sex-me boss.

Olivia could feel all the warmth spreading through her. to say she’d missed this man would be an understatement, his touch, his kisses and everything. she just couldn’t wait for him to be inside her and hoped he wasn’t going to torture her like the last one. Very gently, Damon had taken off her blouse and in his opinion, it had taken too long. He’d have liked to simply rip it off, but since she was in a public place and had to leave afterwards, the last thing he needed was to have all the buttons cut off her blouse. He took off his black pants and carried her, her feet wrapped around his waist. He went to press her against the wall and inserted his tongue into her mouth, moving back and forth slowly, and to accompany this, he sent a finger inside her, which drew a moan from her, the sound he liked to hear. The pain he felt in her member was intensifying and he really couldn’t take it anymore. He pulled down the fly of his pants and pulled them down, still trying to make another move, certainly to pull down his boxers when the girl sent her hand in and grabbed his member. Just her hand around his cock had wrung a hoarse moaning cry from him. She was in the process of directing him to her pussy when he stopped her hand.

-You’re taking a long time, so I’ll do it,” Olivia had told him.

She was certainly shy, but he could see that excitement helped her overcome her shyness, a bit like an adrenalin-boosting drug. He smiled mischievously, wanting to keep her waiting, but he couldn’t hold out any longer, since she hadn’t let go of his cock.

-Not without the condom, darling.

He had the condom removed from his pocket and when he tried to untie the wrapping, she took care of it. She snatched it out of his hands and tore off the wrapping. He was so flabbergasted when he saw her put it on him, it remained to be seen whether she’d put it on the right way, but that wasn’t the most important thing, because they were already protected, and that was the most important thing. He tore off what he identified as a thong and penetrated her with a single thrust. Olivia clung to him because he was going so fast and it was sure that last time he’d taken his time because he still considered her a virgin but she couldn’t deny the fact that she liked this brutality, it allowed him to go deep inside her. Damon wasn’t satisfied so he bit her nipple, which made her moan.

-I like that sound, baby, it proves to me that I’m in total control of your body.

She felt herself coming, and Damon saw it too, because she was starting to tighten around his dick, which excited him even more, so he wasted no time and went even harder. Four more strokes, they both exploded and Olivia was full to the brim. She felt as if she were becoming weak, so intense was this orgasm. Damon walked over to the bed and laid her down on it.

-Why did you want me to stay inside you?

-I had no problem with that, so yes.

He kissed her on the lips and left the bed. He picked up the bottle she’d brought with her and walked over to the bed. He filled both glasses and handed her his, which she took and brought straight to her lips.

-But I thought we were going to toast.

-and to what exactly? to our sessions of gallivanting?Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

-Maybe, I don’t have a problem with that, and besides, feel happy because you’re the only one I’m offering this privilege to.

They raised their glasses, after which Olivia drank hers neat. Damon had noticed that she had this habit and he was going to end up thinking she was a frustrated girl or something.

-and I also imagine I’m the only girl you’ve ever been kind enough to take home after she’s fallen asleep after fuck sessions.

-you’re not imagining things wrong because you were lucky enough that I fucked you on a bed in a bedroom. I usually take them on walls and in public toilets without worrying about who might see. So consider yourself lucky.

She could have felt bad or more precisely hurt after all the man’s words, but on the contrary, she felt rather special in his eyes because already the fact that he’d taken her home was a big deal, and the fact that he was taking all his time with her too.

-May I ask why you choose dimmed lighting?

-I like it, and even if I jump at everything that moves, I’m not ready to show you who I am. Now tell me why such a beautiful girl finds herself working among perverted men and especially at night.

She bit her lip because what he was saying was perfectly true, there were parties where you had to be more than strong to avoid these perverted men who had no respect for her, drunk customers who didn’t want to leave at all and all the rest but it was the only job she could get.

-Beauty doesn’t necessarily define our chances in the world of work. It was the only job I could find after my degree, and I’m not complaining. I get paid at the end of the month and I do my job, so that’s that. You’re not going to tell me that this affects you or hurts you because we don’t know each other and I’m just one more on your hit list.

What she didn’t know was that, in Damon’s eyes, she deserved better and he wanted to get her out of this hole where she was exposed to many undesirable things. She was so sweet and so different from anyone else he’d ever met, and for that reason, he didn’t want to leave her there.

-Would you pour me another glass, please?

-Don’t tell me I’ve upset you with this story.

-No, not at all, but I’m just surprised, because considering the kind of man you are, I think I’d have to label you a Don Juan, but yet you’re so concerned about my life and what I might be going through, it’s strange and surprising.

Damon felt they’d talked enough, and that wasn’t what had brought him to Le Bourget. He picked up his glass again and went to put it on the table, returned and captured her lips and a wet kiss followed.