Chapter 65 This is so embarrassing!

Chapter 65 This is so embarrassing!
Rosie's POV
I was breathing harder now as I lowered my head to look at my soaked pussy.
Gosh, his fingers were soaked, and he rubbed them on my breasts.
"Your wish has been granted," he purred with a voice that dripped with lust. He buried his face in my breasts, breathing the intoxicating scent of my sweat and arousal.
My heart raced as my eyes were on his sturdy back, his shorts pooled around his ankles, and I scoffed.
"Not even your shorts can hold it back."
He smirked, slowly going down on me as I saw that my cunt was his concern and with the way he looked at that unholy place, I guess he's unable to process the torrent of emotions raging inside me.
He sticks out his tongue to lick me up, and I giggled, spreading my legs apart widely.
"Damien...yes," I moaned, trembling again as he scooped me, my body shuddered with ecstasy as my pussy pulsed, absorbing what his wet warm tongue had to offer.
His teeth bit my pussy, his lips kissed it and his tongue dipped and swirled on it, tracing the line down to my asshole.
Damien pulled out his tongue, having my cum in his mouth and drew his body over me. He enveloped me.
"Ooo," I voiced, panting with the thought that he'd end it, but he placed his palms on my thighs and yanked me onto the table.
His cock glided inside my pussy freely and my legs wrapped around his waist.
He didn't move and shit, my teary eyes let out tears, but he grinned at me, wrapping his arms around my back as he began to swirl his waist.
His cock pounded my pussy as I gasped, slapped his back, kissed him on the face and jolted on the table with him.
His pace increases and fuck! I was reeled with lust and passion. I wailed, wishing to grab something else than torture his skin, but my fingers only scratched his flesh on the back.
He grunted, and I trembled, not knowing what to say but only shyly looking away.
"Crazy wolf," he barked but softly, and I wrapped my arms around his neck while we moved erotically together.
My butthole pushed him in and out, my breasts bounced, and my body jolted back and forth.
My hormones kick, my thighs tremble as his cock keeps grinding inside me non-stop.
I couldn't utter a word but just let out shriek and wail. I wish to see his face, but fuck! He's hardened and my eyes are closed.
The lewd sound or banging made echoes through the wall.
I couldn't keep up with his pace and let my head fall back to his shoulder, panting.
Damien yanked me up gently as he made me lie on the cold table. He pulled himself up, kneeling and his cock kissed my ass.
My elbows were holding my weight as we locked eyes, and there was just this burst of excitement inside us.
He turned me aside, hooked my thigh on his arm and resumed his thrust inside my butthole.
Shoot!
"Da...Mia..n," I called, but he covered my mouth with his palm.
"Don't say a word," he said, lowering his ardent plunging and my skin dragged to and fro on the table, while I stifled my moaning as he demanded.
Not a word again except my silent cry of pleasure as he plunged inside me, gently.
My eyes watched how his muscles tensed, plump ass danced forth and back just as his dick.
My eyes had become blurry as all I could see were his glassy eyes, peering into mine.

I felt all light, tired and my head felt like it just survived a crash. Something heavy was on me and then the brief sunlight that basked in my face caused my eyes to squint open.
What happened?
The first question I could ask when they become fully awake. I'm in my room?
Wait! I'm still at home!
I jerked up from the bed, as my breath came in short. A quick vision rang in my mind and my hands flew to my mouth as I felt terrible.
My eyes were just fixed on the white wall in front of me.
Damien slept over?
Another question that had me suffocating as I hurriedly flung the heavy duvet on me while struggling to get on my feet.
But damn it! I fell down clumsily and my thighs were still suffering from the torture of last night.
Growling, I managed to stand properly, by holding the side rail of the bed close to me and lifting my head, I found him!
My quivering eyes fluttered as I could see he was standing by the door, leaning to its frame and then crossing his arms.
"Good morning princess," he whispers, offering a sultry smile as my heart throbs.
"We... Are still here?" I asked, barely voicing the words as I sighed and tried hard to maintain a balance.
"Yeah, turns out we are," he responded in a soothing tone, and I scoffed at him.
"You fucked me in my house, isn't that disrespectful?" I said.
"Our house princess, it's our house princess," he pointed out warmly, leaving the frame and pacing to me.
My pulse quickened as I quivered. I gave him a fugitive glance and shook my head in doubt.
"What? You don't have to claim it!" I protested, brawling at him, but then my bone cracked, and I almost fell again if he hadn't held me.
This is so embarrassing.
He made my body embrace him.
"Did I do too much?" he asked in a tone that expressed a frisson of excitement and I felt a flutter in my chest.
His eyes were sparkling as he helped me to stand upright, but I was more concerned with his words.
Is he going to be living here? Please no!
"What do you mean, ours!" I asked with a labored breath as my shifty gaze on him hardly holds a weight.
"What belongs to you, belongs to me, and what belongs to me belongs to you," she said like a recitation, and I pushed away from him, straightening the outfit on me.
He smells nice, he must have showered and... I just realized I'm wearing different clothes.
There's no need asking because now, my nose lingers around the vanilla scent coming from my body, which means he washed me up too.
I blinked my eyes as he suddenly respected the space I wanted to keep between us, or was it because he wanted to laugh at my wobbling legs?
"How many ladies have you told that to?" I asked, raising a brow at him and straining his shoulders.