Chapter 144 Chapter 144

Chapter 144 Chapter 144

Damien's POV

I knew taking her would be a problem. I knew taking her fully, owning that body in ways that I shouldn't...I knew it'd be a problem. I'd hoped to put it off slightly sooner than it happened now but...

I couldn't.

Not when she came at me like that. Not when she responded to my texts, finally responded, demanding to meet and then looking at me with those damn brown eyes that told all the tales. All of the tales of just how nasty her line of thoughts were. Nasty just like mine.

So it happened.

I had her right there. Went out of mind and drove right home, fuck!

Fuck! Cause it's all I've been thinking about ever since.

All I've been replaying in my head, thinking about every minute I got a chance, even while in this shower right now.

I was still thinking about her. How she felt...fuck, how good it felt having her up against my arms, inside of her, walls, how they continuously closed in on me. Squeezing and drenching me in those juices I was crazed with regret for not having a taste of.

I should've tasted her. Should've tasted all of her before I let go.

"Wow, what are you thinking about?" A voice came. My eyes abruptly snapping open at the intrusion. Slightly startled.

Lana.

"W-w- what are you looking at, Lan?" I brushed a palm over my face, the water from the shower trickling down. She smirked, looked me all over. Then said,

"You. I'm looking at you, baby. You're so sexy." She bit her lip, winked. Clearly sending me a signal. A signal right then and there.

Before I could speak, "This water is looking real good this morning, I should join you." She said, already stepping in. Stripping out of her slip robe.

"Lan, I-

"Shush." She hushed me, putting a palm down on my chest. "I just want to want to enjoy shower with you. Don't you want to, baby?"

"I want but-

"No buts. See how hard you are, how painfully erect for me." She met my eyes, blonde hair soaking wet, face clear. Clean. But blue eyes.

Not brown eyes.

Not her brown eyes.

"I can't let you be so hard thinking of me when I can just help you and give us both a wonderful morning." She whispered, kissing my jaw, chin. Trailing down to my neck, my chest. But something stuck.

"I can't let you be so hard thinking of me."

Her words.

She thought I was thinking of her. She thought that the swollen organ between my legs, the fucking rough erection I was having yet again on this cold morning days after that evening spent in that room. That it was because of her. Lana.

Oh no.

Oh fuck no.

"Let's enjoy ourselves, baby." She kissed me, foldled with my lips.

"Lan," I tried to say, pull her away a bit. "I have work. You have the organisation to get to."

"Doesn't matter." She answered, whispered. Rubbing me. "We can get to them later, after this. I've missed you so much, baby. I've missed you so much." Her hands went down immediately. Grabbing me there, pulling suddenly.

I jerked.

Hissed.

"Lan."

She smiled. Pulling away and reducing down completely. Going on her knees.

I knew what she was about to do. I saw what she intended to do, anyone would see it. But problem.

My mind suddenly started flashing with memories. Hot, burning memories. Ones that made me harder in Lan's palm, her smile of satisfaction growing. Misunderstanding. Thinking it was cause of her and....

Fuck.

"This is getting messy." I muttered, looking up. Looking away. Letting the warm shower water rain again once more over my face, Lan getting to work just then. Putting her mouth around me, wrapping, bumping, sucking.

Soon sultry sounds filled the air. Her grip tightening, mouth stretching, taking me all in, doing all the right stuff, all the strokes she normally does but...

But.

My mind wouldn't stop remembering last time. Last time from a few days ago. Last time from a different mouth. Different grip. Different suck, heat, body!

Here I was here getting a show from a woman I personally knew was good. I've had many more shows from her to back up that fact but still...still I couldn't somehow not stop picturing few days ago.

I couldn't stop picturing her. Alina.

My fucking little dirty slut.

She was small. Small but big in all the right places, perfect to hold. Perfect small mouth, sexy plump lips wounded up around my cock like a lifeline. Like she needed it. Desired it. Ached, would beg, was willing to beg for it.

It unravelled something dark and deep within me. Something feral. I wanted to just grab her, pump inside her mouth again and again. So far down, hand clenched around her neck just to wat h her beg for more and more of my cock.

And she'll do it.

I knew she would.

She was my perfect slut.

Here I was with another woman, my woman and look what I was thinking of. Look what was going through my mind, causing blood to pump in my veins, course through my bloodstreams down to my cock in Lan's hold.

Fuck.

It was do messy and crazy at the same time.

So disgustingly foolish and damn seductive.

That's what she made me. What she turned me into.

I looked down between my legs then, letting the water rain down, pour from my skin to Lan's body. Her face. Her perfect sculptured face.

But yet, my mind transfixed it. Images blending with reality, memories bleeding in and overtaking reality. Shower soaked Lana, bent in front of me, mouth wrapped around my cock,small breasts, hard nipples, small ass behind. All of it replaced with big brown eyes, dark misleading wavy hair, perfect small lips stretched tight around my cock, big heavy tits resting proudly, thicker, wider thighs and then ass that almost drove me insane with how soft they were.

I was looking at another thing, but seeing another thing.

My reality was another thing, but my mind and line of sight has been altered. Altered beyond measure and not healthy at all cause the more I let It happen, the more turned on I became. The more I imagined her right here, imagined her with me in this shower rather than who was in front of me!

"Damn you, seductress. Damn you." I growled, grabbed onto Lan's head, her hair. Driving home myself, picturing her mouth taking it, terrorising those lips, that grip. My moves getting more and more crazed as I continued, blood burning hot. Much like that evening's.

But no matter what, it still didn't feel the same.

It didn't feel like her at all. I knew that at the back of my mind. That's what broke the illusion, a happy Lan kneeling in front of me. Rising and climbing onto me tight, wanting to finish it all.

I let her.

Gave in.

Pushing her against the glass walls of the bathroom, taking her rough from behind. Owning that pussy, knowing that she(my slut) was just a merely in the next apartment. In the next room.

She'd hear. She'd definitely hear.

And I wanted her to hear. I needed her to hear.

That thought spurred me on, but nothing, absolutely nothing could beat off the fact that sex didn't feel right.

Didn't feel enough.

Not after her. Only Not after her cause I've been fine all these years.

She did this.

And she'd cure it, cause I'll be damned if that was the last time I ever got to be between those thighs.