Chapter 24

Samantha wanted to resist. She wanted to scream, to yell at him and make him stop. She wanted to push him away, maybe even give him a slap, punch, or kick to the gut. But she couldn't. Not because he was too strong, but because her body was gradually weakening and seemed to like what was happening.

She was mad, and she knew it was wrong, but she couldn't control her body. Especially when Damon's arm tightened around her waist, causing their bodies to press together as his lips descended on her neck. His hand in her hair was especially persuasive.

He tugged on her hair again, wanting to give every inch of her neck rough kisses. Rough kisses that she was sure would leave marks. And because their bodies were touching, she could feel his strong and fast heartbeat. She was sure her heart was beating just as fast and strong as his. And she was sure that Damon could hear it.

"Mine," Damon aggressively promised, then bit the part of her neck that was throbbing.

She groaned, a mixture of pain and pleasure. Her body was starting to heat up. Her knees were starting to go weak. Her arms were slowly losing their strength. And she was beginning to lose her will to fight him. Once again, lust engulfed her.

"Damon…" she moaned his name as his hand slowly slipped inside her pants and beneath her panties, feeling her bare ass.

He emphatically pinched her ass cheek, which made her moan softly. The hand that had been in her hair also moved inside her pants to pinch her other cheek while he continued to plant violent kisses on her neck.

His lips returned to hers. He bit her lower lip before suddenly kneeling. Shocked, her eyes widened.

"W-what are you—" But she wasn't able to finish what she was saying when in a flash, Damon unbuttoned her jeans, unzipped the zipper, and without warning, lowered her pants to her knees. "Damon!" she screamed in surprise as he brought his face close to her femininity, which was still covered by her underwear.

Her entire face flushed red when Damon started sniffing at her womanhood like a dog. He then caressed the slit of her pussy, which was visible through her black panties, with the tip of his nose.

She gasped.

Damon looked up, causing their eyes to meet. She gulped when she saw them burning with lust.

"Damon—"

"I wanna taste you," he quickly cut her off with his lustful voice.

She gulped again. "We can't do this," she said weakly and uncertainly. It seemed that, somehow, there was still a sensible part of her brain. But it was so small, and she knew that with just a touch from Damon, she would lose what little sanity was left.

Damon touched her slit again with the tip of his nose, not taking his eyes off of her.

Her breathing quickened.

"Are you sure you don't want this?" Damon asked, trying to seduce her.

And she wanted to slap herself because she was affected by it.

She looked up and closed her eyes tightly.

Damn you, Samantha! Damn you! she silently scolded herself.

But she quickly opened her eyes again when she felt Damon's tongue lick her slit over her underwear. She grabbed his hair, intending to push his face away, but he placed a hand over hers to stop her. Then he leaned his face closer to her femininity as his other hand caressed her thigh.

She gasped again.

Damon let go of her hand and, while his other hand still held her thigh, began to rip off her panties so that he could finally see her pussy, which was gradually getting wet.

Damon looked up at her again, and this time, he was grinning. "You're wet," he said as he ran a finger along her slit, making her gasp.

Shit! she swore silently to herself.

She sighed softly as Damon inserted one of his fingers into her slit while his other hand inched toward her clitoris.

"Damon…" she said, meaning to ask him to stop, but the words wouldn't leave her lips.

And even she knew that it wasn't what her body really wanted. It was just what her mind told her she should say.

"You'll have to tell me if you want me to stop, sweetheart. Because right now, you sound like you want more," Damon said, and she didn't know if she was being teased or seduced.

Using both of his hands, Damon opened her slit and blew on it, causing her knees to tremble. She gripped his shoulders tightly as his tongue licked her, moaning when it gently flicked over her clit, which was already throbbing with desire. Her entire core was twitching with lust.

This was what she had been afraid of. One stroke of his finger—or his tongue—and she lost her mind. She lost control of herself, forgot that what she was doing was wrong.

She braced one of her hands against the wall when Damon once again ran his tongue over her clitoris. She also tightened her grip on his shoulder.

Just as she was trying to take a deep breath, he suddenly inserted his tongue into her hole and started fucking her with it, making her squirm.

"Shit," she muttered.

She closed her eyes tightly. Her mind was giving up. And gradually, she softened under his touch.

Her body was already telling her to ask for more. But she bit her lower lip.

No. She wouldn't. She had already done that once, and she knew how embarrassing it could be.

"Ohh!" she moaned loudly when Damon suddenly nibbled her clitoris, licking it again before inserting his tongue back in her hole.

She quickly covered her mouth to prevent any more loud moans. She looked up. She didn't dare look at Damon, who was still tongue-fucking her pussy.

His strokes went from gentle to rough, his tongue moving quickly and forcefully. She moved her hand from his shoulder into his hair, grabbing onto it as she bit down on the hand that covered her mouth to prevent herself from moaning.

"Mmmph!" she moaned through her teeth.

She continued to look up, eyes closed, not looking at Damon, who she knew was staring at her as he tongue-fucked her.

His hands gripped both cheeks of her ass. He massaged them as he roughly fucked her pussy.

Samantha's knees were starting to tremble. She was about to reach her climax.

A few more thrusts of his tongue, and she was gonna come. But before she could, Damon stood up and suddenly lifted one of her legs, resting her foot on his shoulder. He then forcefully removed her hand from her mouth so he could roughly claim her lips.

Even though she had not yet recovered from the shock, Damon inserted two of his fingers into her slick femininity and immediately began moving them. Her hands went to his shoulders and held on tightly because she was in danger of losing her balance completely.

After claiming her lips, Damon's mouth went to her left ear. He licked it and bit her earlobe.

"Who's better, Samantha? Me or that boyfriend of yours?"

Damon's question was low but intense, his mouth still close to her ear. His fingers continued to thrust in and out of her. The sounds his fingers made in her wet folds were loud, and yet somehow, they made her body hotter than it already was.

"You let that fucker touch you and kiss you," Damon whispered. "So, I will remind you who's the better man, who can give you want you truly want," he continued, accelerating the in-and-out movement of his fingers.

She could no longer control herself. She kept moaning. And her moans were so loud that she was sure that anyone passing by the unit would hear her. But her attention was no longer on that but on the pleasure that Damon's fingers were igniting in her.

Her toes were twitching from the extreme euphoria she was feeling.

Damon pressed their foreheads together. Their eyes met. Both were filled with lust.

"You are mine, Samantha. And no one else can have you. Especially not that pathetic asshole," he said and thrust his fingers inside her so deep that she thought he would soon have his whole hand inside her.

"Ohh! Ahh! Ahh!" she moaned repeatedly as his fingers moved even faster.

The pleasure was too much for her to handle. She could no longer control herself, and she finally claimed Damon's lips. When Damon opened his mouth and released his tongue, without a second thought, she sucked on it like a dog in heat, making Damon groan in pleasure.

She wanted more. She wanted more of him.

She didn't even realize that she was pushing her body closer to his, meeting every stroke of his fingers.

Her hips had started to move without her knowing.

She groaned in disapproval when Damon withdrew his tongue from her mouth. Even his fingers exited her femininity.

She hadn't come yet!

But before she could protest, Damon unzipped the pants he was wearing and released his manhood.

She looked at his manhood. It was oozing with pre-cum, and it looked so beautiful and tasty that she couldn't help but lick her lower lip. She was going crazy over the thought of getting a taste of his cock.

She gulped.

It looks majestic. And so big. And long, she thought.

"Do you want a taste?" Damon asked as if he knew what she was thinking.

Again, she met his gaze, and her cheeks reddened when she saw the mischievous grin on his lips.

She averted her eyes. "Like hell I would."

She was too embarrassed to admit it.

She heard Damon chuckle, so she looked up at him with sharp eyes. But they immediately widened and she gasped when Damon pressed the tip of his manhood to her slit.

"Brace yourself, sweetheart. This time, I'm going to make you beg. I'll make you scream and ask for more. And I won't stop. I won't stop until you completely surrender yourself to me. Until you admit that you're mine. I'll make you realize who you really want." Damon brushed his lips over hers. "You're mine, Samantha. And mine alone." And with that emphatic promise, he finally inserted his throbbing manhood into her waiting pussy.