He surprised her by getting the sizing perfect.
The zipper being pulled down echoed around the room, and with a moan, she couldn’t help but spread her legs as they were removed.
Damon threw them to the floor. His hands went to her thighs and spread them open.
He stared into her eyes. One of his hands grabbed the back of her neck and tilted her head to look at him. “I have been a very patient man.”
“A week isn’t a long time.”
“Says the woman whose cunt is soaking wet and desperate for me to fuck you.”
She clenched her teeth together, refusing to give in to him. Damon made her want to submit and fight him with equal measure. So long as he kept his mouth shut, he was more than tolerable. Damon kept on opening his mouth, and she didn’t know how to get him to shut up to make this easier.
“I hate you,” she said.
“You can hate me all you want, but that doesn’t stop you from wanting me.”
“I don’t want you.” The lie fell from her lips with ease.
“No?” He pressed a hand between her legs. The flimsy panties she wore were no match for him. He slid his fingers beneath the fabric with ease, and she gasped as he stroked along her slit.
Much to her embarrassment, he found her soaking wet. Sinking her teeth into her bottom lip, she tried to contain her moans.
“You can try to hide this all you want, but we both know who you want.” He leaned in so close she expected him to kiss her.
He moved to her neck, flicking his tongue across her pulse. “Lie down.”
She wanted to argue with him, to put up more of a fight. Instead, she leaned back against the tabletop, intent on denying him everything.
“You can keep on glaring at me. I don’t mind.” He lifted her legs so they were on the edge of the table. His large hands were on the inside of her thighs, and when he touched the lips of her sex, she gasped as he spread her open.
His groan echoed around the large room and she stared at him, shocked as the hungry look he gave her sent an answering heat all the way through her body.
Slowly, he moved, getting closer to her pussy. She never expected him to lick from her entrance up to her clit, but that was exactly what he did, circling her bud before sliding back down. Each time he went near her opening, she expected him to penetrate her, but instead, he teased her. She reached out, holding on to the edge of the table.
He let go of her inner thighs and pussy lips to grasp her ass. Then his mouth was on her clit, drawing it between his teeth, nibbling on her. Each touch and stroke made her ache and moan for more. He drove her wild with each passing second.
No man had ever touched her like this. His tongue was pure sin, and she couldn’t get enough and didn’t want him to stop.
His name spilled from her lips as he pushed her higher and higher, sending her near the edge of orgasm, but he kept her on that path, holding her captive, refusing to let her fall over. Each time she thought she was going to come, he held back, keeping his tongue poised in the same spot.
It was maddening.
Fire rushed through her body and only when he was ready did she fall over the edge. She cried out. She’d brought herself to orgasm many times, but none of them were like this. She’d never experienced this as his tongue danced between her thighs, heightening her need. The pleasure was intense, and Damon wouldn’t be stopped. He slowed down his strokes, finally coming up for air, and as she looked at him, she saw her release on his face.
Heat flooded her cheeks as she stared at him.
Damon, this stranger, had just given her her first orgasm and at that moment, she hated him for it.
“You can have that anytime you want, sweet Holly, you’ve just got to learn to ask for more.”
****
Holly was a stubborn woman.
Damon had only known her for a couple of weeks now but he was already enthralled. She tried to avoid him most days, but breakfast and dinner, he made a point of sitting with her. Every single day since the first time he’d licked her pussy, he’d made it a ritual. After she finished her dinner, he demanded she come closer to him, and he’d spread her open and feast on her juicy pussy. Each time, she’d try to fight him, but her body knew what she wanted better than she did.
He adored the blush that would stain her cheeks after he finished. Holly wouldn’t stick around, and he’d leave for his en-suite bathroom where he’d deal with his own dick. His hand wasn’t what he wanted though. Tonight, as he stared at Holly, he wanted those plump, juicy lips wrapped around his dick by any means possible.
“I got word your family has found a small farm.”
“A farm?”
“Each one of your pack has been able to find some housing or other.” He smiled at her.
“Thank you.”
“I didn’t do anything.”
“You allowed them to stay. That’s enough.” She rubbed at her temple. “And the children who lost their parents?”
“I have no news about them, but I imagine in a pack as close as yours, you will deal with that problem.”
“They’re not a problem.” She glared at him.
He chuckled. “Of course not.”
“Why don’t you have a pack?” she asked.
“I don’t need one.”
“Clearly, but why not? We’re social beings. Being alone is not … a choice.”
He raised a brow.
“Unless you like living alone, and if you do, well, then you got everything you wanted, but then you wouldn’t need me.” Her face had heated.
“Are you thinking about me between those pretty thighs?”
“You’re vulgar.”
“And you pretend too much. Our very nature is to be open and to want to be close.”
“Exactly, which is why I don’t understand why you’re so lonely.”
“I’m not lonely.”
“Tell me.”
“No.” He put his fork down. “Not until you earn it.”
She sighed. “I completely understand why people don’t want to have anything to do with you.”
“Suck my cock and swallow my cum, and I’ll give you the answer you want.”
Henry had already made himself scarce. Damon had told him to not be in any room for long when he was alone with Holly.
The desire he felt for this woman increased every single day. All he had to do was sniff the air with her scent in it, and his need rose so fast. He couldn’t recall a time in his life where his cock was so hard, but for Holly, he was in a perpetual state of hunger.
She looked away. “Why can’t you just tell me?”
“Nothing in life is ever free.”
“And you’re going to make it your mission to show everyone that?”
“Just you.” He winked and she growled.
“You’re a pig.”
“And think what this pig does to that pussy. Even now, your hatred of me does not even begin to compare to how aroused you are. You want to suck my dick, Holly. You have since the first time I licked your cunt.”
“Why are you so vulgar?” she asked.
“I don’t believe in coloring up my language and playing false niceties. I see it how it is and I speak bluntly. To the point.”
“Fine.”
“I’m done. If you want to learn more, come to my room tonight. I’ll be waiting.” He stepped away from the table and made his way toward his bedroom. Damon hadn’t demanded she share his bed. She slept in the spare bedroom closest to him. Each night, when she went to sleep, he’d sneak into her room and watch her.