Damien Priest Height Novels & Stories

I gripped the backs of my thighs tight, holding myself open for him while he settled between them. He put a hand to the bulge in his sweatpants and took out his cock. I watched as he slowly held his cock and massaged it. Holy shit! I’d seen a handful of dicks in my lifetime but this definitely took the cake. How did he fit all that in there? I'd always imagined what Damien Black's cock would look like but this definitely surpassed my imagination. This motherfucker was at least eight inches. This would break me and I'm not even a virgin!!

Elsie’s POV Damien let me take off his blazer and white long sleeve before getting off the bed to take off his pants. I might not have had all the experience in the world, but I sure as hell knew I wasn’t prepared for Damien’s size. I could already see the huge bulge through his trousers, but I never knew it was really so big. When he took off his briefs, my jaw fell to the ground at the sight in front of me.

The penthouse was silent except for the horns of cars from the city far below. Damien stood at the window of his 28th floor apartment, a glass of whiskey in his hand, wearing only black sweatpants that hung low on his hips. His broad, sculpted chest and defined abs were still slightly damp from his evening workout. At thirty two, he was used to control, in business, gym, even in bed. But for the past three weeks, that control had been slipping.

“Nina. Living room. Now.” My stomach dropped. Damien stood by the couch, arms crossed, his white dress shirt unbuttoned at the collar. He looked every inch the powerful architect he was—tall, broad-shouldered, dark hair with a touch of silver at the temples. At forty-two he was ridiculously attractive, and I’d spent far too many guilty nights trying not to notice. I walked in slowly. “Is everything okay?”

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My breath snagged in my chest. Inside, the holy place looked nothing like a sanctuary. Shadows bent beneath the flickering candlelight, stretching long across the polished floor. Damian’s men lined the pews like wolves dressed for a hunt, their weapons gleaming. One stood behind the priest, the barrel of his gun pressed hard into the trembling man’s temple. The sight pierced me like ice. May God forgive them. May He forgive me for standing here. And then I saw him. Damian. He stood at the altar, tall and composed, his black suit cut sharp as a blade. When his eyes found mine, a smile tugged at his lips. It was smooth, confident… wicked. My stomach twisted in revolt. Even the devil, it seemed

Chapter Thirty-Seven – Threat. The building looked less creepy with the presence of the police men. Damien wore a bulletproof vest and held unto a torch before walking towards the policemen. “Sir Damien, will you please stay behind? We will handle it from here.” A policeman pleaded with him. Damien frowned, shaking his head. “This is my sister in-law we are talking about. I’d like to stay close.” He moved ahead. The policeman was stunned. He was a fan of the CEO and tracked all news related to him as he was his business mentor. But he had never heard about him getting a wife.