CHAPTER 2: HIS BIG BLACK COCK
LENA’S POV
Damon’s car was a sleek black muscle car, parked just down the street. He pressed me against it, his body pinning mine, his mouth crashing down on mine again.
His hands were everywhere, gripping my ass, squeezing my t**s, sliding up my dress and ripping my panties down my thighs.
The sound of tearing lace was the hottest thing I’d ever heard.
“You’re not wearing these home,” he snarled, stuffing them into his pocket.
“I don’t need them,” I panted.
He groaned, his hips grinding against mine. Even through his slacks, I could feel him—thick, hard, huge.
“You’re gonna be the death of me, woman.”
I reached between us, my fingers fumbling with his belt.
“Then let me make it a good death.”
He didn’t stop me. His belt came undone, his zipper
