Damiano David Nude Novels & Stories

If she could refuse, which she’d discovered she couldn’t, She was hooked on Damiano De Santis, she mused satirically as her eyes drifted over his wide shoulders pressed against the white of his tee shirt that hugged his torso all the way down to the narrow band of his cargo shorts. Naked, he was gigantic. Dressed, he was just too sexy to be real, even in a pair of baggy knee-length shorts that had seen better days.

It was someone else’s arm from behind me, and I turned to find a bald guy with a tattoo on the side of his face. “Fuck off, man. I was just going to dance with the little cunt.” Cunt? A muscle ticked in Damian’s jaw as he twisted the guy’s arm. “Did you just say 'cunt'?"

They spoke on the call for less than ten minutes and after dropping the call, he walked out of the office. Damian walked into his hotel room from the balcony with a stick of cigarette between his lips. He wore a black leather short that exposed a bit of his Calvin Klein boxers. His upper body was left exposed, making his tattoo visible enough under the blue background light. He walked over to a cushion chair and sat, flipping his laptop open and turning it on. He typed in some numbers with his right hand, while his left hand held a glass of alcohol. He dropped his glass of the table and picked up the laptop, leaning back comfortably on the chair.

She lay back against the sofa, willing him to move faster yet unwilling to let this moment end. But just as she had accepted that Damian was going to make her cum too quickly, he lifted his face and smirked. “Don’t tease me,” she protested. Damian laughed as he stood and unbuttoned his jeans. “You don’t get to cum without me,” Damian said, keeping his eyes on hers. His gaze was the definition of smouldering. Her toes curled with anticipation, her mouth dropped open, and her eyes glazed over as he slowly lifted his T-shirt over his head. His defined abs and his chest held her attention. Damian Steele was indeed a work of art. Even his tattoos, though unexpected, suited him perfectly.

He steps back. And I realize. I'm bent over, with nothing underneath. Both of them can see everything. "Fuck," Noah breathes. "Look at her, D." Damian doesn't say anything. But I hear his chair creak. I hear him moving. I feel so exposed and the worst part is my body likes it. My stomach flips and my thighs clench. "Gorgeous," Damian says finally. "Absolutely gorgeous." Noah's hand comes down and rubs over my ass. And he slaps it a little.

“Over there is a camera,” Damien points at the big portrait of a naked lady. “You love to sleep naked and I will watch you every damn day you part thouse legs in a restless sleep… … spread your pussy in my view while you moan and soak your linens from your sex dream like a dirty whore.” What?! I mean, I know he’s a psycho. But this level of obsession?! His nasty words has me gripping my knees together, needing to pat my pussy and hold back from cumming in the puddle.

Little blondie bitch must have been stunned because she just came hobbling out on her 8 inch heals yelling incoherently. "Friend of yours?" I ask Damian and he just smirks as he drives off. Yea, I didn't think they were together. Looks like I made my first enemy here.

“Yeah, but not-“ He cut me off with a laugh making me pout. “I am okay, babe. Nothing a cold shower can’t handle.” “You know I am more than willing to shower with you, right,” I said in a seductive tone as I bit my lower lip. He stared at me with so much lust in his eyes that made my flesh tremble in anticipation. “Soon, love. Soon.” He stole a quick peak on my lips before exiting the car. I glared at his retreating back, a cruel smile on my lips. “Wrong move, Vincenzo Romano.” •••

Damon stood by the glass, suit jacket off, sleeves rolled up, looking dangerous and hungry. “Close the door,” he ordered. She did. “Damon, about last night—” He moved fast. In two strides he had her pinned against the cool glass, her back to the city. His big hand yanked her skirt up roughly around her waist. “Shut up,” he growled. “I’ve been hard all day thinking about this dripping cunt.” Before she could argue, he dropped to his knees right there in his expensive suit. His strong hands ripped her soaked panties down her legs and tossed them aside.

“I would pay you three million pounds for it, and also assist in recovering your father's company.” “I can't agree to this. I've always wanted to build my career and marriage is not part of my plan, not even a contract marriage…”. Sophia said Damien cut in, “I'm not asking you to agree” I frowned, “what?” “I'm asking you to think about it”. Damien paused before he continued, “you don't have to answer today”. He opened a small drawer in his desk and brought out a small business card. “My direct number”, he said, placing the card on his desk. “Whatever your answer is, call me”.