Don't toy with me: sexiest man of the year

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Diana looked up as tears streamed down her cheeks. Now she understood what it felt like to walk in the fox's shoes, she mused. Then she raised her eyebrows sharply. If only he had chosen me again, I wouldn't be here in agony, that foolish brat! She gradually followed Damon. He halted in front of a room and swiped a key card. The door opened, and they stepped inside. It was as beautiful as she had imagined, but are they going to spend the night together? Just the thought made her heart race. Damon began to unbutton his shirt. “Make yourself comfortable… this will be your last refuge before we alter our destinies,” he said with a smile. Diana forced a smile in return. “I can’t wait for that moment.” She noticed a wine rack in the corner of the room. “And in that case, …” She approached, grabbed a bottle and some glasses, then returned to Damon. “Let’s celebrate our victory, Master Damon,” she winked. “I like the sound of that,” Damon smirked and took a glass. Diana carefully poured wine into his glass and then into hers. She raised her glass, and they clinked it together. “Cheers to our victory,” Damon toasted. “To our victory,” Diana replied and downed her drink in one go. She shook her head and coughed a bit as the wine burned her throat. “That was a strong one.” She chuckled and looked up, only to notice Damon's glass was untouched. “What?” She placed a hand on her waist in disbelief. “Do you think I poisoned your wine, Master Damon?” Damon smirked. “Not at all. I don't see you as a threat; I just believe there are more ways to enjoy wine than this.” “What do you mean…” Before she could finish, he splashed wine on her, soaking her upper body. “What the heck…did you …” Before she could react, she felt him drinking from her cleavage, hungry. Somehow, that excited her more than she expected. “You’re quite the naughty type, I see.” She giggled. Damon looked up at her. “You don’t know how much naughtiness I’m capable of.” Diana raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a sly smile. “Show me,” she whispered, her voice laced with seduction. Damon's eyes gleamed with desire as he leaned in, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss. Diana felt her heart race. The kiss was intense and competitive, unsure if it could be called passionate. Maybe just two lustful people trying to satisfy their desires, though hers was mixed with love. “I love it rough…” Diana breathed hotly against his lips. She couldn’t help but feel a thrill at his unexpected move. His strong hands gripped her neck tightly, she looked up at him with sparkling eyes, her hair cascading down her back like a dark waterfall. He kissed her again, almost cutting off her breath, and pulled away only when she showed signs of needing air. “You’re not submissive at all. You’re good at taking charge?” Diana managed to say, her voice barely a whisper. Damon ignored her, kissing her down her chest, the blouse in the way. “We’re perfect together, don’t you think?” Diana shuddered with excitement, her lips curling into a hungry smile, her eyes filled with desire. “Shut up and take those off,” Damon demanded, his erection now visible below his belt. Diana bit her lip to smile and began to undress, unhooking her bra, her pale breasts bursting free with a jiggle. Damon watched her closely. From her neck down, she looked stunning, if only he could get rid of that annoying face of hers every time they made out. However, what’s the need for that? It’s just tonight, he thought. He stared at her breasts. They looked full, round, and unbelievably attractive, more so than he had expected, almost like plastic surgery. He was impressed by the sight. “You had work done on those?” Damon raised curious eyebrows. “It’s genetics, and I’m not that old, you know. Don’t treat me like a grandma.” He pushed her down, and her knees hit the floor. “Get to work,” Damon instructed. Diana smiled and unzipped his fly. She smiled to see he was very excited to see her. Her cool, slender fingers wrapped around his throbbing penis, and she sighed. It wasn’t the size she had expected compared to Antonio’s massive penis… however, it was enough. “I want you to fuck me like you want to kill me,” she whispered, “don’t be nice.” “You’ve got some nerve giving orders.” Damon grabbed her by the throat and pushed her back onto the bed. “It was a request, Damon.” She cried out in delight and spread her legs further, tearing what was left of her leggings down to her crotch. “Master Damon.” Damon corrected her. As he pressed her pelvis against his lap, it forced her into an uncomfortable, concave arch. Damon stood up and pushed her pelvis with him, then drove his hand under her thong. His fingers pressed hard on the tender flesh of her pussy. Her eyes immediately widened, and her red lips parted to moan. Her thighs pressed together and ground against his invading wrist. He slid in the middle and ring finger inside, and her pussy swallowed it all, aiming for his whole fist. “Fucking wide whore,” he cursed. “Blame it on your brother’s monster cock.” “Don’t call him my fucking brother.” His grip on her neck tightened. Diana gasped and struggled for air. “I’m sorry, it was only because of his big size.” “Are you trying to say I’m small?” He asked, pulling his fingers out of her wet core. Diana shook her head. “You… You are perfect… you’re big, and you’ve trapped me in love with you.” She struggled to speak. “That’s right, you’re under my control, and I can do whatever I want with you.” He growled. “I love a controlling man.” Diana chuckled, feeling her core soaked and itching for penetration. “Shut the hell up and get on your ass… no way I’ll enjoy such a wide hole.” He yelled in her ear. Diana complied, getting on her knees and already fingering her asshole, preparing for an exciting thrust. “We have no time for that.” Damon said, slapping her hands away as he pressed his tip on her enticing hole and pushed all the way in, hard and rough. Diana pressed the side of her head into the bed, her neck tense with tendons, and her upper back arched into the mattress. An exerted growl escaped her lips as she flexed her anal muscles around him. But Damon was furious and fast, like a criminal running out of time. He took her hands and held them behind her before ramming his shaft into her ass reluctantly. No lubricant! No mercy! This time she cried out, and he let go of her hands and pressed one of his muscular palms roughly over her mouth to silence her. However, Diana seemed to enjoy it more than he had expected. She licked his hand defiantly and squeezed one of her breasts in retaliation. Along the way, Diana's eyes welled up with tears as the relentless thrusting turned into a violent battle. This time, she was facing him with her back on the bed, his hand tightly around her neck, and her legs on his shoulders. His grip was too strong for her exciting fetishes. She tried to cry but couldn’t, luckily, he was near orgasm. “Please come inside me, fill me with seeds.” A man like Damon would probably hate leaving his seed inside her, but to her surprise, she was mistaken. He pulled out of her ass and unleashed himself into her abandoned core. It was like a dream come true for Diana and a promise sealed. Exhausted, they both lay side by side on the bed, fighting for air. “Thanks for accepting me… I will bore your kids… you intentionally nut in me, right?” She replied and giggled. Damon smirked. How delusional can this old bitch be? “What can I say, you’re one lucky old bitch.” “I really am.” Diana chuckled and wrapped her arms around him, soon falling asleep.