Date = 22 November
Place = San Francisco (Damion’s house)
POV – Damion
WARNING – s*x scene!!!
Her mouth closes around me, suction firm, deliberate, her tongue sliding where it knows damn well it shouldn’t. My knees buckle.
“Mel,” I gasp, half warning, half prayer. She looks up at me — sinfully smug, devious, eyes glittering with mischief and intent. She knows exactly what she’s doing to me. Worse, she’s enjoying it.
She sucks harder, one hand palms my sack, rubbing with just enough edge to border on painful. Somehow, it enhances the sweet, wonderful torture.
My thighs tense, my control already fraying.
“Jeezzzuusss,” I growl, reaching down and fisting her hair — not to stop her, never that — just to anchor myself to something solid. To keep from embarrassing myself like a nerdy tee
