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“Fuuuck… I’m gonna cum again! Your cock is too good—shit, I can’t hold it!” “Not yet,” he commanded, but he fucked her even harder, the glass behind her shaking with every powerful thrust. “Beg for my cum. Tell me how bad you need it while I wreck this cunt.” “Please—fuck, please!” she sobbed, tears spilling down her cheeks. “I need your cum so bad! Fill me up, shoot it deep inside me—arghh, breed this pussy!” Damon’s grip on her throat tightened just a little more as he pounded her dripping hole. “That’s it. Such a filthy mouth on my perfect assistant. You hate me during the day but at night you turn into my desperate cumslut. Say it louder.”

God, I missed my job. I glanced at the images: the afternoon sky, a lush garden, a mountain view, a decorated hall…then Jace and a woman on a stage, a brand-new car in the next photo. Wait…Jace? I swiped back furiously. “Uhm…Damien? Where did you get this?” My voice was cautious, trembling. “Yeah. At the birthday party. He’s Ariana’s fiancé,” Damien replied casually. “Okay… No wait. What?” I shot up from the bed, panic flaring. It can’t be…

He asked as he roughly grabbed hold of my chin making me hiss in pain. “I didn't do anything wrong..” I resisted.. there's absolutely no way I'm gonna admit that I did something wrong… “Stubborn are we now?” He smirked mysteriously as he raised my chin so I could look into those blue eyes of his .. Staring up close and seeing those lifeless blue eyes I began to doubt if what the old lady said was actually true.. Damian was someone who undoubtedly hates colorful things and there's absolutely no way someone like him would be a lover of colors.

He asked as he roughly grabbed hold of my chin making me hiss in pain. “I didn't do anything wrong..” I resisted.. there's absolutely no way I'm gonna admit that I did something wrong… “Stubborn are we now?” He smirked mysteriously as he raised my chin so I could look into those blue eyes of his .. Staring up close and seeing those lifeless blue eyes I began to doubt if what the old lady said was actually true.. Damian was someone who undoubtedly hates colorful things and there's absolutely no way someone like him would be a lover of colors.

After about two minutes of waiting, Damian emerges with Blue denim jeans and a tight fighting black shirt, followed by Tommy in black jeans and a baggy grey shirt. "Well don't you look just ravishing", Damian comments with a smirk and a wink. Not to bad yourself I want to reply but I think his ego is big enough at the moment, By now I've gotten used to his flirtations and think I might give him a taste of his own medicine.

He growled and rose to his feet. "I will be back," He murmured and pressed a kiss to Ariel 's brow. A small sound, like a protest, escaped her when he withdrew his finger from his grip but she stirred and went and her breathing evened out. ******** Damien 's brows arched in amusement as he surveyed the male standing before him with bruises and a strained foot. He still couldn't believe his ears. It was the most ridiculous thing he'd heard that year. He tucked a blonde lock of hair behind his ear and crossed his arm. He might have let his muscles bulge a little...to intimidate the man even more.

He stepped into the light of the foyer, and for a second, Aria felt the temperature in the hallway drop. His face was striking, brutal in its symmetry. High cheekbones, a sharp, arrogant jawline, and hair as black as ink, swept back from his forehead. He wasn't handsome in the way movie stars were handsome; he was handsome in the way a weapon was beautiful. Dangerous. Cold. Perfect. "Damian," Desmond said, extending a hand. "Good to see you." Damian didn't smile. He didn't offer a polite greeting. He simply took Desmond’s hand, gave it a single, firm shake, and released it.

You haters have no right to comment! @DamianLittleSun: "Damian never set up any boyfriend persona from the start either. He always said fans should stay out of his personal life and stop dreaming about being with him. We're fans of him because of his looks, his skills, and his straightforward personality. "Whether Damian is dating or getting married, it doesn't concern you haters! Stop pretending to be his fans. I've seen enough of your hateful comments when I checked your profiles. You guys probably get paid to be trolls, huh? Have some decency!

SCARLETT Damian’s Kitten, he knows Damian calls me kitten? “You know Damian?” “What if I do?” He says, looking at me calculatingly as he blocks my path. Both his exposed arms from the T-shirt he's wearing are covered with sleeve tattoos that disappear up his biceps. He’s not as muscular as Damian but he’s definitely fit, having more of an athletic build. He has dark sunglasses over his eyes and tiny short dreads on his head, wearing a black shirt and blue jeans.

He scoffed. "Wow... You don't even know my name??" He asked. "Why should I bother??" I asked back. "I don't like the title... Don't bother just call me by my name." He said. "Which is?" "Damian Black." I almost spat out the food that was in my mouth. "The Damian Black?? Then that means..." "That's right. I'm the owner of Black and Co designers." He said smugly. What the hell?!?!?!