Hannah’s a Minx

DAMIEN

Forbidden fruit. A needy temptress under my touch. And as I drive her head down, the tip of my cock smacking the back of her throat, I force myself to remember why I can't have her.

She's my younger brother's ex-girlfriend, and she doesn't even know. I had multiple opportunities to tell her, but I didn't.

I yank her head up, relishing the way she gasps for air.

I did warn her I wasn't the kind of guy she thought I was.

But then my brother showed up at the club, all drunk and idiotic as

usual. I remember how he touched her, his hand marking her leg. Anger swirls inside me.

The way he spoke to her...

My grip tightens on her hair. "Apologize."

"W-what?" Her voice wobbles in the most perfect way.

"For making me crazy. That a perfect little thing like you would ever be

with a man like him."

She stares at me, shock laced with desire in her eyes.

"Sterling? I—"

Plunging her head down, her answer dies on a choked yelp. I hold her

there, my cock buried in her throat. "Don't say his name. Ever." As I buck my hips back and forth, she makes the sweetest sounds.

Fuckkkk.

I pull my cock all the way out, before I end our night short and spill into her mouth.

Not yet.

Anger sparks in her eyes. "That's ridiculous—"

I force her down for another round. As I hold her longer this time, her moans turn desperate, pleading for me to relent.

I let up, and she nearly chokes, catching her breath. "I'm sorry!" Her black makeup smudges around her eyes.

"Are you?" I coo. "For what?"

"For ever being with him."

My gut clenches when her jaw slackens, sincerity emerging from behind

her eyes. She’s frozen for a moment, before her gaze falls with a keen hunger to my cock, saliva dripping down its length.

"Good girl." I pinch her chin with two fingers. "Now open that little mouth of yours."

She unclasps her lips wide.

"Stick your tongue out and look at me."

Her flat tongue darts out, her eyebrows scrunching together and

eyelashes lifting.

My cock twitches.

I love seeing her this way, on her knees and needy for me. Leaning in

close, I spit down her throat. She jerks back, her mouth clamping shut. "Now thank me."

She hesitates, a glimpse of anger sparking behind her eyes. But then she

bats her eyelashes and bites her lower lip, her demeanor completely anew. "Thank you." Placing her hands on both knees, she opens her mouth again, squishing her tits between her elbows. "Can I have your cock again?" she asks sweetly.

She's asking me to continue face-fucking her... while looking like that. "FUCK," I growl. "So fucking perfect."

I resist the urge to flip her over to her stomach and fuck her right on the

floor. My head spins, astounded before her words, making me question who's really the one in control here.

Standing, I thrust my cock to the back of her throat, both hands buried deep in her hair. "You're such a good girl when you listen."

I widen my stance and thrust harder, retracting all the way to the tip and crashing it back in with a punishing pace. Her tits bounce to my rhythm, rewarding me with a gasp each time I pull out, followed by a high-pitched moan when I slide it back through her tight lips.

"Get on the bed, on your hands and knees."

She scrapples to her feet, rushing to the bed. When she gets in position, I pause, my mouth falling open. Moonlight shines through the large windows, brightening the way her round ass points in the air.

Juices flow down the insides of her thighs, her pussy thoroughly soaked. And when she flicks her head over her shoulder to look at me, her curled hair draping downwards, I nearly weep at the sight. Rushing over and dropping to the floor, my knees scrape the plush carpet. When I grab the front of her thighs and yank her back towards me, a gasp escapes her lips. Groaning, I plunge my tongue into her pussy.

"Oh!" she screams.

I spread her ass cheeks with both hands, working my head in quick motions. In and out. In and out, I fuck her with my tongue. She finds a rhythm herself and pushes back against my face as I lie my arm across her tailbone, driving her stomach into the mattress. She wiggles against my hold, but I tighten my grip in response.

Delving back in, my tongue dances between her folds, savoring her nectar, her essence. Her pussy mewls with slickness with every swipe of my tongue, making her taste even sweeter, like precious honey waiting to be devoured.

Her cries turn desperate, awakening something carnal within me as I lower my head, suctioning her clit. "Yesss," she sighs, her knees sliding against the silk sheets. I suck harder, followed by the swirl of my tongue, before I pull my head away, leaving her panting in a wild craze.

Wetness spills from her entrance, trailing down her skin. Groaning again, I lower myself and collect it with my tongue, dragging all the way to her sex, stopping just before her puffy flesh. "Your taste is so... " I repeat the motion on the other thigh. "Addictive."

She shivers. "I need—"

"I know exactly what you need." I sink two fingers deep into her sopping cunt, and she lets out a high-pitched moan. "You need to open up before you take my cock."

Tilting my fingers downward, I let my thumb rub against her clit. Her walls grip against my digits as I withdraw to the tip.

So tight.

Increasing my pace, I angle towards her G-spot, clamping down hard against her clit with my thumb.

Her moans fill the room until they devolve into cries. "Please, don't stop!" She lifts onto her elbows, arching her ass to the sky. "Don't stop, don't stop!"

Pumping faster, my biceps bulge as I pull her head back by the strands of her hair. Her face contorts, mouth sprawling open in the exact way I want it to. I add another finger, and she takes it all the way, right to my knuckles.

"Come."

She shuts her eyes, her body tensing. I want—no, I need—to see her unravel. Be set ablaze. Succumb to an ecstasy so great that she'll come crawling back to me every night.

She sucks in a sharp inhale, holding it.

I growl. "Look at me when you come."

The whites of her eyes meet mine, her mouth stretching taut on a silent

scream. Swaying her hips, she grinds her clit against my thumb desperately as her pussy contracts on my fingers at a delicious pace.

She slows her movements, chest heaving.

I expect her to topple over on the sheets, breathless. But instead, she rolls over on her back, looking me right in the eyes, a challenge brewing in hers.

She grabs me by my tie, leading me to a sage accent chair next to the window.

"Sit and watch," she purrs.

My heart somersaults with anticipation, before I sink into the seat. Strutting to the windows, her bare ass is nothing short of hypnotizing.

My eyes glue to her, flicking from her silky legs to her full breasts. With the city lights her background in the darkly lit room, she presses her peaked nipples to the glass.

Fuck...

She tilts her head up, her hair falling behind her. Bending her knees, she scrapes her nipples down the hard surface.

FUCK.

I jerk in my chair, ready to spring to my feet and fuck her against the window. But she flings her head in my direction, focusing her fiery attention on me. "I didn't say to move, Damien." Then she resumes to her full height, nipples dragging upwards with a torturous speed.

God, she's gorgeous.

I've never thought a woman was truly gorgeous before.

When I catch her eyes, there's a fierceness to them, something untamed I wouldn't have expected from the girl I met hours earlier. And I realize at this moment, I'll give her anything, buy her anything. All she would have to do is open that pretty mouth of hers and ask.

If I don't get a hold of this soon, she'll be the one ruining me.

But I don't move, continuing to worship each of her motions. She slaps her palms against the glass, high above her head, stretching her ass outwards.

"You don't know what you're doing."

"I'm not doing anything." Her undertone edge with innocence, in a way that tempts me to fuck her senseless, until the only name she can remember is mine.

She's really enjoying herself.

A subtle smile prints on her lips as she grabs both her ass cheeks and spreads them—that's enough.

I burst from my chair.

Her smile widens, and I grip a fistful of her hair. "You think it's funny teasing me?" Ramming my body against hers, I slam my cock inside her in one solid thrust.

"Ah!" she yelps, before I flatten her cheek against the glass.

I fuck her with a punishing pace, not waiting for her to compensate for my size. When her cries fill the room, I plunge two fingers into her mouth. Pleasured screams turn to muffled moans, mingled with loud slapping sounds as my hips pound against her ass.

I pin her tight against the glass. "You like making me crazy, don't you?" Her pussy squeezes on my length in response.

My lips brush her ear. "Whose cum are you catching tonight?" I tighten my grip on her hair, thinking about what Sterling said to her. My mind goes visceral, and the slapping sounds grow louder. "Huh?"

Our eyes connect, hers utterly glazed over. "Yours!" Her cry coats my fingers with saliva.

I remove them from her mouth, and she gasps. "Whose?" Pummeling into her, I sheath my cock deep inside her, as far as it will go.

"Yours!"

"That's right. Mine. Beg for it."

And then I witness the apex of her undoing.

"Please! Please, Damien, give me your cum. Please—"

Licking up her neck, I silence her, feeling her shiver beneath me.

Her body arches instantly, indicating her release. I grab hold of her tightly, continuing to thrust into her as she writhes against me, riding out each pleasurable wave.

When her pulsations ease, I pull out of her quickly, my hand wrapping around my cock. In a rush, she twists and drops to her knees, hunger flashing behind her eyes. When her tongue slides past her lips for me, my knees nearly wobble.

Fucking. Hell.

Pumping my hand across my length, I chase the need to mark her as mine. I press my palm to the glass, supporting my weight, until my tip becomes so tight it almost hurts as cum shoots out.

Angling down to her face, I watch as she eagerly catches the droplets. A white pool forms atop her tongue, some dripping off the sides, landing on her tits.

I've never come so hard in my life.

Air whooshes from my lips as I glance down, trying to fight the surprise that must be visible on my face. But she smirks knowingly, a dribble of cum visible on the corner of her mouth, before she swallows.

Yep, I’m ruined.