chapter 74

"Why do you think I brought you to Paris?" Damien grins. "I want to fùck you. Hard."

Damien carries me from the floor and sets me on the couch. He kneels infront of me, planting kisses on my thighs. He slowly takes off my panties and parts my legs gently. Then he digs his head between my legs. His tongue is smooth and wet on my kitty. I hold the arm of the couch tight when he starts teasing my clìt. I let out a breathless moan, looking up at the glowing lights of the Eiffel tower. I completely lose it when he digs his tongue inside me and starts stroking. I roll my eyes back, grabbing his hair in my hands. With each stroke, I get weaker and moan louder. He strokes and strokes and strokes until I reach climax.

My Fùcking God.

That was the most mind-blowing òrgasm I've ever had. Nothing compares to it. Nothing comes close.

Damien looks up at me with a smile. He's so satisfied with himself after the euphoric ride he just gave me. And his tongue is magic. Didn't know that little organ can