Dameon: Constant Pleasured Filled Torture

"Come." Dameon instructed, kicking off his underwear as he lays languidly on the suede black chaise while beckoning me with an inviting grin.

My legs moved one before the other and before I realised it, I had already reached the edge of the chaise and knelt beside it— almost as if to worship him from where I knelt. His smug grin grows all the more wider as he caresses the top of my head mere moments before his thick and strong fingers pressed against my lips.

I sighed with a shiver running down my spine as my eyes fluttered shut. The anticipation flared from the pits of my stomach, making me grow restless as I suckled on his fingers like a baby does when having a meal.

I want it... So... badly...

"Haa... Stop." Dameon instructed a little gruffly as he retracts his fingers from my lips, leaving a thin trail of saliva running down my chin as the warmth against my tongue felt cold without them.