“This is all getting too messy, and I’m not in control—”
“Tell me what’s going on, Damon? One second you’re demanding I suck your cock for information, the next you’re freaking out and kicking me out of the visitation room—without fulfilling your half of the bargain, I might add.”
“Oh, I’ll give you your damn information, Ashley. If that’s all you care about.”
“I asked what was wrong, and you refused to tell me.”
“Because if you stay, things are going to get worse for you. Way more complicated.”
“So what?” I demand, setting my jaw. “What’s going to happen if I stay, exactly?”
“If you stay, I’m going to do what I really want to do to you.” He finally meets my eye again, and this time, there’s a look there that I’ve never seen before. He looks… angry. But not at me. At himself. “Are you prepared to accept that, Ashley? Are you really as brave as you act like you are?”
I square my shoulders. “I came here to do a job, Damon. I’d do anything for this business—for my father. And unlike you, I finish the jobs I start.”
That blow lands. I watch it happen, watch the flinch in his eyes, and the way he reacts to it, the way his anger fills in the hole I just shot in his armor. “Fine,” he practically snarls. “You want me to finish this job? Be careful what you ask for.” He grabs me, then, and tosses me backwards onto the bed, landing hard on top of me.
He spreads my legs roughly, arching his back so the tip of his cock runs along the length of my slit, from back to front, coating himself in my juices—because, damn him, I’m already wet as hell from sucking his cock earlier.
“Last chance,” he says, glaring down at me. “Tell me to stop. Because if you don’t, I’m going to fuck you right now, Ashley. I’m going to fuck you, raw and real, so hard that you won’t be able to walk out of here in a straight line. And when I’m ready, I’m going to come inside your tight little pussy. Are you ready for that?”
My stomach flips a little. I’ve never heard a guy say it like that, never heard anyone threaten to come inside me so ferociously. Somehow, it’s turning me the fuck on. I’m on birth control at least, so that part doesn’t bother me. Plus, it’s kind of sexy when he says it like that.
So I just spread my legs wider and lift my chin, meeting his dare with one of my own. “Show me what you’ve got, Damon.”
He thrusts into me so hard and fast that I cry out, unable to resist. His cock is thick, thicker than any guy I’ve been with before, and it spreads my pussy wide, making me feel stuffed already. He draws back, thrusts again, and this time I can feel the tip of his cock touch my cervix just barely, his girth stretching my walls. I’ve never felt so fucking full.
In response, I arch my hips up against him. He pulls back and starts to find his rhythm, thrusting deep into me with every thrust.
“You like that, dirty girl? You like feeling a real man’s cock inside you?” He reaches down to grab my breasts, and pinches my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. I gasp aloud, and he tightens his grip, just hard enough to make it sting a little, to send conflicting messages to my overloading brain—pain and pleasure, ache and ecstasy.
“Fucking give it to me, Damon,” I manage to gasp between thrusts, as he continues to pound into me.
That makes him grin. Without warning, he grips my hips, draws back and out of me—I can’t help it then, I mewl faintly in protest at the sensation of his warm cock leaving my pussy entirely—and flips me over beneath him. I land on all fours, and grip the bed with both hands to hold on as he drives his cock into my pussy from behind.
“God you’re fucking tight,” he groans. I cast a glance over my shoulder and find his eyes glossed, his expression torn between anger and lust. He pushes my head down, buries my face in the pillow, and wraps a fist around my hair as he continues to fuck me, his other hand clamped tight around my hip to hold me in place while he takes what he wants from me.
I’ve never felt so turned on in my life. I’m completely in his control, and we both know it… and I’m fucking loving it.
He speeds up, then, and I thrust back against him, moving my hips in sync with his. When I clench my pussy, pulling the muscles as tight as I can, he growls against the nape of my neck and bites the skin there lightly, still thrusting into me.
“That’s it, get ready for it,” he murmurs.
“I’m ready,” I manage to gasp out, my breath coming hard and fast as we move faster, harder. His balls slap against my pussy lips, and I’m sure I’ll have black and blue marks on my ass where his hips are colliding with my cheeks. I don’t care. “I want your cum, Damon. Come inside me.”
“I’m going to fill that tight little pussy with cum.” His hands reach under me to grab my breasts again, massaging hard and tight. My already hard nipples ache so hard they feel like they’re going to burst, but it’s a pleasurable ache. One that I want to keep feeling as long as possible.
He arches his hips, angles so that his cock drags along my front inner wall, and I gasp in surprise as his tip rakes hard across my G-spot. My knees start to tremble, but now that he’s found the sweet spot, Damon doesn’t give me any reprieve. He keeps fucking me right there, making sure his cock hits my G-spot on every inward and outward thrust. Before long, my breath comes in gasping pants, as the orgasm sweeps toward me.
I cry out when it hits, my voice so loud that a distant part of my brain wonders if the guards will register it as a scream. I don’t care. I’m too lost in the pleasure, loving the feeling of Damon’s cock inside me. He continues to fuck me without pause, without so much as a break to let me catch my breath. The sensation of his cock still sliding over and over my already-sensitive G-spot makes a second, smaller orgasm hit me almost right away, my legs shaking under me as I scream again, this time into the pillow.
Damon laughs softly behind me. “I love hearing you come for me,” he murmurs. But I manage to regain control of my body for long enough to thrust back against him, then, and I’m rewarded by hearing his own gasp, and feeling his cock shudder inside me as he nears the edge himself.
“Come inside me,” I gasp, thrusting back against him. “Come in me, Damon.”
A low growl is my only response. He’s beyond words now. He grabs my hips and pulls me back against him, hard, as his cock spreads my pussy wide. With one last hard fuck, he starts to come, his cock shuddering inside my pussy, and white-hot semen coating my walls as he finishes. I tighten my pussy around him, clenching the muscles as hard as I can, and I’m rewarded with another spasm from his cock, another wash of cum. So much of it. Fucking hell, that’s hot.
He pulls back, and I moan faintly, especially when the hot liquid drips down my legs in a rush—a combination of both our juices, making the air in this small room hot and thick with the scent of sex.
I collapse forward onto the bed, breath coming short and fast. I’m not sure what I expect now, but it isn’t this. It isn’t Damon lying down alongside me, wrapping both arms around my waist and pulling me tight against him. It isn’t him resting his chin on my shoulder, so his warm breath caresses my ear as he murmurs against my skin, “You’re too good for your father.”