8. Mila

You'd come a thousand times on me before I've finished with your body...

Even before the sun peaked up into the sky, I'm soaked in sweat from a nerve wracking dream of Damien's cock and some hidden desire to wrap my mouth around it like I'm slobbering on a lollipop.

I stretch my legs out, taking a moment before I dip my finger in my throbbing hole to confirm what I already know. I'm wet. Gushing just at the thought of his monstrous, bulging rod.

"Oh fuck," I moan, spreading my thighs, and running my hand along the skin of my inner thigh, teasingly. I don't give into my need quickly, instead I work myself into a frenzy. My orgasm will be more powerful if it's drawn out.

I clench my insides, and stop my fingers next to my pussy lips, dancing my fingertips along my sensitive flesh.

"Oh Damien," I call out in a breathy moan. My eyes flutter closed as I picture his muscular body rippling with each thrust as he ran his cock along the length of my slit.

I know Kass said this is dangerous territory to tread but my pussy doesn't care. All I want is to be filled by a satisfying cock. Damien's - I'm sure - will be more than satisfying.

I finally relinquish and let my fingers glide along my slit, coating wetness from my arousal all over my cunt, making my clitoris nice and slick for my fingers to rub and work until I'm arched and shaking.

The way Damien came to my aid so quickly - is impressive. It's one of his most attractive qualities.

Besides, there was no real harm in thinking of him while I fucked myself with my fingers. No. The danger was in letting him fuck me. This will be my little secret.

I tauntingly slide my middle finger into my pussy slowly, edging out a little and back in while my thumb rubs circles against my clitoris. Warm heat builds along my vagina, complimented by the soft butterflies swirling in my stomach the faster I pump my finger into me.

"Your cock feels so good baby. So fucking good!" I'm whining and purring like a cat in heat. I arch my hips and bounce my hips forward, like I'm trying to capture every inch of his delicious cock.

In this moment, I've never wanted him more. I have half a mind to call him to get him over here and in between my thighs but I bite my lip and stop myself. Don't be careless.

I roll my eyes, but am pulled back into my fantasy by the pleasure as I insert another finger into my dripping cunt. Damien would be satisfied by how slippery and turned on I am. His cockiness would be portrayed in the skillful movements of his hips. I remember the way he fucked that girl on stage at the Gentleman's club.

I ignore what feels like the pang of jealousy in my chest and ride the horny feelings ignited from those memories. My nipples harden.

"Look how hot you make me? Suck on my nipples baby."

My mouth goes slack and the warmth in my pussy becomes too much, overwhelming pleasure takes over me and the room is filled with the wet, slapping noises of my fingers and palm slamming against my moist box.

"I'm gonna cum," I choke out.

"Oh shit, oh fuck, fuck, fuck. Damien!"

Blinding, hot, ecstasy fills me to my core and I my legs shake, pussy tightening around my fingers, and muscles contracting as I come so hard.

As if on cue my phone goes off. I jump, and the first thing I think is that it's Damien.

I almost throw my phone against the wall when I realize it's only an alarm. There's also a text from Cole.

Another dumbass fucking apology.

I delete it. Fuck him.

He played me. Said he was gonna throw me the money for my credit cards and wanted to be on good terms, got pissed when I called him out in the car and left me fucking stranded. He could kiss my ass.

Months wasted with that asshole.

When I climb out of bed my pussy lips are slick, sliding together from coming and I grin. It's been a while since I've gotten any release. I never came during sex with Cole. He isn't one to make sure I get off first. Sex was like some fucking game for him to see how quickly he could come, like a fucking race between us and he'd win every time.

I roll my eyes.

I comb through my closet and linger on a tight pencil skirt and a fitted lavender blouse. This will accentuate all my curves.

I stop for a second. What the fuck am I doing? I'm going against what Kass told me and it's like I could care less. This is how it starts. Tight clothing, naughty gazes, secret sexy touching.

Oh my god.

I cover my mouth with my hand. I've turned into my fucking mother. Since when did I give a shit about these things? If I want to look sexy it's not because of Damien, it's because of myself. Looking good and feeling confident make for a good day.

So does a nice fuck.

As I stroll to the bathroom I worry my head will be in the gutter all day.

***

I'm thankful Damien's day is swamped with meetings and court appearances. I truly am falling off the fucking wagon. My hormones are getting in the way of my ability to be professional. I mean just this past two hours I've repeatedly thought about spreading my legs to reveal my fishnet stockings and the fact I'm panty-less, and sliding my pussy over a nice fat cock.

I need to go on a fucking date. I slide my hand over my face. Or join tinder. One or the other.

I don't understand how I can want cock so bad when that's the sole reason I'm in many shitty predicaments. In debt, because of the dick, single because of the dick, I just can't win.

There's always The Gentleman's club.

"Mila," Damien calls, dragging me to reality. I blink quickly and suppress the feeling of warmth coming to my cheeks as Damien stands in the doorway of his office, looking more attractive than ever.

His suit is dark, crisp and clean, fitting around his fit body perfectly. His facial hair is trimmed and his eyes are overwhelming orbs of colors.

He notices me excessive staring and grins.

"I'm sorry, am I interrupting something?"

"N-no," I stutter and clear my throat. He snickers and let's his humorous and suspicious gaze linger on me, silently, for a little.

I shift in my seat and attempt to act like I'm not bothered by his presence.

"Did you need something, Sir?"

"I'd like you to accompany me to lunch with a client."

I tilt my head curiously. This is the first time I've ever been asked to a client lunch. I'm anxious but happy to get out of the office.

"Oh, of course. Did you need me to take notes or something?"

He nods.

"Something like that."

My heart races a little. I begin to gather my stuff.

"We'll take my car," he adds. I stop and look back over to him. It probably isn't the best idea for us to be stuck in a car alone.

"I can meet you if it's easier? I have to run to get a few more copies of -"

He holds up his hand to interrupt and shakes his head.

"No, forget those things. We'll carpool."

Once my purse is over my shoulder, I rise and follow alongside him, noticing the way our arms brush together and electricity flows in my veins. Ugh, and he smells so fucking good.

I half expect Kassandra to come around the corner and notice the sexual tension between us and kidnap me, but I have no luck.

We stand side by side as the elevator doors close behind us and I have to mentally yell at myself to keep from looking at him. One move and I was gonna end up getting fucked against an elevator wall.

I press my fingers against the bridge of my nose.

"You alright?"

"Just peachy."

When we've finally slid into our seats in the car, I calm down. That is until his hand grazes my thigh when he switches gears and instead of closing my legs tightly, I feel myself press them open wider to graze him again.

Damien looks at me for a moment, eyes glancing back and forth between my thighs and his hand and he grins.

"You look a little tense today, Mila."

I'm silent. My voice will be a breathless, raspy whisper anyways.

"I can think of a few things that would help."

"Oh I'm sure you can." The words are out of my mouth before I can filter them. His brows raise slightly and he licks his lips slowly. "You're going to get me into trouble," I mumble.

"How so?"

"Probably because all I can think about is your tongue."

"We are going to lunch, Mila if you'd like to give me a taste."

I gasp.

"I bet your pussy is sweet. Something I can savor on my tongue."

I sigh gently and move my hips slightly. He notices the way that makes my skirt slide up. His hand tightens around the steering wheel. His cock is hard in his pants.

"I think you should drive now or I doubt we'll make it to the client." I hate that I sound rational. From the look he's giving me, this is bound to end with my pussy on his tongue.

He turns the key to the car and chuckles.

"You're a smart woman." He pulls out onto the street.

"But soon it'll be unavoidable, Mila. You'll give into your desires and I'll claim you with my cock."

Oh my god.