Chapter 8

Damian was kneeling down on his bed, two knees and his left arm down, while he stroked himself hard in a vertical motion with his right hand. His dick was fucking big, his eyes were tightly shut, and his mouth remained agape, letting out the most erotic moans I had ever heard, and I realized he was stark naked.

My eyes raked over his body and remained transfixed on his hand movements on his dick. Swallowing the saliva in my mouth, I crossed my legs, to help control myself because I was dripping wet. I imagined him pummeling me instead of his hands, touching me, calling my name. God, I needed to be fucked so bad. I was so aroused by what he was doing, that for a split second, I thought of taking down my pants and touching myself.

“Fuck,” he let out.

Fuck, I thought to myself.

He was so wet and aroused you could hear the slickness as he pumped hard with his hand. His left arm fisted the sheets so hard I thought it would give way, and his groans and moans of pleasure were like erotic mus