EMMA DAMIAN 29

E M M A

That fucking jerk.

I had no idea how he'd done it, but he'd started by hammering on my front door and finished up with my thighs wrapped around his head while giving me the best damn oral I'd ever had in my life.

How did he do it so consistently? It's as if he knew precisely how to take advantage of me.

Or perhaps it was something more, something deeper.

Damian forcing his tongue inside of me, the stiff wetness making my eyes wide, completely wrecked my stream of thinking. I struggled, attempting to deal with the ecstasy coursing through my body as Damian licked and stroked me just how I want.

It didn't hurt that he could entice me as no other man could. When the orgasm finally hit, I was delighted to have his arms wrapped around my hips to keep me in place. Otherwise, I may have easily fallen forward.

As the climax faded from me, he smirked, my knees still shaking and my chest heaving in and out. That fucker, that dude, understood exactly what he was doing.

"Come on in."

He stepped up and placed his right arm around my waist, effortlessly lifting me off the stool.

“Hey!

"I yelled, kicking my legs. "Please record my name! ”

But it was only funny to him, his chest heaving with laughter as he carried me into the bedroom.

He bent over at the waist and placed me on the bed with another smooth heave. Damian towered over me, that confident grin lingering on his lips, as if he knew I wanted him without even asking.

He did not seek my consent. Instead, he undid each of his buttons one by one. My gaze was drawn to his bare skin and well chiseled muscles.

It really irritated me. Damian's strategy was always the same: he'd just go for it, figuring that seeing him naked in front of me would be enough to make me want him.

And what I despised the most was that he was always correct.

"Tell me what you want," he said quietly, his gaze fixed on mine.

The jerk was making fun of me. I'd just told him that all I wanted was for him to leave my fucking apartment and my life. Now I desired something different.

And he asked me to say it aloud, as if hearing me want him meant conceding defeat.

He wasn't mistaken.

"I'd like you to stop being such a jerk," I said.

As he unfastened his jeans, dropping them and exposing the base of his cock, he lifted his brows.

“And?

”

He just continued grinning.

"I want you to fuck off for the rest of your life."

“And?

”

I despised how self-important he was.

"And...I'd like you to come over here and fuck me."

He smiled. "Was that so difficult?" ”

Damian then stripped down to his underwear and pants, his gorgeous, thick cock shooting out and pointing right at me.

I gulped, the sight of his dick enough to make me lose any last control I had.

"Do you realize how much of a jerk you are? ”

"I take your point," he said. "But when you're staring at my hard-on, your comments don't carry as much weight."

I had to fight the impulse to yank the lamp off my bedside table and throw it at him.

After all, he was correct. Damian naked, the notches of his Adonis belt pointing directly to the area of him that never failed to make me feel so damn amazing, was too much for me to bear.

"Here," I answered, indicating the bed. “Now.”

Damian made the sensible decision not to ask me to say please. That may have gotten him a kick in the balls.

He pounced, moving from the foot of the bed to directly on top of me. He kissed my face all over, his lips reaching all the way down to my neck. All I could do was throw my head back in pleasure, the solid warmth of his body what I’d been yearning for.

I reached down and grasped his cock, pointing it between my legs with one hand and squeezing on his ass with the other, forcing his hips toward me as he kissed me. But he resisted just long enough to allow his cock's head tease my clit, which was still sensitive from the oral he'd just finished.

But an idea occurred to me just before he penetrated me. What did he desire? What was it that he was so eager to tell me?

Most certainly more Damian-style nonsense.

The response satisfied me. Sure, we were in bed together again, but this was the last time. I might as well learn from him what I was like before permanently removing the jerk from my life.

He's just good for one thing, and that's o-

I didn't even have time to finish my thinking. Damian plunged down, his cock splitting me in two and ecstasy erupting inside of me like a bursting balloon, obliterating my conscious thinking.

My gaze was drawn to his midsection, to the tensing of his abs, beautiful and shredded and cut. He drew his hips back and entered me again and again, the girth of his cock vanishing between my legs, my breasts trembling with the force of the hit.

His scent, his warmth, his entire being. Even though the pleasure was practically mind-numbing, I was aware that there had never been, and perhaps would never be, a guy who satisfied me like him.

Damian stood on his knees, seizing my right leg and bringing it up to his chest, my toes curling as he tunneled inside me over and over. As a second orgasm raced through my body, my vision clouded and I let out a silent cry.

Damian set my leg down and drew in close to me, the tempo of his thrusts growing shallow and quick as he sensed my approach. His jackhammer penetration was precisely what I required to enter a flawless, trance-like condition.

My eyes closed as I lost myself in the warmth of his body, the fullness of his cock penetrating me, his hips smashing against my thighs.

The climax had worn off, and all I wanted was more. When I opened my eyes, Damian was staring down at me with an arrogant grin on his face, as if he knew, just knew, that he was giving me what only he could.

But I wasn't going to let him do everything. The man already had a large enough head without thinking that all it took to get me to come was him on top of me hammering away. I returned his sneer with my own, pressing my palms against his chest.

He was approximately twice my weight and as muscular as a prizefighter, but the shock of my push allowed me to get him onto his back. I climbed onto him and bent forward, my breasts in front of his face. His expression told me he was overjoyed with the course of events.

I lifted my hips and slammed them hard into Damian's torso, his cock thrusting into me. He reached around and grabbed my ass, roughly grasping the skin and forcing my hips against him. My hands resting on his pecs, I was soon in a steady, rhythmic ride.

The pleasure was nearly too great for me to keep my eyes open, but I noticed that Damian's eyes were wide open, taking in the sight of me on top of him, my body moving like a constant wave.

"God, you look so fucking lovely," he muttered, sitting up slightly, his hands still locked around my a$$.

I wanted to tell him to shut up, that I was still irritated with him, and that I didn't give a fuck about his enjoyment.

But then another orgasm broke out right in the middle of my thought. Damian couldn't help himself this time. Damian grunted loudly as he followed me, a rush of pleasure coursing through my body from my pussy outward.

As the third orgasm did its magic on my body, his face stiffened, his cock throbbed and pulsed as he shot deep inside, and a moan erupted from the deepest part of my throat. The first two were intense, but they were simply appetizers for the main entrée.

Not to mention, nothing was more enticing than seeing Damian follow me. I liked the way his body stiffened, groaned, and the sensation of his draining himself inside of me.

My spine arched again as every atom in my body erupted with a final burst of pleasure.

And suddenly it was finished. I collapsed into Damian, his muscles heated and drenched in sweat. Damian threw his arms over me, his massive palms splayed out over my back, his cock still inside of me.

I felt better than I had in a long time lying there with him, Damian hugging me. The stress of the pregnancy, the uncertainty, and everything else went away. There was nothing else in the universe except him and myself at the time.

But it had to come to an end. I had promised myself that this was the last time. I couldn't keep Damian in my life, pregnant or not.

I absorbed his warmth and closeness for one more long while before closing my eyes and rolling off him. Damian's physique was appealing like a warm fireplace in the cool and drafty bedroom.

But I managed to put my feet on the floor and stand up. The moment I was up, Damian gave me a quick, playful swat on the behind.

“Don’t be gone too long.” His tone was cocky and self-assured as ever, as if he were certain that with the power of his magic dick he’d gotten me to come around, that I was all his once more.

His overly confident attitude gave me just the boost I needed to follow through. Without a word, I went to the bathroom and shut the door, taking a moment to clean up before grabbing the tartan robe hanging from the door hook and wrapping it around my body.

I was ready.

“So,” said Damian as I stepped out of the bathroom. “You got any plans for the rest of the day? I was thinking we could go grab some coffee and talk. There’s…stuff you need to know about – with Marian.”

Standing at the end of the bed, I cleared my throat, squared my shoulders, and spoke.

“No, that’s alright.”

“Huh?” Damian seemed genuinely confused.

“Why don’t you go ahead and get dressed?”

He furrowed his brow, his head cocked to the side. Apprehensively, he stepped out of bed and began grabbing his things, putting them on in silence. As he dressed, I went into the living and grabbed the mug of now-lukewarm tea and brought it over to the microwave.

Damian left the bedroom, still seeming confused about what was going on.

Good. Let him wonder. I hoped he had a shred of the anxiety and fear and doubt he’d put me through since I’d known him.

“What’s up?” he asked, glancing down at my robe.

I pressed the two-minute button on the microwave, the interior illuminating and a low hum filling the air.

“Here’s what’s going to happen – you’re going to leave, and I’m going to get back to work. I’ve got a shitload of important stuff to finalize for my next event, and I’ve already wasted enough time.”

Damian regarded me with a stupefied expression.

“Wait, what?”

“You want me to repeat myself?”

After I spoke, I noticed the Barnes & Noble bag on my worktable on the other side of the room, my copy of What to Expect When You’re Expecting poking out.

Shit.

“I don’t understand,” he said. “You slept with me, and now you’re kicking me out of your apartment?”

“I’m not just kicking you out of my apartment, Damian – I’m kicking you out of my life.”

“You’re what?” Even more disbelief was in his voice. I did a quick internal debate on whether to hurry over and hide the book, coming down on the decision to not draw attention.

But my heart raced at the idea of him finding out. If he saw the book, he’d put together what was going on. Knowing Damian, if he were to find out I was pregnant and that he was the father, he’d use it to force his way into my life.

“There’s the door,” I said, keeping my composure despite the fear of him seeing the book pulsing through me. “Go ahead and get going. We’re done.”

He leaned forward slightly, his hands on his hips as he let out a scoff and shook his head.

“Are you serious? Wait, had you already decided this before we did what we just did?”

“I had.”

“So…you used me?”

“You can call it that if you want. But either way, we’re done, and I want you out of my apartment.”

He was still in a state of total disbelief. “You’re kidding me.”

I said nothing. The microwave beeped and I took out my mug. It was nice and warm, and I sipped slowly with my eyes locked onto him.

“You’re not kidding.” There was understanding in his voice. “No.”

“No?”

“No. I’m not going to let you use me and then kick me out. That’s…no, it’s not happening.”

“I don’t think you have any say in the matter, Damian.” I kept my tone cool and bloodless, as if I were a store manager and he were an unruly customer I wanted gone without a scene. I set down my mug and crossed my arms over my chest. “Now, are you going to leave, or…”

“Or what? You’re going to call the cops or something?”

“Hey, you already stormed into my apartment. Not like you haven’t proved you won’t listen to me when I ask you to respect my wishes.”

“Why are you talking like this?”

“Like what?”

“Like we barely know each other, like I’m some one-night-stand who’s wearing out his welcome.”

“Well, you’re not acting too different from that.”

He scoffed and shook his head.

“You’re ridiculous, Emma.”

“From where I’m standing, you’re being the ridiculous one. And you’re starting to annoy me.”

I glanced over his shoulder one more time at the book on the table. Damian cocked his head again, glancing back.

Fuck!

But he turned around, his expression suggesting he hadn’t noticed.

Relief washed over me.

He shook his head again.

“But…I need to tell you about what happened.”

“You’re not getting it. I don’t care what happened. I’m not upset, I’m not desperate for answers. All I want is for you to be gone so I can get back to work. What about this is so hard to understand?”

He regarded me with an expression of total shock and surprise.

“Then…that’s it?”

“That’s it.” I raised my finger toward the door, my eyes still on him. “And I’m not going to ask you nicely again.”

I was speaking confidently, even with bravado.

But my confident front was the only thing keeping me together.

One more long look of disbelief followed from Damian.

Then he let out a scoff, breaking eye contact and going over to his shoes. He stepped into them and grabbed his coat from the back of the couch where it was draped.

“You’re unbelievable.” Those were the last words out of his mouth before he opened the door, stepped outside, and shut it hard behind him.

The instant he was gone I let out a hard whoosh of air, leaning back against the counter behind me. I hurried over to the table and stuffed the pregnancy book into the bag, as if he might come back in and see it.

I was drained – physically from the sex, emotionally from the conversation. Work needed to be done – I hadn’t been lying about that – but all I wanted to do was lie down. Ignoring my reheated tea, I hurried into the bedroom and fell onto the bed.

The moment I was on it, the scent of our lovemaking wrapped around me like a blanket, a flood of emotions followed.

I cried.

I’d been so confident of my decision only a few moments before, but laying there on the bed, the scent of the only man I’d loved all around me, I felt like I’d just made the mistake of a lifetime.

I was all alone.