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Chapter 30 Damien
“Sure thing, Chief,” Cain grits through his teeth as Trejo plows into his ass again.
I snap a few more pictures from my place behind the bookshelf. Cain’s more desperate to get rid of me than I thought.
However, if he’s going to blow and fuck the whole town so he can blackmail them later, he should invest in better security. Or at least check a room after he enters.
It would save me from having to endure one of the most pathetic screws I’ve ever witnessed in my life.
Cain used to be good at this. Now he’s just sad and sloppy.
Not everything gets better with age.
Sometimes they just get dull.
“You like that, you little bitch?” the chief roars.
Chief might look like a bulldog with rabies, but at least the motherfucker’s got a kinky side.
My dick stirs to life. Eden’s probably sound asleep in bed right now.
I wonder if she’s still wearing those little silky shorts that reveal her perfect ass cheeks.
Lust and want battle in my chest.
I should leave her alone. Stick to the plan.
It would be much easier that way.
But the thing about plans is…
They never work out like you expect them to.
Because I seduced when I should have abandoned.
I tasted when I should have abstained.
I si
My muscles clench with need.
And now I’m going back for more…because I can’t stay away.
She wakes with a jolt when I creep up behind her in bed.
“Damien?”
I flip her onto her stomach, pressing her face into the mattress.
“What are you doing?”
I peel her shorts and panties down. “Tasting you.”
Proving my point, I swipe my tongue over her plump lips.
She props herself up on her knees, exposing her glistening cunt. “You’re an asshole.”
I chuckle as I spear her with my tongue. She’s not wrong.
Wet sounds fill the room as I eat her out with greed, spanking and kneading her pert behind.
“I should tell you to go fuck yourself.” She grinds that sweet pussy against my mouth, commanding more. “And then make you leave.”
I’d like to see her try.
“You should.” Spreading her cheeks, I flick her puckered hole. “But you won’t.”
She groans deeply as I suckle and lick. “That feels so good.” Reaching behind her she grips my head, pushing my face where she wants me. “Don’t fucking stop.”
Lust blazes up my dick as I devour her little asshole.
“I want you inside me.”
My body hums with urgency as I reach inside the nightstand for lube and pour it down her crack. She gasps when my finger follows and I push it inside her.
“Relax.” I slip my digit out slowly before diving back in. “It will hurt more if you tense up.”
I jerk my cock to alleviate the pressure as I add another finger, stretching her. “Good girl.” Shifting, I line my tip up with her hole. “Now touch your pussy.”
My abs clench as I work my cock head inside her. “Exhale.”
“Why—”
I thrust forward, groaning as the cord of tension breaks free, giving way to pleasure. “That.” Grunting, I pull back and slam into her again.
Ragged breaths saw in and out of her as she grips the bedsheets with her free hand.
“And this,” I rasp, fucking her into the bed with quick brutal thrusts.
Sweat slicks down my skin. My balls draw tight as her sphincter squeezes, sucking me deeper.
“Jesus Christ,” I roar as she milks my dick, coming so hard the entire bed shakes.
My cum seeps out, dripping down her crack but I shove it back in with my thumb while I work my way down her body, kissing her spine as she plays with herself. Her little whimpers and trembles tells me she’s close.
Turning onto my back, I nudge my head between her parted thighs, giving myself a front row seat to the world’s greatest show.
I grab her hips, positioning her pussy in front of my face as she rubs her clit, working herself into a frenzy. “Squirt in my mouth.”
Her hips buck and she spasms, moaning my name as she falls apart. I fervently swallow everything she gives me like the glutton I am until there’s no more and her body gives out.
“If that’s how we make up, I think we should fight more.”
My lips twitch as she drapes her body over mine. “Who says we made up?”
“I did.” She lays her head on my chest. “I’m not your enemy, Damien.”
Reaching down, I fish my cigarettes out of my pocket and light one. “I’m never go
“I lied to protect you. I don’t regret it and I’d do it again if the circumstances called for it. No matter how angry you get with me.”
Stubborn girl.
She traces little circles up and down my pecs. “Can I ask you something?”
“Shoot.”
“Why did you kill your fish?”
“I didn’t. The tank is my piranha’s home…the other fish are his food.”
“Then why go through the trouble of feeding and taking care of all the other fish when—”
“Because of my mother.”
She looks up at me. “What do you mean?”
I draw in a deep breath…and then I tell her things I’ve only shared with one other person before.