Prologue

"W-wait…This isn't right," Samantha said in a seemingly weak voice. Her hands tweaked Damon's hair, which had fallen into her neck, tickling the most sensitive part of her neck.

Damon lifted his head and eagerly stared at Samantha. "You don't want this?" he whispered seductively as he slowly inserted one of his hands inside the blouse Samantha was wearing.

Samantha bit her lower lip when Damon touched one of her breasts, which was still covered by her bra. Samantha's breathing quickened, and Damon seemed to notice.

Damon smirked. "Do you really want me to stop?" he asked again as he slipped two fingers inside Samantha's bra and gently touched her nipples.

Samantha's back arched, and she gasped at the sudden sensation of Damon's fingers finally touching her bare breast.

"S-stop…Ohh!" Samantha moaned and her eyes widened in surprise when Damon suddenly pinched her nipple.

"If you want me to stop, then try to make it sound a little bit more convincing. Because your expression says otherwise, sweetheart."

Samantha knew that Damon was teasing her. And he was right; she was enjoying this, a little too much.

"I-I have a b-boyfriend, Damon. T-this is not right. W-we better stop," Samantha answered, stuttering and panting.

Damon felt so good, but she was already committed to someone else. She had Alfred, and she didn't want to betray him.

Samantha felt a little disappointed when Damon removed the hand that was inside her blouse. Ah, I should not be disappointed.

Samantha thought that Damon was finally going to stop, but when he smirked, staring at her lustfully, she knew that he was not going to let go of her that easily.

Her heartbeat suddenly quickened. And her eyes widened again when Damon suddenly lifted the blouse she was wearing, exposing her naked abdomen and her breasts, covered only by her red lacy bra.

"Damon!" she said the man's name in surprise when he suddenly lifted her bra, exposing her breasts and perky nipples.

Damon's eyes narrowed as he stared at her breasts. Samantha could feel Damon's heated gaze on her nipples, and it made her suck in another breath.

"You're telling me to stop, yet your body is reacting like this. You are not convincing at all, Samantha," Damon said in a deep voice that sounded so sexy.

"Ahh!" Samantha moaned as Damon suddenly squeezed her nipples. He started grinding his crotch against her womanhood, which was still covered by her red panties.

Samantha felt the seemingly scorching heat coming from Damon's lower body. Whenever their sexes rubbed together, Samantha's whole body lit on fire.

Until Damon finally lost his patience. He quickly ripped off Samantha's panties, and without a word, he slipped his middle finger into the wet slit of Samantha's femininity. She bit her lower lip in pleasure when she felt Damon's finger start to move in and out of her hole.

"Ahh!" Samantha moaned again when Damon rotated his finger inside her womanhood.

Damon repeatedly thrust his finger in and out of Samantha, making her breath quicken. Samantha knew that what was happening was wrong. She was committed to Alfred. She loved Alfred. But her love for her boyfriend had been gradually defeated by the lust she was feeling for Damon right now.

The moment she'd laid her eyes on Damon at the bar, she knew he would tempt her, and she wasn't wrong. Because now, here they were, in a hotel, doing things that weren't right.

"Fuck! You're tight," Damon said eagerly and accelerated the movement of his finger, causing Samantha to close her eyes.

Samantha held onto Damon's hand, the one that was working her femininity. And as if her body had a mind of its own, she widened her legs to give Damon full access to her wet pussy. She was ready to lose her mind. She was ready to cum. But her eyes flew open when, without a word, Damon withdrew the finger that was inside her and replaced it with his long, throbbing manhood.

"Fuck!" Samantha cursed loudly. She was already wet, but the sudden entrance of Damon's large cock had taken her by surprise.

Alfred's cock could not even be compared to Damon's when it came to size. Damon's cock was a monster. Literally!

"Fuck! Fuck—oh shit!" Samantha said, trying to catch her breath. But Damon only deepened his cock's penetration with long, smooth strokes.

Samantha's pussy clenched around him as he moved.

"Fuck you," Samantha swore through a moan as Damon started moving even deeper inside her.

Damon immediately claimed her lips, preventing her from swearing again. His tongue urged her to play with his tongue. He teased her tongue until she finally gave in to his temptation. Samantha's tongue played with Damon's. She sucked his lips, and Damon did the same to her. They fought for dominance, and neither one wanted to give in. Damon was a good kisser. He was so good that he made her forget her earlier hesitation and guilt. And as the two of them kissed, one of Damon's hands traveled towards her clitoris.

Samantha gasped.

Damon rubbed her clit while thrusting his hard and long cock inside her. As Damon's cock went in and out of her femininity, her pleasure mounted. Until all she could feel was pure bliss.

Samantha wrapped her arms around Damon's neck as he moved deeper and faster over her. She couldn't stop herself from meeting Damon's every thrust, which further intensified the pleasure she was feeling. The noise made by the collision of their bodies echoed through the room. Her legs were already wrapped around his body as her hands traveled down to his ass, urging him to fuck her harder and deeper. And Damon did not disappoint her. He gave her what she wanted. He gave her the pleasure she never felt when she and Alfred did it. He gave her something that Alfred could not give her. He and his monster cock.

"Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!" Samantha never stopped moaning as Damon continued giving her the best fuck of her life.

Fuck guilt and fuck conscience. She was having the best fuck of her life, and she was going to savor every moment of it.