Chapter Forty One

(Lena's POV)

"You are nude, on your knees, with my hands in your hair. I would really love to hear the rest of your sexual fantasy," Damien says.

"Then... I do this," I whispered, cupping him in my hands, and then I let my lips tease his tip. I tasted him again and again. I could see what it did to him; I could see what my touch could do to Damien. "Then you take the lead."

"And what do I do?" he asked, a strain in his voice.

"You fuck my mouth," I whispered, and with that, he didn't hold back. I felt him, his hips moving in jerky motions as he thrust into my mouth, deep but not deep enough to make me gag. I let my mouth wrap around his huge length; it would be impossible to take him all in.

He let out a deep guttural sound.

His pace quickened, and I knew he was very close to his release, and then he pulled out of me. The salty taste of his pre-cum remained in my mouth.

I knew it took every self-control in him to end this now, and I was curious to what he wanted to do next. He didn't