirk widening.

“You enjoy this a lot?”

“Oh! I live for this, now, beg me,”

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.

“Please!”

“You said?”

“Please,” I was getting frustrated, my pussy contracting more. I was close to an orgasm, I could just feel it.

“Say it properly,” he smirked more at my frustration, his hands thrust getting slow.

“Please daddy,” I begged in a sweet whisper.

His thrust became faster as if with renewed energy, he kept pounding me hard, I was cumming, I screamed, he groaned, I bent my head and bit his shoulders to stop myself from screaming too loud.

I combusted, feeling some drip down my legs, my erratic breathing, calming down, and my rationality returning but a shrill sound shook us awake.

It was one of his phones, I saw him roll his eyes.