Her Perfect boobs.

Chapter 3.

Damian’s jaws clamped and his fingers itched to rip her dress out and touch her till she came hard on his fingers, but no. He didn’t touch her. Not yet. Not until he knew that she was saying this genuinely.

His eyes held her gaze for long, glaring deeper with no emotions, until he spoke in his usual collected tone.

“You do not know what you are asking for.”

Cold chills ran up her spine and Isadora knew this was the energy she signed up for. Men whose few words could unravel you in ways no hand could ever.

“I do not need to know… I just want you to touch me.”

Damian’s throat bobbled. He wanted this… wanted her as bad as she did, and he hated how obvious his cock was making it.

A soft hush fell over the restroom and in that moment, a smile touched the corner of his lips. Faint and almost as if it wasn’t there.

His hand gripped her wrist and he yanked her closer to himself. A soft, unbidden gasp tore past Isadora’s mouth and the sound shot through Damian’s cock.

“I don’t just touch, girl….”

His gaze dragged around her body, unraveling her with every glance. “I fuck hard… till you break in tiny little whimpers.”

Isadora’s pussy clamped, her heart thrumming gently with anticipation.

She didn’t know where the boldness came from, but she moved closer to him, cupping his jaw with the intention to slam her lips against his… but his hand came against her dress, shredding it off in one smooth attempt.

“Goodness…” Isadora gasped, the sound muffled by the loud shredding sound of her clothes.

The cold air of the room kissed her body and her skin pricked, burning under the warmth of the room and the way his eyes dragged across her body, devouring her with every glare.

The sight of her like this… naked and bare made his cock kick, threatening to punch a damn hole through his pants.

Desire surged into him like a force, and his callused palm moved against the swell of her boobs, cupping the soft mounds into his palms.

Isadora’s breath hitched as his palm wrapped firmly around her small tits, the warmth of his palms seeping into her skin.

Her back arched gently and she felt the buildup of pleasure.

“Perfect tits,” Damian mumbled softly, rubbing his thumb against her erect nipples while still fondling softly.

Isadora’s head dropped backward, every graze sending a jolt down her spine.

Her lips parted but no words came out, just a soft, breathless gasp.

Damian moved his thumb against her nipples, sucking gently on his lower lip while her nipples itched, arching to be sucked.

“So delicate,” Damian mumbled low, leaning forward and rolling his tongue against her nipples.

“Ohhhh…” Isadora moaned, her body trembling from the feel of his tongue.

Damian lowered his head deeper, claiming one nipple into his mouth while fondling the other breast.

“God…” The soft, breathy whimper tore past her lips and she arched into him, pressing her soft boobs against his mouth.

Damian sucked gently, staring up at her face while still fondling the other boob.

Sensation crawled down her spine and her hand instinctively gripped his head while he lapped on her right breast, sucking, fondling, and kneading them both.

Her grip on his head tightened. “Yes….” She cried ecstatically, thighs clenching tightly.

“Feels good…” He breathed into her right boob before tearing his mouth from the right boob and claiming her left nipple immediately.

Isadora’s back arched.

“Arghhhh!!!” She cried pleasurably, jerking forward.

Damian rolled his tongue against her nipple before sucking and grazing his teeth against it.

His mouth circled her boobs, kneading and fondling while he trailed his right hand down her body.

Her skin prickled, burning and twitching beneath every graze.

His tongue rolled against her tits, making her dripping pussy pulse, breathing like it had a life of its own.

Damian’s hand slipped into her panties and Isadora sucked in some breath, granting him enough access.

A smile formed against his lips and he raised his gaze to take in her expression.

Rolled eyes, parted lips. Damn it! She looked like everything he would fuck!

His hand slipped deeper till they found her wet fold.

“Damn it!!!!” He muffled into her boobs, her wetness clinging to his fingers.

Isadora’s body clenched at the feel of his finger.

Her toes curled, his subtle touch registering in her body in the form of a wave.

Damian tore his lips from her boobs, glaring at her with parted lips.

“Dripping for me like this… aren’t you just a slut?”

Isadora sucked in a breath, nodding her head desperately. Yes. She was a slut. For him. She would be.

His finger rubbed gently, circling her clit while holding her gaze.

Her body twitched and she gripped the tub while he rubbed her clit.

Her eyes rolled backward, lips trembling.

“Ughhh… God… this feels….”

“Feels what?” Damian asked, rubbing her clit further.

“Feels good.” She completed, the layers of her skin burning with more pleasure.

His hand moved, dragging gently against her folds before nudging against her soaked entrance.

Isadora stiffened, her walls fluttering in anticipation. Every nerve in her body crawled, itching to feel his finger within her pussy.

Damian’s eyes darkened, stern and lethal, and they held her gaze firmly before slowly slipping into her pussy.

Her body arched forward, and her parted lips widened more. “Fuckkk!!!” She cried, walls fluttering at every intrusion.

Her toes curled and her eyes widened as he slipped his finger deeper, letting her feel every thrust.

Her stomach churned and her thighs twitched. God! She felt full. And if one finger could fill her up this way then she didn’t want to believe what his cock would feel like.

Damian’s teeth clamped within the confines of his mouth.

Her tightness made his cock stretch, every vein twitching harder.

She was so tight. So fucking tight that he just wanted to rip her panties away and bury his cock into her pussy, then fuck her roughly while she clenched tightly around him like she was doing now.

When her muscles settled, he began to move his finger in and out of her wet hole, dragging it slowly and sinking it back into her cunt.

“God…” Isadora cried sweetly, every cell in her body whining to the feel of his fingers.

“You love this???”

Her throat bobbed and she hurriedly nodded her head. “Yes… yes, I love it…”

“What do you like about this….”

The vein at the side of her temple twitched and she let in a swallow. “Oh god… I love…” Her eyes rolled backward and she quivered, shuddering and trembling.

“I love how you’re fucking my pussy…”

“Good girl…” Damian praised, shoving his finger deeper.

“Arghhhh!!!” Isadora screamed, the sound echoing across the room.

Her toes curled and damn it! She could barely tell if she was crying from the brutality of his fingers or from the feeling of being called a good girl.

Damian moved his left hand to the side of her neck, cupping it into his palm, while driving his finger deeper into her wet, dripping pussy.

“You feel so good…” He grumbled, hating how well she was breaking into his freaking resolve, but damn all his restrictions because she had the perfect heated pussy, and right now he was dying to be buried within her, but he would give her this orgasm first.

His fingers shoved deeper, thrusting in and out of her wetness.

Her stomach churned, tears prickling the back of her eyes.

This felt good. Too good. Too freaking good to be real.

It was her first time feeling this way… this feeling of deep euphoria. Oh… damn!!!

No one ever made her stomach coil. No one ever made her toes curl, and on top of it all, no one ever made her back arch while he fucked her pussy with just a finger.

Her walls clamped tightly around his finger and Isadora felt the surge of that feeling that only she had ever given herself.

Damian’s jaws clamped, and a muscle in his body tensed.

His eyes darkened and he fastened his pace, fucking and flickering on the spot that made her arch.

Her body trembled, and the wet sound of his finger filling her wet cunt filled the air.

Her toes curled and…

“Arghhhh!!!!!!” Her back arched and she moaned breathless into the air.

“I am going to cummm…”

Sensation ran up her body, spreading deeper like wildfire.

Damian pressed his thumb against her clit, letting his finger ruin her pussy in the most dangerous way.

“Oh… god… fuck…” Isadora cried into the air, her voice coming in broken sobs.

His finger curled, flickering on the spot while smirking dangerously at her, and that… that was all it freaking took for her to spiral.

“I am cumming…” Isadora yelled, stiffening slightly while her orgasms crashed into her body, spreading across her system like molten fire.

Damian rolled his finger deeper, letting his eyes hold onto hers. “Yess… cupcake… cum for me… cum on my fingers like a fucking good girl.”

Cupcake? Isadora’s back arched and tears slipped down her cheeks.

Her thighs clamped around his fingers, but he gripped them wide apart, fucking her wet, dripping pussy while she thrashed back and forth, cumming sweetly on his fingers.

The orgasms wracked through her spine and she jerked forward, whimpering and sobbing while settling into her post-orgasm bliss.

Damian stared at her as she leaned into the bathtub, jerking slightly.

Her cheeks flushed and her lashes fluttered.

Oh! Her knees buckled and her legs weakened.

No one had ever made her feel this way. No one… no one in the entire world had ever made her cum in the span of two seconds.

A feeling of exhaustion washed over her body and she let out a soft exhale.

She shouldn’t fall asleep. For safety reasons at least, but her eyes blurred and her lashes dropped closed.

Damian’s eyes remained on hers, watching every moment till she fell asleep.

His lips curled and an unbidden scoff slipped past his mouth.

Did she just fall asleep?

She was sure more dramatic than he had expected. Because who the hell sleeps immediately after an orgasm?

His lips remained curled and his fingers moved to cup her hair away, but he hurriedly pulled his hand away, reminding himself that this was nothing more than a fling, and when she woke up tomorrow, she would still pay for ruining his suit and take his cock like the good girl he wanted her to be.