Damien stood there in the middle of Obsidian Haven, phone still glowing in his hand. Victor Hale's text burned on the screen. Serena is waiting. Get your ass back here now.
He should have left. He knew it and one more second and guilt would win.
But Raven stepped in front of him, naked except for those thigh high boots with the violet shines. She took the phone from his fingers and tossed it onto the couch.
"Turn it off," she said.
Damien looked at her, he looked at her small waist, her full breasts, and her pussy still glistening from the kitchen island. Her violet streaked hair was wild and her lips were swollen from sucking his cock minutes ago.
He grabbed her and kissed her hard without thinking any more. They stumbled toward the long black velvet couch in the living room. Raven pushed him down first and he landed hard, with his legs spread. She climbed on top of him like she owned him.
"Boots stay on," she whispered against his mouth.
"Fuck yes."
She straddled his lap and her wet pussy rubbed right along his cock. He was already hard against and she rocked her hips slowly, sliding her slick folds up and down his length, coating him.
Damien groaned. "You're dripping all over me."
Raven smiled, dark and dirty. "Good. I want you soaked in me."
She reached down, wrapped her small hand around his thick cock, and lined him up. The head pressed against her entrance and she sank down one inch, then two.
"Unnnhhhggg..." she moaned as he starched her.
Damien's hands gripped her small waist. "Slow. Let me feel every inch."
She didn't listen. She just dropped all the way down until her ass met his thighs. Her pussy swallowed him whole and he felt it, how tight, hot, wet and dripping she was.
"Fuck," he hissed. "So tight."
Raven started riding him. Slow at first, rolling her hips in circles. Her breasts bounced with every move and her swollen pink nipples begging for his mouth.
He leaned forward and caught one between his lips and sucked hard, bit gentle and she cried out and rode him faster.
"Anhhh...yes...such harder."
He switched to the other nipple, tongue flicking and his teeth grazing it. Her pussy clenched around his cock every time he sucked. Wet sounds filled the room with skin slapping skin and her juice ran down His balls.
Damien pulled back just enough to watch. "Look at you. Riding my cock like you need it to breathe."
Raven's head fell back and her hair swung. "I do. I fucking do."
He grabbed her ass with both hands and started thrusting up into her harder and deeper. The couch creaked under them and her boots dug into the velvet cushions.
She leaned forward, with her hands on her chest. "Touch my clit."
He slid one hand between them and found her swollen little clit and rubbed tight circles around it. Raven's moan turned loud and broken.
"Unnnhhhggg... right there... don't stop..."
Her pussy fluttered and she rode him faster , chasing it. Damien kept rubbing, kept thrusting up into her dripping heat.
"Come on my cock," he growled. "Let me feel you."
She came hard, with her body shaking. Her pussy pulsed and squeezed him like a fist. "Unnnhhhggg... Damien... fuck!"
He didn't stop. He flipped her onto her back on the couch in one smooth move still buried deep inside her. Her boots stayed on, with heels digging into his back.
Now he was in control. He pulled almost all the way out, then slamming back in harder, possessively over and over.
Raven's legs wrapped around him. "Deeper... please... ruin me."
He gave it to her, faster and more brutally. The wet slap of his cock pounding her pussy echoed through the penthouse and her breasts bounced with pink nipples shiny from his mouth.
He kissed down her body again while still fucking her. He kissed her collarbone, down between her breasts to her stomach and then lower.
He pulled out suddenly and Raven whimpered at the loss. Damien dropped between her spread thighs and he spread her pussy lips with his thumbs. She was soaked , dripping and clit was pink and swollen.
He licked her from bottom to top in one long stroke and then sucked her clit into His mouth.
Raven's back arched off the couch. "Unnnhhhggg... oh my god..."
He ate her like he was starving. His tongue like flicking her clit and his two fingers backed inside her, thrusting fast. She grabbed his hair and ground against his face.
"I'm coming again–fuck–don't stop–"
She squirted this time, hot and sudden, soaking his chin and the velvet couch. Her whole body shook. Damien climbed back up and slid his cock back inside her in one thrust. She was even wetter now and he fucked het through the aftershocks. He fucked her deeper, possessively ans placing one hand on her throat, and the other on her small waist holding her in place.
Raven's eyes were glassy. "I'm gonna come again... with you inside me..."
"Come," he ordered. "Milk my cock."
She did and her pussy clamped down hard, pulsing and squeezing. "Unnnhhhggg... oh fuck... Damien!"
That was it for him. He buried himself to the hilt and came with a deep growl that shook the crystal chandelier above them. Thick ropes of cum filled the condom as her pussy kept milking him.
He collapsed on top of her, breathing hard and still inside her. Raven wrapped her arms around his neck and she kissed his jaw, then whispered against his lips, voice hoarse and satisfied.
"Again."
Neither of them knew this was only the beginning of an addiction neither could quit.