Damian Cowper Novels & Stories

Damian was the kind of husband that would make sure his wife wouldn't be able to cheat on him. He always made me crave for more and that's what's going on right now.. He made me turn around with my back facing him in reverse cowgirl and began slamming deeper into my cunt.. I was a moaning mess and urge him to f*CK me harder which he did as his lips found its way to my bare back.. My legs trembled in pleasure as he thrust in and outta me.. “ Want more, Baby?” He asked and I nodded unconsciously.. “Yes! F*CK me harder!” I begged and he gave in to my demands but careful enough not to hurt me..

Damien couldn’t wait—he knelt between her legs, pressing his cock against her entrance. “First,” he said, eyes dark with lust. “I’m going to be the first inside her.” Elara gasped around Cowin, eyes wide, but Cowin stroked her hair. “Breathe. Take us. You were made for us.” Damien pushed, slowly, stretching her untouched heat. Pain and pleasure mixed, her cry muffled around Cowin. Inch by inch, Damien sank inside until he filled her completely. “Fuck, she’s so tight,” he groaned, sweat dripping down his temples.

My breath hitched as a sweet sensation made its way up from my chest down to my loins. “I'm going to be so full when I finally get a taste of that ass-” “Captain!” I screamed, drowning out the rest of his words as Caleb jogged to us. Cyrus almost laughed at me, but I just saved his ass from being tagged gay. “Who is this and why aren't you joining us?” “This is Damian. He's from the press club and he's looking to get an interview.” He took just one glance before he said, “No. We're training now. Get him off the field.”

He moved with agility, he had a cunning mind, and he could adapt to different situations. Lord Vedastus would not let Damian handle normal missions. Since Lord Vedastus had sent Damian out this time, one could see how much he cared about this mission and how difficult it would be to complete. Damian looked at Thomas. He knew this guy. Of course he knew. How could Damian possibly not know Lord Vedastus' top rival? He nodded at Thomas. “I’m Damian Coull from Art Trading Corporation. Mr. Mayo, I never thought we would meet in the Seymour family manor so coincidentally.”

I wasn’t to gather any information, just pick up any red flags during my interview. Oh, what else? Right Damien is left-handed. He had a sweet tooth, he loved watching football. He even played in high school, until a knee injury. His knee pains when it’s raining or cold. Damien makes a mean sandwich but can’t cook to save his life. He loved eating Mia’s food the most. I’ve also learnt Mia isn’t the help, more like the protector of all the Priest secrets. Damien has degrees in business, finance, and sports administration. He’s lifelong goal is to buy a football team. He’s looking into Phili or the Chief’s.

Damian confessed and Massimo nodded in understanding. " I can understand..." He said and glanced at Anamika. "You do?..." Damian raised his eyebrows. "Yeah, my wife never fails to turn my world upside down, you have no idea how hard I have worked to tame her..." He confessed and damian chuckled at him. "Your arrogant ass deserved it... But still I am impressed man how did you manage to get her, I mean I have done business with her and heard that she was kind of a forbidden fruit, how did you managed to get her..."

"I get it off the internet. None of the local places will carry it. It's imported from England, and yeah, it's pretty darned good. The only thing I like better is their Oatmeal Stout, but I only drink one of those on very special occasions. It packs a wallop and it's just a little heavy. One bottle and you feel like you just ate a meal." She did like talking about her favorite beer. She watched as Mark took another sip and smiled. Another convert. "Oh, I'm sorry Mark, where's my manners. Mark Lockhardt, this is Damien; Damien, this is Mark Lockhardt." She sat back and waited for the two 'men' to size each other up. Mark looked at her like she had lost her mind, but then looked at the wolf si

I turned around to see my friend standing there awkwardly. “Damian, this is Cole. Cole, Damian.” I introduced them to each other. They gave each other a once-over before shaking hands. Cole was an attractive man. He was unfortunately paled in comparison with Damian. Damian loomed 15cm above him, and Cole looked lanky beside Damian. A plus point for Cole was that he didn’t feel threatened by Damian’s presence. “Baby girl.. Coffee?” Damian turned toward me and asked me again. “Ummm.. I can’t leave Rai alone at home,” I told him.

I leaned closer to the screen, studying the man whose hand never left her back, whose body moved with hers like they'd been dancing together for years instead of what I assumed were weeks at most. Damian Cole, that was the name my sources had given me. Venture capitalist, tech entrepreneur, someone who'd appeared on my radar only recently but who seemed to have inserted himself into Aria's life with alarming speed. "Who the hell are you?" I muttered at the screen, freezing the frame on his face. He was handsome in that dangerous, understated way that certain women found irresistible. Dark hair, sharp features, the kind of confidence that came from real power rather than the performance of it

“Oh, I am sorry. But I am serious this time. Why don’t you decide when we will have a lunch? I am sure I will have time for it this time.” “Really?” “Yes, I swear.” Damian looked glad as if his plot had worked. He immediately said, “How about this noon?” **** “Mr. Collins, I have gotten some reliable news. Just as you thought, Damian’s now working with many companies in Rose City. He is looking for a business partner to help him develop an artificial intelligence product.” “Oh, which company he is working with?” “I have compiled a list.” Henry placed a folder on Zayden’s desk right away.