Damon POV
Our parents left Friday morning for a “romantic weekend getaway” upstate. The house was finally, blissfully empty. No pretending. No sneaking. Just forty-eight hours of Lila and me.
I didn’t waste a single second.
The moment their car disappeared down the street, I had her pressed against the kitchen island, jersey yanked up, c**k buried deep in her p***y from behind. She cried out as I f****d her hard and fast, her t**s spilling onto the cold marble.
“Been waiting all week to wreck this cunt without worrying about footsteps,” I growled, slamming into her. Her walls clenched around me like velvet fire.
“Harder…please…own me, Damon.”
I gave her exactly what she begged for until she came screaming, p***y gushing down my balls. Then I carried her upstairs to my room like a man
