Still inside of me, he gently lowered us to the ground and began to fuck me against the hardwood floor. He placed his hand around the back of my head to prevent it from slamming against the wood as he rammed into me. My hands were wrapped around his muscular ass, palming it as he moved in and out. At one point, Damien reached behind himself and grabbed my hands, pinning them over my head as he fucked me harder. I gladly gave up the control, feeling blissfully powerless—drugged—by this man. “I’ll never get enough of this,” he whispered in my ear. “You are so fucked, Chelsea Jameson, because I’m
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