From Rejected Luna To Lycan Queen (Eloise and Edward) novel Chapter 174

Chapter 174 Control

Chapter 174 Control

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The man sits in the chair now, his large erection leaning against his belly as the girl kneels between his parted legs and slowly drags her tongue along his thigh. As she nears his groin, he takes his cock in his hand and begins to slowly stroke it, groaning as her tongue finds the soft skin of his balls.

A new wave of need pulses at my core. A need that has been growing since Damon burst into the changing room today.

I glance beside me. His legs are parted, his collar is open, and his hand is carved through his hair. My gaze drops to his erection straining against his zipper.

Seeing him as turned on as I am, a new urge takes over my common sense.

I stand and turn to face him. Fixing my gaze to his, I remove my dress and discard it,

revealing my nakedness underneath. No bra. No panties. Only me in my birthday suit and a wicked pair of sexy blood dripping red heals..

His eyebrows shoot up, and his throat works as he swallows, those dark eyes glued to mine, watching every move I make.

“Unzip your pants,” I demand.

He doesn’t question me. He unbuckles his belt and lowers the zipper.

“Take out your cock, Damon.”

He reaches into his briefs and pulls out his massive cock. Seeing the thick column of flesh in his big hand makes my mouth water and my body warm. He’s so virile. So fucking hard and ready.

Knowing I’m beyond the point of no return and no longer thinking about consequences, I look over my shoulder. Behind me, the woman sinks onto the man’s cock and begins to ride him.

Intoxicated with lust, I climb onto Damon’s lap and slide my thighs on either side of his hips, absorbing his scent and the heat of his body as I straddle him.

“I’m done with watching,” I whisper. “I want control.”

His dark eyes tell me there is no chance. He’ll relinquish control when aliens land.

But I’m determined. “You have me cornered, Damon. At least let me have this.”

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The muscles in his jaw work, but he says nothing and reluctantly relinquishes control, dropping his arms to the side.

“Good. Now no touching until I say you can,” I say, and his eyes flare with warning.

He hates giving up control.

But it’s a delicious hate because he knows he’ll be rewarded.

He trembles as I take him in my hand and slide the thick head through my wet folds.

“Goddammit…” He hisses with pleasure as I brush the engorged head of his cock back and forth over my aching clit.

His breathing becomes labored, and his body grows restless. He’s dying to take control, to take me.

He begins to pant, and his fingers curl restlessly into the edge of the seat.

In one smooth move, I sink onto his rigid cock, and his eyes roll into the back of his head. A gasp escapes my parted lips, and I squeeze my eyes shut at the sensation of his cock filling

1. me.

God, he’s so fucking big.

Impaled, I don’t move. Instead, I meet his gaze and find his eyes filled with heat and darkness. And need. So much need.

Not moving is sweet torture for both of us. But I know the reward will be mind–blowing.

My greedy hands stumble over the buttons of his shirt, and in my desperation to feel his flesh, I rip it open, sending buttons popping and revealing a chest colored with tattoos.

Without thought, my lips trail kisses across his inked skin, and Damon draws in a rough breath.

He tastes clean and warm, his golden skin hot to the touch. Groaning, I know I want more than just a taste.

I straighten, and Damon’s gaze sears heat across my flesh, his lips wet, his eyes dark and possessive.

“You can touch me now,” I whisper hoarsely.

Not waiting, he takes one nipple into his mouth and softly sucks until I’m clenching his cock with pleasure. Groaning, he does the same to the other nipple, torturing it with velvety strokes of his tongue.

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Needing to move, I begin to rock against him and am instantly rewarded with streams of pending bliss rising in my core.

“Fuck, ma,” Damon growls and grabs my face, pulling me down for a rough, searing kiss. His tongue thrusts into my mouth as his strangled groan falls between us. He digs his fingers through my hair and grips the roots, sending a tight sting across my scalp. “Ride my cock, baby. That’s it, nice and slow. Christ, I’m going to come so hard if you keep doing this.”

I groan and bite his lower lip, relishing in the sting of his grip in my hair and the desperate need in his voice.

Mindlessly, I ride him, and a ragged sound jerks out of him.

Desperate for the friction, I increase my tempo, feeling full and stretched and desperate to bring relief to my aching clit.

“I’m going to come,” he pants.

His hands find my hips and take command, pulling me back and forward over his cock.

I lean forward, deepening his length into me. “Come inside me.”

With a growl, he bucks upward, his cock thrusting in and out with an urgent tempo until his eyes lose focus, and he jerks to a stop. A primal growl roars out of him, unchecked and raw. His thick length pulses and throbs against my walls as he comes, jetting his seed powerfully into the deepest parts of me.

Feeling him come throws me over the edge, and I follow just as fiercely, gripping his broad shoulders and not giving a damn as I come apart on his lap.

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