[Cara]Damon’s tongue sweeps into my mouth, and our tongues dance together.He slides his hand down my waist to cup my ass, drawing up the hem of my nightshift until he reaches bare skin. His fingers knead my flesh, digging into my plump ass, leaving a slight sting from his assaults from yesterday’s ride. Though it doesn’t hurt, albeit it only amplified the amorous sensation skirting my body.My arms wrap around his neck, gasping as I press my body into his incredibly hard one, opening my mouth wide under his and welcoming his euphoric invasion.My self-consciousness about how bad my breath is faded into the thin morning mist. I shivered, not from the cold weather surrounding us but against him, even though his heat wrapped the warm air around me. He grips my ass and yanks me up. I wrap my legs around his waist, rubbing myself against him while clinging to him like a koala. Fuck, he’s so strong. He holds me up like I weigh nothing, he isn’t even straining as we continue to kiss. The
[Cara]What he said made my heart skip a beat, but my head was too clouded to even understand what he meant and before I could even respond. Damon covers me on top, squashing my tits, and kisses me. My legs wrap around his waist without being told what to do, and his fully erect shaft rubs against my pussy. The linen fabric of the blanket tangled around my legs, the material skidding on my skin. The smell of my own arousal heightened my senses and I could taste the bittersweet essence of myself in his mouth. But surrounded by the white noise created by heavy rain and thunder makes the entire moment more sensual and intimate. I never enjoyed the rain more and did not think of this. It’s like each beating of the wind lashing against the window glass plays an intense rhythmic song just for us to dance. Damon kisses every bit of me he can reach, his lips and tongue flitting over my skin, running down the slope of my throat. I squirm beneath each touch, each brush of skin against skin.
[Cara]He puts his tongue back into my lips and kisses me till I’m drunk with him, never breaking stride as he continues to pound inside of me. He stooping down and kissing me like this makes me feel like I’m about to pass out. His lips go to nibble my ear and then down my neck as he teases me, which results in shivers all over my body and nipples that are so hard they might cut into his chest. He lets go of one of his hands holding onto my hips and resumes tittering with the other hand playing with my tits. He can’t seem to keep his hands off them. And I welcome each tweak, pinch, and pluck like the strumming of guitar chords.But I want more. I want him deeper and deeper.I locked my legs around him, keeping him plunged so deep. I rolled us so that I was on top. I leaned down to kiss him and then started to roll my hips. He pulls my torso down, so my tits hang in his face, then he takes turns sucking each of my nipples. I groan and grind down on him faster. The position makes it s
[3rd POV—Damon]Cara tensed. Her entire body went rigid, and while Damon was still deeply embedded inside her, he could feel her skin becoming cold with dread.The once amorous atmosphere was gone, and the chilly weather had now seemed through the room, significantly dropping the temperature.Fuck Davien! He curses under his breath, listening to his brother’s joyous laughter fading down the hall.Whatever it is that made him barge unannounced in here rather be important, or else, he swore, he’s going to kill him.Damon leaned down, kissing the center of her spine, hoping to ease the tension wrapping around her. She was trembling, her wide eyes still riveted on their reflection on the glass pane. It took her a second before everything dawned on her, and she started kicking him out of her, but he held her down.“No, please stay still.”But knowing how obstinate she could be, of course, she butted and tried to turn away. “Fuck! Damon, Davien just saw us!”“I know, just…keep still.” He gr
[3rd POV—Damon]Davien’s optimism suddenly dampens, and then his face turns sour, frowning upon realizing that he isn’t going to get the answer he wants. Like a child denied buying his favorite toy. “Come on, I was happy, you know.”He had been ranting about for a while now about how he wanted me to have a child and what it meant to have that kind of responsibility.“I can’t afford to have a child right now, Davien.”Not when danger lurks around every corner of their lives and while Burson is free, wreaking havoc. Not only that, but he also has Cara to look after. She’ll be vulnerable and become an easy target.“Look, I am here.” Davien raises his hand while pointing to himself. “I’ll make sure she or he will be sheltered and safe while you kick some ass.”Does he really think it would be that easy?There were far too many aspects to take into consideration. Cara, most importantly, her well-being is on top priority. If she ever wanted to have a baby. It’s her body, and as much as how
[3rd POV—Someone]A woman’s loud moans reverberated into the four-cornered office. Various high-caliber guns and other types of weapons were decorating along the walls. The heavy scent of tobacco and sex lingered humidly in the air.“Aaaaah!”A large centennial wooden oak desk was set in the center, and on top of it was a naked woman, gripping tightly on the edges while a man’s face was subbed between her thighs, rough tongue painfully assaulting her clit. His teeth clamped over her clit and drew it until the tender flesh tightened like a rubber band. Two fingers are pumping in and out vigorously into her lubricated hole so deep that it hurts.The woman cried, gasping and moaning, this time in pain and pleasure. Her entire body trembling, her knees bent up, heels digging into the leather armchair behind the desks.“Dat klopt, hoer. Kreun voor me!” (That’s right, whore. Moan for me!) The man exasperatedly growled, pulling out his hands and bringing them down to smack her on her tendere
[Cara]I don’t know where I should begin to describe the humiliation that is currently permeating every part of my body. That despite the fact that the door was closed, I was still able to see the ghost of Davien laughing at us while humping over in the most obscene way.Gosh, if only I held the power to make the earth crack into half and swallow me whole, I could have done it already by now.My face still burns red while my cunt throbs from the most amazing morning sex I ever had. The shame was gnawing at me from the inside out and pouring out from every bit of my pore.As much as Damon tries to assure me that everything is going to be okay, I highly doubt that. I could only imagine Davien holding up a megaphone and announcing to everyone he met what he just saw. He’s a complete jerk, the two of them.Oh, God.What should I do?I can’t go anywhere. It’s raining cats and dogs. The thought of driving in this weather increases a higher risk of accidents on the road.“No, Cara.” I gasped
[3rd POV—Nancy]It was already past dusk when the rain finally stopped pouring just in time for the last movie they had set up for the whole day to come to a conclusion.“Wow, that was insane,” Cara exclaimed exuberantly as she flicked the lights on while nibbling some popcorn leftovers.“Right? I never could have predicted the ending right and it turned out to be much more satisfying than I had anticipated. We should watch that again.” Nancy stood up, stretching her arms over her head, and bent her back before she picked up the empty soda cans littering on the floor.The time flew by faster than the wind, and when she flicked her gaze on her wristwatch, she was surprised to see it was getting late. They spend the entire day hogging inside Damon’s theatre room, which is all worth it.“It was almost eight. I should get going.”Cara whips her quizzical gaze at what she said, one brow lifting. “Aren’t you going to stay for dinner?”Nancy thought about it for a moment, considering her fri