Chapter 31

Damon

Her mouth was still open.

Cum leaking from her tongue.

Her lips red and ruined. Her face a mess of tears, drool, and satisfaction.

And fuck, I just stood there.

Staring down at her like she was the goddamn altar I was about to sin on all over again.

My cock twitched.

Still fucking hard.

Still soaked in spit and slick and the heat of her ruined throat.

And the way she looked up at me… like I was God, Devil, and Daddy all in one… made every dirty fucking instinct in me snarl to life again.

More?

She whispered it.

Like she didn’t just drink every drop of my cum.

Like she didn’t just take my cock to the base while her mascara melted down her cheeks.

Like she wanted to be broken.

My jaw clenched. My balls ached. My mind spun.

Because no matter how many times I fucked this girl… it was never enough.

Not when she looked like that.

Not when she asked for it.

Not whe