NEVER EVER FORGET

His wet lips trace a fiery path down my cheeks and settle on my neck, every nerve in my body igniting with longing. My bones feel like jelly, barely able to support me as I surrender to the intoxicating sensation of his touch. My arms instinctively wrap around his head, urging him not to stop the magic he is weaving with his kisses. With each touch of his lips, my moans escape me uncontrollably, filling the air with the sound of our shared desire.


Time stands still, and all that exists is the heat between us and the electricity crackling in the air. His plans for tonight may have to wait because this is too deep to put aside.

I yank my right hand from his neck and wet it with my saliva, then I slink it beneath his bathrobe, grabbing his glorious protruding cock and stroking it with my hand. Its size has presumably doubled due to its arousal; the veins are easily felt, and I can imagine how greenish they look, giving it a nasty, beastly look. I relish how sweet it slides up and down my hand with a moan as Damian captures one nipple in his warm mouth, tucking it between his teeth. He gives it a gentle bite, making me shudder and setting every muscle of my wobbling body on fire. I wonder why they are not burning with soreness from the sucking and pulling they have received for these seven days. He ought to be so experienced in this field.

He pulls away to attest to his magical sparks on me. My eyes were shut to the pleasure, and they only flickered when he pulled away, boring into his. I stop stroking his cock, and his eyes briefly latch tightly. "Shit! Don't stop doing that," he hoarses, and like an obedient girl, I embark on nuzzling his cock, and he peels his eyes. "Good girl. Can we now steal a few minutes and finish this? You don't want to go out looking like a hungry-for-sex hot babe, right?"


Oh well, no. "You sure know how to have your way, huh?" I implore.

"Don't ever tempt me again," he says confidently, and he has repeated this to me countless times.


This is really stroking his ego. Well, I will give him that. I should have known I was tinkering a fire that would surely burn me. "At least I know what to do whenever I yearn for this sweet cock," I say with a seductive, bitchy smirk as I serve him more pleasure with my hand.

"Or you could just ask. I won't deny you," he groans, almost exploding with lust.

"Copy that. Now take this fucking robe off, please," I say, and he pulls it off so fast. "I want to have a bite of this delicious meat," I tease as I trail my way down with my free hand, kissing his v-line all the way down until I am on my knees.

I lick his cock, and he almost leaps with pleasure. "Ooh, fuck! It's all yours, baby!"

I lick it again, peeking up at the beautiful scene of him cuddling his lower lip with his teeth, perhaps to quash a moan, and his eyes shut, savoring the pleasure I'm giving him.

I take his member in full length and start sucking it up and down. I start slow and deep, and as he helps me thrust in at a rhythmical pace, his moans emphasize the satisfaction I am giving him. I guess that biting his lip didn't work.

"Ooh!" He groans when I pull away after a few minutes.

"My knees are turning to ice," I mumble.

Damn this cold floor!

"Shit! Sorry, baby. You blew my mind, and I forgot you were on your knees. Are you okay?" He asks, worries registered in his tone as he helps me to my feet.

As soon as I get on my feet, he scoops me up, my legs wrapping around his waist and my hands hugging his neck.

"Are you okay?"

Well, his question had slipped out of my mind.

"I am. You don't want me to finish that?" My lips are trembling against his as I quiz, my hands caressing his neck.

"Not at the expense of you turning into ice. You can finish it like this." He jerks my hips back and degrees his sharp needle to my entrance, and he pushes it all inside.

Before he begins to thrust, he ambles us in front of the vast mirror on the walk-in cabinet. I had to check where he was going. He is just full of naughty, crazy, but sweet ideas. This is the second time he is going to make love to me in front of a mirror. It's weirdly mind-clogging to see a clear picture of him fucking me like this.

"What do you see?" He implores when our eyes meet on the reflection.

And here comes the same question. He asked this even the first time we did it.

Darn! I had to blush at that first. What am I supposed to respond to again, huh? That I see a stunning sight of both of us naked and his cock comfortably resting in me?

"A..." Ahem! "A beautiful couple," I whisper, my face burning up with redness.

"We are beautiful, aren't we?"

"Ooh!" A moan escapes my lips as he begins thrusting in, and I automatically begin moving my hips to his rhythm. "We are."

"Always remember this site of ours. Making love like this. And all our beautiful memories together. And this." He cups my butt and picks up a higher pitch, slamming into me fast and deep. Furious but sweet, I would say. "Your eyes are on me, Ellie!" He summons me when I start closing my eyes to the pleasure.

I peel them, albeit managing between half closed and half open, my moans and our hefty breathing resonating the entire floor of this empty hotel.

"You are mine, okay?" he implores.

"Yes. I... Ooh! I am all yours, baby." At this point, I hope he just stops talking because I might end up biting my tongue as I struggle between moaning and responding to his questions.

"Don't ever forget that, Ellie. You solely belong to Damian Almeda!"

He captured my lips for a savage kiss, and as we both near our orgasms, I can't help but wonder—what on earth can dare make me even think of forgetting this? Or him?