**ROSEANA**
I locked my gaze on the man sleeping by my side. It's after five o'clock in the morning. I'm not sure when or if we fell asleep last night because Damon didn't stop taking me until I was practically unconscious. I'm not sure where he gets the stamina to maintain his energy despite being exhausted from work.
I can feel my body. My face would crumple in displeasure whenever I tried to move. My core felt like it had been run over by a massive truck. I wanted to get up to go to the bathroom to wash myself a bit ago, but I couldn't even move my foot due to the pain in my core when I tried to move.
Damon is at fault. I want to squeeze his flushed cheeks so I may at least recoup from the pain his large friend has caused me. He was on my side, sleeping gently like a child, his hand flat on my tummy, his legs intertwined in mine. I can't stop blushing, especially when I feel his erect manhood poke my stomach.
I didn't notice it earlier, or rather, I didn't look closely enough for fear of fainting and fleeing the room when we were having sex. My eyes just passed through that. I don't even know how I was able to handle such a massive size.
It was about the size of a child's arm. I'll no longer be perplexed as to why my jewel is in such distress. I should blame it all on his cock.
I took in as much air as I could, hoping to quiet my perverted mind and stop it from envisioning things. As I try to move my legs away from him, I bite my tongue. "Jesus!" I stopped myself from cursing as I felt the drawing of pain again.
It took me around 30 minutes to get to the restroom, which was only a few meters away from the bed. When I finally got to view my entire body in the mirror, my mouth dropped open. My body is covered in kiss marks! Kiss marks can be found on my neck, breast, stomach, and even my legs!
I couldn't help but hit my forehead. I appeared to have been stung by a swarm of bees. Damon kissed practically every inch of my body!
I had trouble looking at Damon's marks. "How can I even conceal these?" I wondered. Unless I wear a turtleneck, the markings he left on my neck cannot be covered by clothing. I'm still not brave enough to dress in a turtleneck in the sweltering heat of the Philippines.
When I heard Damon's voice, I let out a loud gasp. "Why would you even try to hide it? I quite like it." He sounded so proud, like an artist presenting his work of art. I turned my head in his direction, which I only regretted when my eyes landed on his saluting friend down there, which was frightening and looked like a snake ready to eat me whole.
I hurriedly moved my gaze away from him. "What are you doing?!" I exclaimed hysterically. My chest almost exploded with the force of its beating. Because of what I witnessed, my blood started flowing faster. I can't seem to get the image I saw out of my head.
I took a look at my flower. "Was that what he put in me last night? It appeared to be larger than I remembered!" I hissed softly.
"I am offended, love. Why are you turning your back on me now when last night you were even screaming my name, begging me not to stop?" Damon remarked with a scowl.
My cheeks began to flush. "Can you please wear your clothes?" I begged him, my voice shaky. My knees are wobbly and may give up shortly.
When I felt his body approach me, my body had not yet recovered from the shock. When I felt his erection prodding my buttocks, I simply wanted to pass out.
"Damon!" I screamed, screaming at the top of my lungs.
With my pout, I even beat the person who is the angriest in the world. Damon laughed as he prepared us breakfast. He cooks because, even though he doesn't want to cook, he can't do anything. After all, I can't move, which is his fault.
Damon's cheerful expression irritated me, so I continued rolling my eyes. Damon would have been dead by now if the death stare had proven lethal.
"What do you want for breakfast, love? A hotdog? I'll put my egg in your breakfast." He smiled broadly as he glanced at me. He has a ladle in his right hand. Only his apron conceals his naked chest. I'm not sure what he wants out of life, but he didn't bother to put on clothing and remained topless.
He must have imagined that by flashing his muscular body in front of me, he could interest me.
Damon closed his mouth and stopped the smile from forming on his lips when I gave him a bad look. "I mean THE EGG," he stressed the final two words.
"I want pork steak," I declared fiercely. I came across as demanding and imposing, but he didn't appear to mind. He laughed at the tone of my voice.
I expected him to object to what I had given him, but he did not. Damon, as far as I know, does not know how to cook. People like him, who grew up on a silver spoon, don't know how to do domestic tasks, let alone cook. Yes, I am generalizing, but that is the fact.
Damon, on the other hand, appeared to be different. He goes around the kitchen with ease, as if he knows what he's doing. I couldn't stop appreciating him after tasting what he served.
The pork steak is excellent. It honestly tastes wonderful.
Damon's home-cooked meals were delicious. Aside from the pork steak I requested, he also prepared the usual meal of eggs, bacon, and hotdogs. By the way, I never tried to look at the hotdogs and eggs because Damon was giving me an annoying smile. This man's thinking is filthy.
He even put rice in my dish and gave me a glass of milk. His acts were unusual to me, but I ignored them. I'm not sure when the wonderful air he sniffed to become caring will fade, so I'll just take advantage of him while he's still kind.
"That's right. Eat a lot because I will eat you later." That's what he said.
I choked on my food when I heard what he said. Because of my constant coughing, my entire face went bright red. I have the sensation that rice has entered my trachea. I'm nearly in tears.
"Fuck! I'm sorry, love. I should have been more careful, just like how I took you last night."
I want to smack Damon in the head because of the things that are coming out of his mouth. I want to tape that feisty mouth of his!