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**Lennon (11:05 AM):** working out? **Damian (11:06 AM):** Yeah! **Lennon (11:06 AM):** can i see? A few seconds stretched. Lennon stared at the screen like it might bite him. Then the photo loaded. Damian in the penthouse gym—shirtless, skin gleaming with fresh sweat under the overhead LEDs. Chest carved, shoulders broad, arms flexed from whatever set he’d just finished. One hand held the phone out for the mirror selfie; the other raked back through damp, dark hair. A single bead of sweat traced a slow, devastating path down the center of his sternum, past the snarling bear tattoo, disappearing into the deep V below his navel. The waistband of his black gym shorts sat low. Too low.

I open it and gasp when I see a picture of his erection inside his underwear. Damian: I miss you Me: I saw you this morning Damian: but my dick misses you Me: we can FaceTime if you want to see me jerk off ;) Damian: yes please! I lock my bedroom door and strip naked, turning on my laptop so I can position it in front of me. I lean my back against the headboard of my bed and cross my legs so my growing erection can be seen on the camera. I call Damian and he accepts straight away, his face in the camera. I connect my AirPods so no one walking past can hear anything and Damian positions his phone so I can see him sat on his bed.

"Find what you're looking for?" Damien leaned against the doorframe, shirtless, a tumbler of bourbon dangling from his fingers like an afterthought. The camera feeds painted his torso in shifting blue shadows, illuminating the scars I hadn't known about three parallel lines raked across his pectoral, pale and raised like the marks of some great beast. I lifted the letter opener between us, letting moonlight dance along the blade. "Does the footage come with director's commentary, or do you just jack off to the silent reruns?"

"Open her up. Let's see the damage." Damian immediately slides down my body, his hands moving over my stomach, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He grips my inner thighs, his thick fingers pushing my knees even wider until I am stretched completely open. He leans in close, his face just inches away from my wet center. The dark hair between my legs is soaked, a heavy, glistening shine coating my swollen lips. The slick moisture is dripping steadily, puddling slightly on the dark silk sheet beneath my knees.

She let go and leaned back, putting her arms behind her to prop her up. Damien let his gaze follow the curves of her body, when he got to her crotch; he chuffed and then looked up at her face, then looked back down to her crotch. She looked down to see what had amused him so much and then she cursed. The light blue of her denim had turned very dark right in the center; she had soaked through her panties, leaving a large damp splotch in her jeans. Before she could stop him, he stuck his nose right in her crotch and sniffed. He kept his nose there, and then looked up to meet her gaze. She looked down at him and grinned, blushing a very deep red. When she didn't push his head out of her lap, he

When they were finally naked, Damian put the lube all over his hard length and leaned toward his girlfriend, gently kissing her neck as he pushed inside her. Avery gasped and shut her eyes. “Dam,” she put one hand on his shoulder and the other on his back. “It feels good.” she moaned softly. That's when Damian lost it. He couldn't take it anymore. He plunged inside her, deep enough to make her let out a scream. “D—Damian!” her hands rested on his shoulders, and her breath against his face, and her voice in his ear, begging him for more. “Damian, love me harder please.”

They screamed as he continued to attack us. "Let's show these women who is in control." Damien said, pulling his shirt off his hard toned body. He licked his lips watching us nearly naked get thrown under water left and right by Nate, but we were gaining on him. We got a few good hits in and even dunked him a few times.

He knew he was extremely handsome. "Good Morning bad boy" He said to himself taking off his shirt and his tattoos came to view. He has a compass tattoo on the left side of his stomach, and an engle wings tattoo on his chest. His six abs didn’t hesitate to make a show off and his chest was something you’d sleep on for a perfect good night sleep. Talking about his hair, he always weaves his hair, which always brings out the baddie in him. Everything about Damien was perfect, he has the money, the looks and everything any girl would want in a man, but the big problem about Vincent is that he is not serious.

The moment my private plane landed in the Italian territories, Damian's private pack feed updated. Only the core members of Moonridge Pack could see that account. Scarlett had posted from it. Hello, this is Damian. My favorite thing is eating pasta by the sea. In the photo, Damian was cooking in a coastal kitchen with his sleeves rolled up, revealing the strong lines of his forearms. A sharp pain struck my lower abdomen without warning, like a dagger driving straight through me. I dropped to my knees in the crowded airport as darkness swallowed my vision.

We were both sweaty and breathing heavily, but that didn't stop us. The man knew how to fuck. "You feel so good, nova”," Damian moaned, and I liked the sound of it. My orgasm came in waves, chills adorning my skin but still, he didn't stop. Damian took my vulnerability as an opportunity to crank it up a notch.