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Jessa Wilder
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September 14 - September 14, 2024
He reaches down, bands his arm right below my butt, and lifts me over his shoulder, snapping me out of my daze. “Put me down!” I squeal and try to pinch his back. He shuffles me higher, shoulder landing into my stomach.
“And now she’s with me. She needs to sober up. We have things to go over,” Damon says firmly. Things?
tomorrow!” I shout it over the music, but I’m cut off with a crisp smack against my ass.
“Ow!” I whine, even as heat pools between my legs. My panties should not be getting wet over him. “You can’t do that!” “Don’t move.” He squeezes my ass, the sting changing to a tingling ache, sending shock waves to my clit. I squirm, and my thighs rub together, searching for friction. If I didn’t need a release before, I do now.
“I can walk.”
He jerks when I pinch his back hard enough it’ll bruise, but he only tightens his grip around my thighs. I pinch him again. “Where are you taking me?”
“I’m bringing you somewhere to sober up,” he says darkly, his hold tightening on my wrist, just shy of hurting. “Oh…thanks.”
“What were you thinking?” he murmurs under his breath.
“That I needed to get laid.” Oops.
“You came to my club to hook up with some guy?”
“Well, technically, I didn’t know it was your club until right now… It’s nice… And it was more of a let-myself-loose situation than a booty call.” “Jesus Christ.”
“Fuck it,” Damon growls and crowds me, forcing me to take several steps backward until my back connects with glass. I barely register that we’re in a private room overlooking the dance floor before Damon’s mouth is claiming mine. He takes control, tongue rough as he punishes me with his kiss. It’s sharp, fast, all teeth and demand. I struggle to pull back, but he holds me still. I shouldn’t be doing this—he’s my freaking boss—but he’s lit my body on fire, and I can’t seem to care. I kiss him just as hard, fighting for my own control. He grips the back of my neck and groans when I nip his
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Damon turns his abuse toward my neck, sucking and biting the tender skin.
His fingers bury in my hair, then tighten, forcing my head back and to the side, making more room for him. Sharp teeth sink into my neck, and I moan, fisting his shirt at the feel of his bite. “What are you doing?”
“Marking you,”
He grips my jaw between his thumb and forefinger and forces my head back to meet his gaze. “If you need to come, you come to me.” I freeze, in too much of a daze to fully understand what’s happening. “What? Why—”
He cuts me off with an earth-shattering kiss and lifts me so my legs wrap around his waist and his hips sink between my thighs. My eyes roll back, and my mouth drops open when the shape of his hard cock lines up perfectly against me, applying a delicious pressure I desperately need.
We groan simultaneously at the much-needed friction. He lets go of my mouth and whispers into my ear. “That’s my girl. Rock your pretty pussy against me.” “I’m not yours.”
His breath fans over the spot he just abused, and he whispers dangerously. “That so?”
“This is mine.” He twists my nipple, sending shards of electricity tumbling through me, and I buck against him, lust completely taking over all my senses. “Yes,” I gasp and roll my hips, willing to say anything he wants to get him to continue touching me, searching for the right position to hit my clit with the head of his cock, desperate for more.
“Such a good girl.” He drags his hand down my body, exploring it like he’s mapping every inch of me by touch alone. I quiver in his arms when his firm palm meets the bare skin of my thigh and slowly travels up under my skirt.
“Do you know what good girls get, Little Nymph?”
“Good girls get to come.” “Please,”
whimper his name as he sinks two fingers inside me. “Look at you, soaked for me. Ready. This pussy knows she’s mine.”
“I need more,” I grind out through my teeth. “Take it. Fuck my fingers,”
I wrap my arm around his neck, leveraging myself, and grip his hair as I work myself on his fingers. Damon’s breath comes out in hot pants against my jaw, and he bites down on the edge at the same time his palm massages my clit. I forget to breathe as I rock against him, my head buzzing with the lack of oxygen. “That’s my pretty little pussy, fucking herself so well.”
“Come for me.” Tingles shoot up my spine as my entire body pulls tight, and then my orgasm crashes over me in shuddering waves. “Damon.”
“That’s it. Say my name....
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He carefully lowers me to the floor and bands an arm around my back for support. “You’re fucking stunning when you come.”
wasn’t this. He doesn’t smile back, his gaze intense. “Say you’re mine.” I startle, and I’m surprised by just how much I want to say it. Even if it’s just to see his reaction. “I’m no one’s.” His grip tightens before letting me go. “We’ll see.”
“I need to renew my H-1B visa, and as my new boss, you’re the only one that can fill out the paperwork. It’s a rush, so if I get it to you tonight, could you have it signed and back to me on Monday?” My words tumble out of me in a rush.
“No.” “What do you mean no?” He huffs out a breath. “I’m not signing the document.”
“But we just…” “We just what?” he deadpans, voice completely void of emotion.
“You’re an asshole.” “Never said I wasn’t.”
“It’s time to go.” “Are you kidding me right now? I’m not going anywhere with you.”
“You can either get in the car, or I’m going to drag you back into my private room and fuck the fight out of you.”
“Your choice.” “You can’t do that.” “Can’t I? Do you really think if I get you alone, you wouldn’t beg for my cock? Just like you did earlier.”
My dick grows harder at the thought, and I give her hands a sharp tug, drawing a gasp from her perfect lips, swollen from our kiss. I tilt my head and warn, “I’m dead serious, Nymph. What’s it going to be?”
“What is it going to be?”
Nicholas steps out. “I’m sorry, boss.”
“I’ll go with him.” I rear back. “What?” “Listen to me, Damon. Unless you’re going to physically restrain me, I am not getting in your car.”
“But you’ll get in Nicholas’s car?” “Yes.”
“Damon.”
“Let Nicholas take her home. We’ve got things to do.”
“Mr. Everette, I resign.” She startles at her own words, fear lancing her face. Her mouth drops open in shock at what she’s said.
“Not until I’m married, Miss Hart. That’s your job. Then you can do whatever you want to.”
“You can’t do that!” Her brows pull together. “I’ll get another job.” Anger flashes through me. “Not in my city.” “Why?”
“Nicholas, take her home. Don’t lose her again.” “I won’t, boss. I swear,”
“Fix that.” “Oh, so you’re talking to me now?” Matthias responds. “Can you fix the door or not?” “Yes I can fix the fucking door.”
“I’ll have someone manning it before the morning.” “Good.”
