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His smug face makes me want to fucking punch him.

"I won't fucking beg. I don't want this, so I won't beg,” I growl, fisting my hands. But for some reason, my pussy contracts around him, making his eyes roll back in pleasure. I'm still cock-warming him, I realize, so I lift my hips. I move until I'm lying next to him, "Just do it and let's get it over with."

"No way. I want to savor it," he says and stands up to pull his shirt off and push his shorts fully off. Now we're both naked. The fact that he looks like an underwear model —sans the underwear— it's so, so annoying, "All I want is to hear your sweet voice begging me. Saying: Please, Damon. Please touch me.”

"Please, Damon," I repeat in a monotone voice, but I know he'll say it's not good enough because that's just what he does. He wants to push me to every limit. I sigh and try my best to sound sincere, "Please, Damon… I want to feel your hands on me, please touch me."

He just looks at me. He's not smiling anymore, he's
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