I rubbed harder.
But it wasn’t right.
It wasn’t him.
My fingers weren’t thick enough. Long enough. Mean enough.
I needed the way he gripped my neck.
The way he shoved my face down and said..
“Beg me for it. Beg me to ruin your tight little cunt.”
My body spasmed.
But I didn’t c*m.
I couldn’t.
I was right there.
Right at the edge.
And it just… slipped.
Gone.
My fingers fell away.
My hand hit the tile with a soft slap.
I laid there panting.
Fucking trembling.
Wet and frustrated and furious.
Because Damon didn’t even f**k me.
He didn’t touch my c**t.
Didn’t eat me.
Didn’t even kiss me.
He just teased.
Just talked.
Just rubbed that thick, veiny c**k along my soaked body like he knew it would destroy me.
And it did.
He said I’d think about it all day.
He said I’d hat
