realised that the noise was actually coming from the study where I’d been earlier with Damien. As I drew closer, tip toeing so I wouldn’t be heard, I froze. The noises coming from there sounded suspiciously like people having sex but that couldn’t be right. I know Chloe and Cassie had joked about their man drought, especially Chloe but she couldn’t have found someone so quickly. I hadn’t been upstairs that long.
The door wasn’t shut, merely pushed to a little, but not enough to block my view of Chloe bent over the desk, her panties pushed to one side. I could see Damien’s bare ass, muscles flexing, jeans around his knees as he fucked her. He was fucking her so hard poor Chloe looked like she’d be catapulted across the desk, if he didn’t have such a death grip on her hips, yanking her into him with every thrust.
I stared, shock making me rigid. I was frozen, unable to move and unable to look away. I found myself filled with so many emotions, so many thoughts; shock, horror, anger, disgust, lust and jealousy. Fuck it, jealousy an emotion I didn’t want to feel when it came to that bastard pounding the absolute crap out of my house mate. As much as the sight before me had me wanting to barrel in there and club him over the head for what he was doing, I also couldn’t control my arousal. It was hotter than hell to watch him fucking Chloe, hearing their bodies slamming into one another and listening to her moans and his grunts.
Damien’s face was tipped to one side, enough to let me see some of his expression and he looked so wild, out of control, so completely and utterly overcome with lust. There was also desperation, that obvious burning desire to reach his climax, that all-consuming need to come. He was in the grip of wild, overwhelming passion, driven by powerful desire and looked everything I wished he hadn't; hot, sexy, animalistic, primal and downright fucking gorgeous.
For a moment before common sense took over again, for just a fleeting moment I wanted to be Chloe. I watched them, feeling myself getting wet; my nipples hardening until they pushed against my clothes and desire tugged low in my belly. Barely aware of what I was doing, my eyes focused on the highly erotic scene before me, I reached down and brushed my fingers against my clit. It was already sensitive and I sucked in a shaky breath of air as I began to circle it while watching the couple before me.
Suddenly Damien let out a growl or groan, whatever the hell it was, it was hot and I felt another flood of moisture soak into my panties. He began to shake, his hips jerking erratically and I knew as I watched him that he was coming. I felt a brief stab of disappointment that he’d come first and hadn’t taken the time to get Chloe off before him. As I watched his face, the agony of his release etched into his beautiful features I nearly collapsed with shock when I saw fangs. Fuck it, he had fangs which descended as he cried out through his release. Still shocked I watched as he dropped over her back and suddenly buried those fangs in her shoulder.
Shit, he was going to kill her. I ripped my fingers off my throbbing clit and was just about to rush in and do; well I didn’t actually know what I was going to do, when Chloe cried out. At first she sounded like she was in pain, but then her face contorted and she shuddered, her cry turning obviously to pleasure as she nearly sobbed and moaned through what was clearly an orgasm. Her reaction seemed to set Damien off and he swore against her shoulder. He raised his head and tightened his grip on her hips again while he moved a few more times in and out of her, much more relaxed this time though. My eyes widened when he finally pulled out of her and I got to see his dick. Fuck it was enormous and holy hell, it was pierced. Not just one piercing either. The head was adorned with several piercings.
I knew at this point I should walk away. He hadn’t killed her but damned the man was an animal
The door wasn’t shut, merely pushed to a little, but not enough to block my view of Chloe bent over the desk, her panties pushed to one side. I could see Damien’s bare ass, muscles flexing, jeans around his knees as he fucked her. He was fucking her so hard poor Chloe looked like she’d be catapulted across the desk, if he didn’t have such a death grip on her hips, yanking her into him with every thrust.
I stared, shock making me rigid. I was frozen, unable to move and unable to look away. I found myself filled with so many emotions, so many thoughts; shock, horror, anger, disgust, lust and jealousy. Fuck it, jealousy an emotion I didn’t want to feel when it came to that bastard pounding the absolute crap out of my house mate. As much as the sight before me had me wanting to barrel in there and club him over the head for what he was doing, I also couldn’t control my arousal. It was hotter than hell to watch him fucking Chloe, hearing their bodies slamming into one another and listening to her moans and his grunts.
Damien’s face was tipped to one side, enough to let me see some of his expression and he looked so wild, out of control, so completely and utterly overcome with lust. There was also desperation, that obvious burning desire to reach his climax, that all-consuming need to come. He was in the grip of wild, overwhelming passion, driven by powerful desire and looked everything I wished he hadn't; hot, sexy, animalistic, primal and downright fucking gorgeous.
For a moment before common sense took over again, for just a fleeting moment I wanted to be Chloe. I watched them, feeling myself getting wet; my nipples hardening until they pushed against my clothes and desire tugged low in my belly. Barely aware of what I was doing, my eyes focused on the highly erotic scene before me, I reached down and brushed my fingers against my clit. It was already sensitive and I sucked in a shaky breath of air as I began to circle it while watching the couple before me.
Suddenly Damien let out a growl or groan, whatever the hell it was, it was hot and I felt another flood of moisture soak into my panties. He began to shake, his hips jerking erratically and I knew as I watched him that he was coming. I felt a brief stab of disappointment that he’d come first and hadn’t taken the time to get Chloe off before him. As I watched his face, the agony of his release etched into his beautiful features I nearly collapsed with shock when I saw fangs. Fuck it, he had fangs which descended as he cried out through his release. Still shocked I watched as he dropped over her back and suddenly buried those fangs in her shoulder.
Shit, he was going to kill her. I ripped my fingers off my throbbing clit and was just about to rush in and do; well I didn’t actually know what I was going to do, when Chloe cried out. At first she sounded like she was in pain, but then her face contorted and she shuddered, her cry turning obviously to pleasure as she nearly sobbed and moaned through what was clearly an orgasm. Her reaction seemed to set Damien off and he swore against her shoulder. He raised his head and tightened his grip on her hips again while he moved a few more times in and out of her, much more relaxed this time though. My eyes widened when he finally pulled out of her and I got to see his dick. Fuck it was enormous and holy hell, it was pierced. Not just one piercing either. The head was adorned with several piercings.
I knew at this point I should walk away. He hadn’t killed her but damned the man was an animal
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