Faking it with Damian Black by Louise Jane

Chapter 43

-DAMIAN-

I woke up to the sound of the hairdryer from the ensuite. With half-shut eyes, I

left the bed and padded across the room, freezing by the ensuite door. Millicent

stood in front of the vanity in the se xiest pair of white lace underwear I had

ever

seen

Her skin glows against the overhead lights, her lithe fingers running through her

damp hair while the other follows with the hair dryer.

Teeth clamped on my lower l*p. I leaned against the door frcommitting to

memory how she shifted her weight on her tippy toes, angling her head side to

side to ch*ck her hair and how her as s looked f u cking fantastic in that barely

there underwear. My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth, eyeballing her

breast. My c ock stirred to life. I remember the way she played with her t its

while I ate her out.

Becoming aware of my watching eyes, Millicent shifted to the side, eyes locking

with mine. Slowly, red stained her cheeks as she smiled sheepishly.

So f ucking cute.

“Hi.” I smiled at her, vacating my spot by the door frame.

“H-hi, she stuttered, throat bobbing up and down as her eyes caressed my bare

chest.

I stood behind her, facing the vanity mirror, rubbing my messy hair. “Have a

shower with me.”

She bit her l*p. “I just showered.”

I smirked, liking how she was trying to resist this pull between us. She would

give in eventually. I went to take that shower: my morning wood wasn’t going

anywhere, even with the ice-cold water pelleting my skin.

I tried not to think about last night. My co ck was raging hard to the point of

being painful, but there was no denying how much I craved to be buried balls

deep in Millicent’s sweet c unt. That wasn’t even a metaphor. I could still taste

her on my tongue. She’s juicer than peaches in July and sweeter than apples

freshly picked from the trees.

I cout of the shower, a towel riding low on my hips. Millicent was now

stroking a brush on her cheeks; her a ss jutted our as she leaned closer to the

mirror. Eyes dropping lower, I groaned at the sight of her legs. Had I mentioned

she had legs for days? She wore strappy red heels. If she did that on purpose,

it’s f ucking working.

One day, I would f uck her wearing nothing but that strappy red heels.

I moved behind her, grabbing my toothbrush and rubbing against her. “Sorry.”

I was anything but.

She blushed, our eyes locking in the mirror. Keeping my spot behind her, I

rubbed against her each chance I got, loving how she gasped when my c ock slid

against the cra ck of her a ss.

If she intentionally teasedwith this underwear and heels, two could play

this game.

Millicent said nothing, but a small smile played on her l*ps. She smooths down

a clear gloss over her l*p. I leaned forward and ground myself against her again,

her eyes widening as my c ock jerked against her a ss.

This wasn’t how I pictured things would go between Millicent and 1. After what

she went through with Rome, this was the

thing the needed, but I couldn’t help it. She could takedown to my knees

just by standing here, looking like the goddess that she was

Pare

1 should be smart about this. I don’t want Millicent running for the hills again,

but the right thing and what I want are the exact opposite, so I tested the waters

again. “I want your l*ps around my co ck.”

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Her eyes rounded l*ps hanging open. “What?”

“You heard me. I want you on your knees so I could f uck your smart mouth,

Millicent.”

Like last night, I fully expected her to slapin the face or sassoff, but she

surprisedagain. She closed the lid of her l*p gloss, tossing it on the small

bag on the counter. Then she turned, hands gripping the edge of the sink.

“I should help Andrea and Candice make breakfast.”

Caging her with my hands on each side of her hips, I pinned her with a heated

stare. Why I’m pushing my luck with her was beyond me. But the fact that she

didn’t telloff made my co ck harder than diamond and stiffer than a pole. I

want to see how far she would letgo this time. I wanted to see her riled up

until she beggedto f uck her, take her the way I wanted to take her since

New York.

“You’re having your breakfast here. I’m gonna stuff your mouth with my co ck so

get on your knees and suck, Millicent.”

To my f ucking amazement, she reached between us and grabbed my di ck

through the towel. I nearly wept with relief at the warmth of her hand. I saw it in

her eyes then, how much she f ucking wanted the sthing I do. She wanted

this, and she liked being bossed inside the bedroom; the d*rty talk turned her

on a f ucking lot.

She lightly squeezed me. I groaned, l*ps curling as my eyelids lowered.

“On your knees, now,” I growled, blindly trying to keep a steady footing. Her

touch was so f ucking intoxicating I see stars dancing around us.

This towel needed to go. I want to feel her hands around my di ck and that f

ucking mouth. G odda mn. She gavean inch, and I wanted to take the mile.

Bending on the waist, I pressed my l*ps on her bare shoulder and scraped my

teeth up her collarbone and throat. I loved how she smelled and how she

tasted. She shivered as I lightly bit on her earlobes, her hands tightening

around my c ock.

A knock on the door startled Millicent, makinggroan and lift my head so I

could stare down at Millicent, growling as she

loosened her hold on me.

“Don’t you f ucking let go of my co ck. Millicent.”

She giggled, pressing her free hand on my chest, lightly pushing

“Millie?” my step-sister called. I heard her trying to open the bedroom door.

“Millie, are you up? We need to be in

ten.”

I frowned at Millicent. She didn’t tellshe planned to leave the house.

“I’ll be out in a minute!” Millicent shot back, and her hands remained holding

my di ck in a warm grip.

We listened for a while, and when Candice didn’t reply, I stared down at

Millicent and admired how effortlessly stunn looked. Her makeup was light,

close to nothing apart from the pink l*pstick she had on. Her golden hair falls

like water over her shoulder. I pushed them back so I could admire her breast

up close and under proper lightning.

“You working already?” I asked, sliding a finger under the strap of her bra,

tracing it up and down. Her hands tightened aroundthe closer I got to her

n*pples.

by

“It’s Georgina. She’s coming to Roslin City today about their anniversary,” she

moaned as I fiicked her n*pples. They pebbled beneath the lacy fabric, pushing

to be relieved.

“That’s it?” I asked, groaning as she released me, fighting the need swirling in

her ey

eyes.

“I have to be there,” she pressed her forehead against my shoulder, both hands

pushing against my chest. “She’s my client.”

“Take Riggs.” I h ooked a finger beneath her chin, giving her no choice but to

lookin the eye. I knew she would protest, but I beat her to it. “That’s not up

for discussion. You won’t even realize he’s there.”

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She gnawed on her lower l*p, “Except that I do.”

“I’m not taking any chances, Millicent.”

She nodded, knowing arguing would be futile. “I have to get ready.”

I looped an arm around her waist. “We have time.”

Her eyes lit up. “We don’t. Candice would know what we’re doing in here.” She

was breathless,

I reluctantly stepped, eyes feasting on her b*dy. “She knows not to meddle with

my business.

I couldn’t help but pull Millicent for a scorching k*ss, groaning at her sweet

taste. She moaned, tossing her arms around my n*eck, rubbing her b*dy against

mine.

F ucking hell. She felt so good. I playfully bit her lower l*p and let her go. “Go

now while I’m letting you.”

Her giggle as she stepped into that white dress was music to my ears.

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