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Damian’s hand slipped inside Alex’s trousers, wrapping around his leaking cock, stroking slowly, teasingly. “Feel that?” Damian whispered against his lips. “This is real. Not power. Not control. Just us wanting each other.” He dropped to his knees, pulling Alex’s trousers down. Took him into his mouth—slow, reverent, tongue swirling around the head before sliding down the length. Alex’s hands fisted in Damian’s hair, hips jerking as pleasure rolled through him. The child kicked again, amplifying the sensation until Alex was gasping, thighs trembling.

I jump slightly and turn. Damian's dimples flash, causing me to inhale sharply. The man, who can instantly make my panties wet is wearing black sweatpants, running shoes, and nothing else. He is holding a bottle of water. A fine sheen of sweat coats his amazing chest. Damian isn't bulked muscle like his driver. His muscle is defined and lean, the plains and valleys showing off his six-pack abs to perfection. I want to lick each trail of sweat and bite his nipples. If only he were submissive, I could arrange a scene and get his body out of my mind by spending time on each square inch. He did this to me on purpose and his all-knowing smirk proves it. To top it off, I remember I forgot to pack

Lexie Damian was a decent human being. He was an older and more experienced version of the boys I'd dated throughout my time in high school and college. He was a little bit older than I was. Sincere, charitable, and possessing a warm and welcoming demeanor, this man gave off the impression that you could put your faith in anything he had to say. I used to fall for phrases like that all the time. He helped me by holding doors open and carrying my lunch tray. I was very grateful. He told me that he was from the Midwest in the United States. He entertained the notion that he might return there one day. He didn't belong here; it just wasn't his thing. If I hadn't lost my virginity to a forty-yea

"Ahhh!" "Rest for a moment, my love. So it'll get even hotter later," Issabella said, swaying her hips intentionally, trying to stir Damian's soul. Damian coughed, then laid down, playing with his phone. He replied to Martha's messages, telling her that he had some sudden business out of town and couldn't come home until tomorrow afternoon. After replying to Martha's messages, Damian explored social media. He opened his I*******m and scrolled down until his fingers stopped at a post featuring a man and a woman relaxing while a toddler boy laughed joyfully between them.

“ Mom , how was I supposed to know that he was your best friend’s son ? “ said Damian . “ I have told you many times that madam Laura Landar is my bets friend . Just from the surname Landar you should have understood it on your own . You are so smart so I thought this much would make sense to you but it looks like I truly underestimated your ability to ignore your mother’s words . “ said madam Diana annoyed . “ What happened , happened mom ! “ said Damian . “ Tell me , how far have the two of you gone ? “ asked madam Diana . “ We have already slept together a couple of times . “ said Damian . The look on madam Diana’s face made Damian feel the chills for the first time in a while in his life

I was taking a swig from my water can when a pretty, svelte blonde I had noticed on the treadmill walked up to me. "Hello, handsome," she said. "I don't think I've seen you here before." "I come here often," I said dismissively, hoping she would go away. I read the interest in her eyes and already knew what she was after. She gave an affected laugh. "Silly me, then! Maybe we haven't met because of how huge this place is. By the way, I'm Tania, and you are..." "Damian," I said reluctantly. "Oh. Nice name. Her eyes ran appreciatively over my sweat-stained tee shirt. "You're really buff and cute too." She giggled. "I wouldn't mind knowing you."

she screamsl as he found her soaked panties rubbing her clit. "You're killing me baby girl. I just want to have myself buried deep in you, kissing you as Damon plays with your clit. Taking turns fucking you senseless and you moaning our names as we keep fucking you till it's only us you ever think of." Damian breaths huskily to her ear as he rubs faster coercing her hips to make rhythm with his fingers. "Pl... please more, dont stop." She says breathlessly.

He said, smirking. I smacked his hands lightly “Silly” Damian left for his office later on and I sought for something to do. I practice how to use my powers properly mostly to kill. I must say I was getting there then I made some chocolate cakes just because Damian said he loved them before I stepped into the bathroom and had a quick shower. I gasped when I saw the quality of the clothes Damian got me. They were so beautiful and lovely “Lyra, I didn't think I would fall in love with luxury” I squealed.

Anna smiled, while scrolling through her phone for more pictures of Damien. Arya’s eyes shook as she saw each picture and realization hit her. Mr. Wade, her romance counselor was Sir Damien! How in the damn world had that happened?

I laughed because I grew up with the future alpha, Damian. He is my best friend and occasionally we have kissed but I am keeping my virginity for my mate. Damian is 6’ 8” of solid muscle, short black hair, a tribal tattoo from his chest to his shoulder around his neck and arm and across this back. He is a walking sex on a stick with piercing bright blue eyes. His temper does match his bad boy look but has always had a sweet spot for me. I know I have always caught his eye. Being 5’ 7” slender and toned body with waist dark wavy hair and emerald green eyes, I tend to catch a few guys eyes. However I think most of them think they will get the position of beta so I tend to ignore them.