Damian Lillard Height Novels & Stories

She adjusted the camera angle, making sure the screen on the receiver showed a clear view. She was wearing a simple, modest nightdress that fell just above her knees — professional yet comfortable for nighttime duties. As she dimmed the nursery light, the door opened softly. Damien stepped in. He was 38, tall and powerfully built, with sharp features, dark hair, and piercing grey eyes. As a single billionaire dad running a vast business empire, he carried an aura of quiet command. “I wanted to check that everything is settled,” he said, voice low and smooth, his eyes flicking from the crib to Lila.

They both know how strong Carol is. But to their surprise, Carol stops in front of Damien, measuring their height. She rests her head on his chest and hugs him. Slowly, a smile appears on her face. James and Damien are left dumbfounded. Carol, standing at 5'5", continues to measure where her head reaches on Damien's tall frame, as if checking if she’s comfortable. Then, she steps back, looks up at him with her usual gentle smile, and there’s a hint of shyness as she signs:

We where both naked now and I tired my best not to look down at his member but I couldn't help it. I slowly looked in between his legs and nearly gasped as the sight before me. I heard about the sizes and how they are supposed to look like well thank Ash for that. Damian was no doubt an eight inched guy. He was red full and all at attention and I was more than glad I was the cause of that. "Move up" he said and I did as I was told. I moved up till I felt my head against the soft pillows. He climbed over me and I swear I could hear my heart beat.

“He’s my father. He’ll listen.” But Eli wasn’t so sure. --- Downstairs, Damian sat at the table, a glass of untouched whiskey in front of him. His phone lay beside it, the folded paper with Eli’s name still burning a hole in his pocket. He heard the soft knock at the top of the stairs. Lily’s voice followed. “Dad?” He didn’t answer, just waited. She came down anyway, barefoot, arms wrapped around herself like armor. “We need to talk.” Damian leaned back, gestured at the other chair. “Sit.”

Kira murmured. I hated that she sounded smug. “Shut up.” She chuckled. King Damian had to be the most handsome man in the whole damn world. If he hadn't been King, he could've easily been a top model. Definitely the most sought-after model in the universe. I'd pay big bucks for a magazine with his face on the cover. The man was around six-foot-four, which made my five-foot-three self feel ridiculously tiny against him. His body looked like it had been personally sculpted by some ancient Greek artist with entirely too much time on his hands.

Before we could press the buzzer, Damian opened the door and waved us indoors. “I thought you might have changed her mind,” Damian said with a slight smile. “No, Cassandra just took ages to get dressed and ready to go,” Vasilios replied, gripping his new friend’s hand in a handshake. I bit back the retort as I was swallowed in Damian’s bear hug. “Well, the wait was worth it. You look gorgeous,” Damian flattered, knowing fully well that I felt like a baby whale with my advancing pregnancy. I smiled at him as he hooked my arm through his and he led us to his office where a man who seemed vaguely familiar was sitting. The man stood up, and he must have been at least seven feet tall, his dark ha

Damian noticed it too—the way Lilian’s sharpness softened, just a bit, when she stood beside Tatiana. He looked at Lilian again and shook his head lightly. “You’ve grown,” he said, standing close to her. Lilian shrugged. “Obviously.” “Not just taller,” Damian added, his voice dipping into softness. For a second, Lilian didn’t reply. She simply held his gaze, then rolled her eyes to cover the small crack that appeared in her armor. “Stop being dramatic, uncle,” she muttered, brushing past him lightly. "I just pity your patients."

“But the point is Damian didn’t stop it.” Lila slowly stood up and started to walk around. She took slow, quiet steps with her arms crossed over her chest. “I don’t have all the answers, Eliot. I’m not pretending to. But I know Damian. And I know he’s drowning right now. You walking in on that may have been the worst moment—but I truly believe it wasn’t what it looked like.” "I don't know everything, Eliot and I'm not acting like I do. But I know Damian very well. And I know a lot is going on with him right now. You seeing them at that moment might be a wrong timing, but I know he will have something to say.”

* But the universe had other plans. During the morning strategy meeting, a new face sat across the table. **Damien Black** — the sharp, ridiculously handsome VP from their London branch who’d just transferred over. Tall, lean-muscled, with tousled dark hair, piercing green eyes, and a charming smile that screamed “trouble.” He was younger than Rhys, maybe thirty-two, and carried himself with effortless confidence. His eyes kept drifting to Lila throughout the meeting. When it ended, he approached her desk with a smooth grin.

My asshole still burned from the brutal pounding he’d given it, my throat raw from choking on his cock, and my cunt throbbed with the constant reminder that he had used me like a worthless set of fuckholes all night. Damien loomed over me, his powerful 6'4" frame glistening with sweat, silver-streaked hair messy, dark bourbon eyes blazing with unquenched obsession. His heavy cock—still semi-hard and slick with our filth—rested against my swollen pussy lips as he read Sophia’s latest text aloud in a mocking tone.