Chapter 25

"Ohh! Ahh! Oh, fuck!"

Samantha couldn't help but moan over and over again as Damon kept on thrusting. One of her legs was still raised, and she had her hands wrapped tightly around his neck while his hands were on her waist, supporting her as he quickly, powerfully, and vigorously plunged his cock into her.

She could feel Damon's size and length. The noise made by their clashing genitals was impossibly loud.

She looked up and closed her eyes as she moaned incessantly. Damon's face was at her neck, and from time to time, he would bite the sensitive skin there.

"Ah! Oh! Mmm…" she kept groaning.

She could no longer feel the numbness of her foot due to the excessive pleasure that Damon was giving her. Her mind was so filled with lust that she wanted to scream and beg for more—just like Damon wanted.

"Damon…" she moaned as he temporarily stopped moving.

He removed her leg from his shoulder, bringing it down to encircle his waist. He lifted her other leg until it did the same. His hands were on her ass while her hands were still around his neck to support herself.

He started thrusting again, but this time, his cock went deeper because of their position.

"Shit!" Damon cursed as he helped her bounce on him.

"Ohh! Oh, God! Ahh!" Her moans grew louder when Damon leaned her against the closed door, doubling his speed and strength with every thrust.

Her hands went to Damon's back, and there she clung tightly. She felt her nails digging into his skin, but he didn't say anything.

Instead, he only intensified his thrusts.

"You feel so good," he said through gritted teeth before claiming her lips in a pleasurable kiss. She felt him start to walk, but it didn't stop her from bouncing her body up and down on his massive cock.

She also did not let Damon win their kissing match. She bit his lower lip and sucked on his tongue. Both of them fought for dominance. Neither one wanted to lose.

Their faces parted temporarily when Damon sat down on the sofa with her in his lap. He held onto her hips, guiding her movements.

She started slowly but quickly gained speed—just like Damon wanted. She held onto the sofa as she moved up and down in his lap.

"More, sweetheart. Fuck me harder," Damon commanded, breathing hard.

His words were music to Samantha's ears. Her femininity got wetter, her body became hotter, and she went even faster as she rode his cock.

Her left hand went from its place on the sofa to her left breast. She began to knead and squeeze herself. She even pinched and pulled her nipple. Damon took care of the other one.

He sucked on her right breast, licking, biting, and pulling her right nipple, making her groan in pleasure. He then wrapped one arm around her waist as the other went to stroke her clitoris, which had already become swollen.

"I'm going to come," she said as her pussy tightened around his cock.

With that, Damon became more aggressive. He focused on playing with her clitoris until she could no longer control herself. She exploded, screaming Damon's name.

Still panting, she buried her face in Damon's hair while his face was still buried in her chest.

She thought they were done, so she was shocked when Damon picked her up. He removed her from his lap and laid her on the sofa. He then knelt over her chest, each leg on either side of her, and she gasped in surprise when he started masturbating in front of her.

"Damon…" she said. She still couldn't believe what he was doing. But he didn't seem to hear her and just kept going.

Damon lifted his face, closed his eyes, and let his mouth hang open.

She gulped again. She didn't know why, but the sight of his cock, oozing with pre-cum, was making her pussy wet again.

Damon's strokes quickened. It looked like he was about to come. And in just a few more seconds, he exploded completely. His cum went all over her face.

She was shocked at what Damon had done. She couldn't believe it.

She could feel his sticky semen on her forehead, cheeks, nose, and even her lips.

When Damon opened his eyes, their gazes met. He was still catching his breath, and his whole face was flushed.

He stared at her for a long time. And she did the same. Not a word escaped her lips—until Damon reached for her mouth.

She thought he would wipe his semen away, but he did not. Instead, he caressed her, sliding his finger to the center of her closed lips. And as if enchanted, she opened her mouth and let Damon insert his finger so that she could taste his juices.

"What a perfect sight," Damon whispered, still staring at her.

And as she stared back into his eyes, she saw a strange emotion. An emotion she knew very well. It made her heart beat fast.

***

"Where have you been? Your father has been looking for you since yesterday. You said you and Rose were just going to talk, but Rose came and went, and yet you still didn't return. You didn't even get a chance to see and talk to Alfred. Or to Damon," her mother said when she entered her father's room.

She winced.

She didn't have a choice but to lie to her parents again.

"I just went out, Mom," she lied, sitting down next to her father's bed.

She flinched at the soreness between her legs.

That fucker. He really did make it so I can't sit straight.

"Why didn't you call, Samantha? You made us worry again. I still haven't forgotten what you did," her father said seriously.

Samantha unconsciously bit her lower lip. She faced her father, who was looking at her sternly and seemed to be waiting for an explanation.

She gave him a sweet smile. "Just like I told Mom, I went out. With a friend." She looked at her mother. "I really should have stayed in her house for just two days, but her parents insisted we stay at least a few more. And I couldn't say no to them."

Her soul was probably already burning in hell because of how many lies she'd told.

You better prepare yourself, Samantha, because you're definitely going to hell.

"You should have called to let us know," her father answered, frowning.

She turned to him again. "They live in a secluded area, Dad. There's no signal," she reasoned.

"But why didn't you tell Alfred? If he hadn't visited us looking for you, we wouldn't have even known you'd left. You told Rose, but you didn't tell your boyfriend?" her mother said.

She looked at her mother again. "You know how busy Alfred is. I didn't want to disturb him. Besides, it's not like I need his permission. I can go wherever I want to go. And I thought that I'd only be at Georgina's place for two days."

"Georgina?" frowning, her father repeated the name she'd mentioned.

"She's the friend I've been talking about. The one I was with," she lied again.

"I don't know her," her mother said, raising an eyebrow.

Her mother stared at her intently from where she sat on the other side of the bed.

"Uhm…that's because she's a new friend. I haven't introduced her to you yet."

Fortunately, Samantha did not bite her tongue as she lied through her teeth to her parents.

Her father sighed. "I trust you, so I'll believe you. I know you wouldn't do anything to ruin your reputation," he said.

She breathed a sigh of relief.

Her father may have been strict and overprotective, but she knew he trusted her.

When she looked at her mother, however, she noticed that one of her eyebrows was still raised as she stared at her. Her mother still didn't seem to believe her.

Her motherly instincts were so strong that she knew when Samantha was lying. She was her mother, after all.

She was about to speak when they heard a knock.

They looked at the closed door at the same time.

"Come in," her mother said.

When the door opened, a wide smile instantly appeared on her father's face. The joy and happiness on her mother's face also could not be denied as she stared at the visitor who'd just arrived.

"Damon!" her father said happily.

"Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Henry," Damon said as he entered.

He kissed her mother's cheek and waved to her father. When he turned to Samantha, a mischievous grin appeared on his lips.

"Hi, Samantha," he greeted. There was mischief in his voice. He tried to hide it, but she still noticed.

She did not answer him. Instead, she averted her gaze. Even after all they'd done in his condo, she still couldn't face him. She'd been wild and fearless in that moment. But now she just wanted to sink into the ground in embarrassment.

"It's good to see you again," her father said happily after a moment of silence.

Damon looked back at him.

"I was on my way to the company, and I decided to stop by and check in on you, Mr. Henry. But I'm in a hurry as I still have a lot of unfinished work to do, so I can't stay long," Damon replied, smiling.

"Is that so? Well, owning one of the biggest companies in the country is a tough job," her mother said with a gentle smile on her lips.

Samantha looked at Damon, who turned to her. She gave him a warning look, but he just smirked at her before looking at her mother again, who was intently staring at Damon.

"I can't disagree with that," he replied with a smile.

Damon and her parents talked about a few things before he finally decided to leave.

She was glad. Having all of them in the same room had made it hard for her to breathe. She was afraid that at any moment, Damon might say something to her parents that would get her into trouble.

"Samantha, go walk Damon out," her mother said.

"Again? Why me?" she complained, but her mother just gave her a sharp glare, and she could do nothing but obey.

She frowned as she walked out first. Damon followed with a huge grin on his face.

He walked beside her, but she ignored him. She refused to look at him, not even a glance.

They were walking silently when suddenly, Damon grabbed her left hand and pulled her into the restroom.

When they made it inside, Damon closed the door and leaned her against it before quickly claiming her lips, which he then quickly released.

"What are you—hmph!" She couldn't continue because Damon had claimed her lips again. But this time, he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her forward until their bodies pressed together.

She tried to push Damon away, fearing that someone would see the two of them, but she couldn't. He was too strong.

Damon raised his hand to her right breast and massaged it, making her gasp. He seized that chance to insert his tongue inside her mouth.

They were in that position when suddenly the door to the restroom opened. They immediately stopped what they were doing and looked at the newcomer. Samantha's eyes widened in surprise and nervousness when she saw him.

It was none other than Alfred, looking at them with disbelief.