Oh Yes

Savannah

Damon Henley might be a sex wizard.

Sex angel?

Orgasm fairy?

God of pussy eating?

Lot of choices here and all seem 100% correct.

Man knows how to suck on my clit like his life depends on it and, honestly, I thank the Lord above for that.

His tongue could be the devil’s work, I’m not entirely sure on who to thank, but whoever is listening—THANK YOU!

I came three more times before he was done snacking on my pussy. His knee was good for getting me off, but his tongue?

~Sweet Lucifer!~

His lips broke suction and the sound made me writhe from his touch.

“You’re so sweet baby, so fucking sweet.”

He groaned, sticking a finger into my dripping channel, then another and before I could make a sound he added one more.

His fingers curled and I felt like I was being stretched way too far.

I never had anything in my pussy besides one or two fingers.

I never even tried a dildo—the only sex toy I ever used was a clit sucker.

“So tight, Van, baby, you’re soaked for me.”

His dirty talk was making it so much better. I’m a sucker for some filthy words and Damon was giving it to me.

I loved hearing this type of talk when I was being played with.

“You want me to take you here? Are you ready for me?”

He husked, his voice deep and flooded with his own lust. I don’t know how he has lasted so long just eating away down there because if it were me, I would have been jerking off or something.

I can’t even make words, he has licked my vocabulary from my very brain and I don’t give a slicked fuck about it right now.

I know my legs are useless, he has turned me to jelly.

A thank-you note is coming, I’ll go all out too. I’ll get some fancy paper, scented and even do some calligraphy.

He deserves it.

Man’s a real champ.

I whimpered, grinding into his hand. That’s all I could do to answer.

If he could hear my thoughts then he would get a loud ~hell’s to the yeah~.

Damon picked me up, cradling me like some liquid form of a human being, curling me to his chest with his hands pressed to my upper back and his other right under the curve of my ass cheeks.

He held me and kissed my forehead, skimming down my nose until he brushed his soft lips gently against mine, his breath smelled of my own personal scent and my heat was slick on his face.

Damon kissed me like he was going to make me his wife, like I was the most precious and important thing in the whole world to him.

He didn’t move his tongue in, he just wanted to kiss me. And I was loving it.

This felt right.

Here with him, in his arms, in my birthday suit with his lips on me.

It felt…~right~.

My hand ghosted with my fingertips along his jawline and up his cheek.

My red nails dipped into his inky black hair and softly scratched like he had done to me that day in gym.

Our kiss never grew needy or rushed.

Slowly we worked our mouths together and let our tongues meet like they never had before.

His bare chest pressed to mine with warmth that my exposed chest greedily pulled in, my nipples turned to rock-solid little pebbles.

Slowly, gently and carefully Damon laid me down on the sofa, sweeping my hair from under me, only breaking our kiss to place more over my face, my chin, my throat and across my chest.

Keeping his weight off me but giving me the closeness of his body heat, he trailed open mouth kisses down the middle of my cleavage to make a path to each of my nipples, giving them attention.

When his mouth would clasp completely around my areola and his fantastic tongue swirled around my hardened buds, I mewled like a dirty whore.

I have had my fun with other guys, but Damon was doing something extra, not just with how he ate my pussy and not how he is sucking on my boobs, but…it’s like he wants to cherish me.

I’ve had my boobs sucked on before, but never like this.

Before the guy sort of gave me a bath with his tongue, going all over me or like I was nursing him.

Both I didn’t care for.

“So sweet. So fucking sweet.”

The breeze of his words hitting my wet skin make me shiver and goosebumps dance across my bare skin.

“Angel. P-please,” I moaned, my head being thrown back and my hips rising to meet his.

He was killing me with all of this…whatever it was…foreplay?

I needed him inside of me.

I need him so badly that it hurt—my clit throbbed like it had never been touched.

My body felt like I was missing something, missing a part of me like the air in my chest.

The blood in my veins felt thick and heavy, my heart thrummed and beat with force.

I felt like an addict.

“Do you want me, Savannah? Right here.”

His long fingers slipped between my thighs again and stuck into my entrance.

He pumped his first finger once before adding a second, pumping in and out while making direct eye contact.

I nodded, biting my bottom lip.

“Say it for me, baby,” he whispered.

His lips right under my chin, making me keep my neck stretched up.

“I-I want you inside me, Angel.”

My hands on his shoulder like I need to hold on to something or I was going to float off.

Damon kissed me, this time the force behind it was branding, bruising, and stake-claiming.

He arched up while keeping his lips on me, my hands went right to work, taking his tight briefs and pulling them down to free his cock.

I hadn’t seen it and wanted to know what I was going to be working with, how big exactly was this piece of pipe he would be throwing into me.

I felt the air ~woosh~ from the sheer power of this fallen angel’s manhood being unchained.

Like I was about to touch something that was going to burn me, I cautiously went in for a handful.

As the tips of my fingers felt the velvet steel rod, I gasped and tried to wiggle away.

~Little D?!~

~Man’s hung like a wild mustang!~

He chortled and held my hips to keep me in place, whispering shushes and snickering.

“It’s okay, Shortcake, I got you. We can take this slow. I’m sure you’ve never had one like me.”

I could feel the smirk on his face and the level of arrogance grow.

“I…”

I tried to get the words out and tell him I’ve actually never had one at all, but my words froze in my throat when I felt him reposition himself and line the head of his cock directly to my opening.

A million things popped into my head all at the same time—nothing but radio silence.

My mom’s voice going over the importance of condoms and birth control.

How the pull-out game was never a sure bet and getting pregnant wasn’t the only worry.

My thighs squeezed around him and I pushed at his chest to stop him.

“Condom.”

I wanted to sound strong and fierce but it really came out as a purr.

“I’ll pull out, baby, don’t worry.”

He tried to kiss me but I turned my face and made him kiss my cheek instead.

“No, Angel. We need a condom.”

He growled in his throat as he pushed his cock closer to me, running it down my slit and coating it all up with my juices.

He used his wide thick head to give my clit stimulation.

“Damon, we can’t do this if we don’t use protection. No matter how good your pull-out game is.”

My hand fell between us and gripped my palm flat against his base, letting my fingers curl around his shaft.

I pumped him up and down, stroking along his length in slow strides.

My slickness gave me all I needed to jerk him off smoothly.

His forehead fell against mine as I picked up speed.

I know Damon has a thing for going slow, but he isn’t in charge anymore.

I am.

And while Damon is sweet and gentle when it comes to my body, I am spicy.

I can taste sweet all day, but my sweetness comes with a kick.

“You’re so big, Angel, I can’t fit all of it in my hand.”

I purred, feeling him grow harder.

The throb between my legs was painful, but I could manage now that I was chasing a different high.

Orgasms are the best ever, but being in control, especially over someone like Damon Henley, was like a real-life hit of heroin.

He was now putty in my hands.

His weight stayed off me by the way he was lying, his back arched and his elbows locked at the sides of my head.

I moved faster, my boobs rocking like a wave of water.

“Open your eyes, Angel, look at me.”

His long lashes flew open like I was possessing him.

His dark eyes held a gloss that hardly showed under the blanket of black around us.

His stare was intense the second it connected with mine.

This was that supercharge moment, the one he was giving me that made my orgasms so body-shattering.

I don’t know how he does it, but it was like he was doing it again.

“My Angel.”

My grip tightened and I sped up.

His jaw locked and his hips worked with me. I let my legs holster to his sides like I would have done if this buffoon had brought a condom.

With one hand at his base and my other at his tip, I worked his cock like a makeshift cock sock of sorts.

“I’m gonna cum.”

He bit out through clenched teeth.

Smiling, I took a kiss and breathed my sexy request like the naughty goddess I am.

“Cum on me, Angel, right here. Cum for me. I want it on me.”

He literally gasped, jaw dropping as his orgasm rocketed through him, crashing and taking him over.

Long shots of his hot release hit my stomach and midriff.

Five, six streams of his white jets drizzled along my body.

His breathing changed, heavy with his panting.

“My Angel.”

I kissed the side of his face, letting him lie on top of me, nestling into my neck like he had just run a marathon and was resting.

A loud bang hit the door, three dramatic times, almost like a cop knock.

“Open this goddamn door.”

~Fuck!~

~Fuck!~

~Fuck!~