THE DESIRES

He leaves me perplexed and enthusiastic. His actions are worrisome, but the news he brings is so overwhelming, the feeling dominating every other feeling. I leap enthusiastically to the satchel and open it with a wide grin, a sense of new hope and fresh beginnings sweeping across my mind.


It is freaking over. The suffering is over. The long wait is over. The doom is over. The new dawn is here. Get ready for me, world!

I want to tell the whole world that fate has finally smiled at me. I want to let my father know that my stubbornness has won over him for the second time. That woman just opened amidst all the doors he had closed for me. I want him to know that he has lost this battle because, with the $5 million, I will be glad to live with it, and there is nothing that he can do now to bed me to his wants. I want him and everyone to know that the havens have remembered me, but there is just one person he deserves, and they are all worthy of receiving this good news first.

I grab my phone and dial the number of the first person I would love to share the news of my joy with. My Damian!


"Hello, gorgeous! Miss me already?" His voice echoes with a mild sound in my ears. A tone I always admire and miss terribly when he is not with me.

Damn!


How can I not miss him if I am still smelling his pheromones and cumin? He slept here last night for the first time, and we made the moment memorable. I tasted him again after a long time, and as usual, his hot sex left me even more hornier. I want him even more now.

"Mmh, no!" I lie, and my hard nipples are mocking me beneath the bra. They are so aroused just by thinking of him and our wild, heated moments.

"Liar! Did you enjoy last night?" His voice is vague but pudgy.

Enjoy? It was heavenly. It was terrific. And did I enjoy it? Whenever didn't I? Even that one time that it felt like rape, I still did. "You are a beast. How can anyone not enjoy you?" I mutter, feeling so damn hot that I had to sit down.

Goodness! The thought of his fingers inside of me and my nipples in his warm mouth, his sweet tongue fucking and sucking me, or his adorable sweet cock inching into me roughly and sweetly is setting me ablaze. I'm in heat. I'm craving him so badly.

"I am not talking about just anyone because there is no one else. I am only interested in what I make a particular someone feel—you, Ellie!" I hear a slight sigh from his end, and he speaks in a low tone, 'So did you like it? Did you enjoy my cock pumping in your sweet wet pussy?" He implores.

"Mmh! I did; I always do, Damian! So much so that I want to feel your cock inside me once again right now. I want to feel your hands squeeze my already painfully hard nipples. I want to feel myself vibrating beneath you as you fuck me hard and sweet." I'm barely whispering. The air around me is getting hotter with every passing second. My pants are wet already, and my pussycat is calling for him. I'm heaving rapidly with desire.

I want to sneak my hand beneath the top and bra and squeeze my hard nipples. But I know I can't make myself feel what he makes me feel. His touch is magical. His ways of touching me are unique. Nothing can equal him. It is an insult to even think anything else or anyone else giving half of the satisfaction that he gives me. Nothing can. No one can!

"Mmh. Why don't you come over to my office, baby? My cock is already hard for you," He says, a very bad joke for my horny self.

Damn it! That meat is so bewitching when it is erect. Just a look at it and my brain is blown. I can only imagine. "Oh! I want to touch it, lick it, and bury it deep in the base of my mouth. I want to suck all the juice inside it and savor its taste down my throat," I brat out. I was never a brat, but to him, I am. I can go all naughty on him, and I will still be proud.

"Fuck! Just bring your pussycat here, Ellie! I'm stroking my cock just to calm it down. I want to fuck you now, baby, right now! My cock and I are waiting for you!" He groans.

Is he really touching himself? The way he is groaning, the way his breathing is reaching me from this end—he must be really calming that little beast of his down.

I'm filled with a very dark, possessive desire and annoyance. I should be the one stroking it, not him! I should be the one calming it down. The idea of feeling that sweet meat in my mouth is so strong. It's around my walls where it should be caged, not between his hands.

"Don't you dare touch my cock, Damian! I'm coming." I warn.

"Fucking shit! No! Not here, Ellie! It is too far. I want to find you sprawled on my bed, naked and ready for me." He groans, and I can feel his hoarse breathing through the phone.

I can only imagine what kind of lusted-after beast he looks like right now.

"Ooh, you will, baby. You will find me in your bed naked, with my legs wide and spread for you. My wet pussy will be waiting for your cock to penetrate it. Ooh, I'm so wet already, Daddy."

"Shit! In twenty. See you in twenty minutes, baby! Fuck! I don't even know how I will handle my poor cock in those twenty minutes, damn it!"

He hangs up after cursing, and like an obedient sub, I grab my keys, and my urge drags my horny arse out of my house. It seems like he is in so much trouble with his cock. I cannot afford to keep him waiting.