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

DREAM OF YOU

Damon's hands slowly released her waist and moved up under her crop top to hold her bare chest. "What do you think you're doing?" She tried to control the tension in her throat as his fingers squeezed and tightened her nipples. "Making my woman feel good." He kissed her neck and moaned into her ear with a love bite. Angela found it funny and laughed; he joined her, but her laughter turned into a loud moan when his fingers found their way into her thong. Angela couldn't resist anymore; the thick fluid dripping down her thighs was enough proof. Quickly, she turned and covered his mouth with hers in a very sensual way. Damon responded with the same energy, holding her massive behind in his large hands and placing her on the kitchen table. Their tongues intertwined and saliva exchanged, each entrapped in the other's embrace. "Do you know what you taste like?" Damon gasped out, releasing her. His hot breath fanned her face, and his fingers thrust deeper into her. Angela moaned and stared at him, her eyes showing she was horny for more, which Damon could tell. "Delicious?" She chuckled. Damon shook his head and laughed. "So then what do I taste like?" She questioned, taking hold of his erection and owning every inch of it with her palms. Damon resisted the urge to pin her down and make love to her forever. He smirked and took a breath. "Dangerous... obsessional. I can't get enough of you. Each time tastes better, and it keeps getting better and better." He slid his fingers into her warm heat. Heat blasted every nerve ending as she felt slick juices flooding out of her feminine spot. Damon chuckled deeply, self-satisfied. "Fuck, you're incredible, Angela." His fingers pushed deeper inside her, her heart throbbed louder as his finger thrust even deeper, his thumb stroking her clitoris. Angela moaned, clinging to the edge of control. "I don't want to hurt you. You are really tight," he groaned and grabbed her behind as he pressed his erection against the walls of her honey pot. "You won't hurt me. Do it," she gasped into his mouth, tasting him again. "I want you inside me. What other encouragement do you need?" She whimpered and lifted her legs, angling her hips to accommodate him. "I don't think you're ready." He smirked. He let her feel his size by rubbing his hard erection on the slick folds of her clitoris. Angela wanted to scream in frustration; he can't just melt her down and abandon her. "That's not fair! Just do it already!" Damon shook his head and pulled away from her. She raised her eyebrows in astonishment, her face pale and blank. "Where... where are you going?" she squeaked, embarrassed by the sudden desperate quiver in her voice. "What's the hurry?" Damon laughed and stretched his hand to get something from the cupboard. He returned to her with a foil packet between his fingers. As he walked towards her, she had another admiring glance at his glorious nakedness and magnificent erection. She bit her lower lip as her breath caught in her throat with excitement. Damon grinned at her as he ripped open the packet with his teeth and rolled on the condom. He put his hands on her shoulders, slowly laying her down on the large kitchen table and caging her in. "I won't start until you say so," he smiled at her. His eyes went down to her tightly peaked nipples and back to her nymphomaniac face, her eyes filled with hunger and a longing for pleasure. She looked like she would ride him if given a chance. To Angela, he sounded nothing like the night before; he was nicer now. She had thought of him as a rough mate in bed, just like his brother. Before she could proceed with her doubts and thoughts, she felt his lips on hers. She responded by kissing him back, letting out her needs and sensations to control every nerve in her body. Her fingers found the hard ridges of his back. "I am ready," she gasped, her eyes closed tightly. Damon kissed her one more time, then his fingers gripped her hips and in one smooth move, he thrust inside her slowly and gently, controlling his urge as much as possible. Angela cried, felt her small self breaking as the fullness shocked her; he went an inch deeper. A staggering moan wracked her throat as he went deeper. "You are still as tight as ever. I'm gonna cum from your tightness, Angela." Damon groaned. "Oh Damon..." Angela moaned, then jerked up from the bed and opened her eyes. Damon was nowhere to be found. She gazed from the ceiling to every corner of the room, only to realize she was still in Antonio's room. A wet dream—none of this had ever happened to her before. Her face turned red, remembering the scenes from her dream. “Oh Damon, I can't wait for it to become a reality." She murmured.