He groaned low at that.
I slapped my hand over my mouth.
“Oh my God. I said that out loud. I actually said that. I admitted it. This is it. This is how I die. My soul is going to detach from my body and float to purgatory and the angels are going to gag when they pull up my file and see what’s currently stuffed inside me. I’m going to have to fight for entrance into heaven while walking bowlegged from your cock.”
I buried my face in the sheets, screaming into them.
“I used to be normal,” I mumbled into the fabric. “I used to be a virgin who drank iced coffee and watched rom-coms and cried about failing Chemistry. And now I’m just… your little s*x doll with no brain and too much c*m in her uterus.”
He finally spoke.
“You love it,” Damon growled.
And my p***y clenched.
Because I did.
