Damaged (The Dark Billionaire, #6)

Damaged

The Dark Billionaire #6

L.N. Pearl

By the same author:

The Setup – The Dark Billionaire Book #1 (FREE)

Broken – The Dark Billionaire Book #2

Darker – The Dark Billionaire Book #3

Dangerous – The Dark Billionaire Book #4

Tempted – The Dark Billionaire Book #5

Blessed – The Dark Billionaire Book #7

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The Last Kiss 3 - Ashley's Wet Dreams

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Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

The taxi ride seemed to last forever. Jennifer kept looking out the window, biting her lips and struggling to keep a cool head. The sky was dark but she could see the heavy clouds becoming more and more threatening; it was going to rain.

She felt a hand resting on her leg, rubbing her inner thigh. Enzo was getting impatient and slightly more aggressive with his attempts - but it was working. They were alone in this taxi, at night, and his erotic caress triggered a flood of sexual desire that she had been trying to hide for months. Enzo was taking more space in her mind and now, he was almost between her legs. His hand was dancing on the fleshy and sensitive part of her thigh, right next to her crotch. His fingers were tapping and massaging her, releasing her juices at a scary speed.

At this rate, Jennifer figured that her pants would have a huge stain between her legs. For some inexplicable reason though, she didn’t stop him. She allowed him to play with her, even if it meant being dirty. Jennifer was tired of being a good girl; it hadn’t served her that well so far. She had a complicated relationship, a date who had been the object of her wildest fantasies for too long, no job and a very uncertain professional future. Her life was a mess.

What the hell... What’s wrong with my life? What’s wrong with me?

Jennifer closed her eyes and let Enzo’s fingers rub her through her trousers. The pressure of his touch was delicate though; he was taking his time and didn’t seem to rush things. His self-control was perfect. She wasn’t looking at him but she felt him getting closer, sliding on the taxi’s seat until their shoulders touched. She glanced at the rear-view mirror and caught the driver’s eyes, a middle-aged Indian, who was looking at them cautiously. No doubt that he could see the tension between his two passengers. He was watching them carefully, waiting for anything to happen. They were still acting decently but they were very close to becoming wild animals.

The car finally eased to a stop. Enzo opened his wallet, gave a bill to the driver and told him to keep the change. He opened his door and Jennifer followed him. She spread her legs to put a foot on the pavement and felt the warm wetness of her crotch inside her panties.

Oh my God...

Enzo grabbed her hand and led her inside the hall of his hotel. A doorman held the door for them and greeted them, but Jennifer didn’t reply back. Enzo was walking fast, leading her straight to the elevator. He punched the button and the doors opened immediately with a ring bell sound. They both stepped into the cabin, side by side and waited for the doors to be closed. As soon as they did, Enzo pushed Jennifer against the wall and crushed his lips on her mouth. She was breathless, dizzy and overwhelmed. She breathed heavily through her nose and squeezed her eyes shut; that kiss was divine. It was one of the best she’d ever had as far as she could remember. Or was it? Was it really a delicious kiss or just the excitement of something new, something forbidden?

Jennifer couldn’t tell. All she could think of was how skillful Enzo was with his lips and his tongue. His mouth was a weapon and had the potential to send her straight to heaven if he ever touched her pussy. Jennifer could feel it; she knew it. It couldn’t be any different. He was a killer lover; there was absolutely no doubt about it. A woman can tell within a few seconds whether a man is going to satisfy her by the way they kiss. Enzo was way above anything she’d ever known before. He was a master.

The doors of the elevator suddenly opened and Enzo finally let her go. She gasped and opened her eyes wide, trying to catch her breath. He took her arm and pulled her along the dark and empty corridor. Her heart was pounding and she could feel the blood pumping in her veins in her temples. Her head was spinning and she walked behind him like a zombie, half awake, half drugged by the intoxicating effect of his kiss.

She looked at him frantically digging in his pocket to retrieve his key card and glanced at his crotch. She couldn’t see anything clearly but felt hypnotized by the vision of his bulge. She had dreamed about it so many times and couldn’t believe this was actually happening. The door of his room finally swung open and without turning the lights on, Enzo pulled her inside.

They were in complete darkness and Jennifer decided it was better that way. She couldn’t let him see how red she was and she didn’t have the courage to look at him anymore. What she was doing was so wrong... yet, so delicious. How could she resist?

They were probably standing in the middle of the room and Jennifer felt Enzo’s hands removing her clothes. First, it was her jacket. Then, he slowly removed her blouse, exposing her bra in the darkness. He was now licking her neck as he was stripping her. Jennifer felt cold but it wasn’t a matter of temperature; she had shivers from Enzo’s expert touch. She was shaking and panting, unable to resist. It was wrong, it was wrong!

She heard him drop to his knees and the pressure of her pants around her waist suddenly disappeared. Enzo had unbuttoned her and was now sliding her trousers down, along her smooth legs. Before their date, she hadn’t consciously thought about ending up in bed with Enzo but somewhere in her mind, a voice had convinced her to shave in order to be ready - just in case. Her legs and her pussy were perfectly clean, ready to be touched and caressed.

Jennifer exhaled loudly and squealed when she felt Enzo’s warm breath next to her crotch. He pushed her and she fell on his bed, heels in the air. He caught her ankles, removed her high heels and pulled her pants. She was now wearing black and pink bra and panties, a combination that she hadn’t chosen by accident. It was one of her sexiest set of lingerie. Enzo slid a finger between her underwear and her pussy, and Jennifer instinctively jerked.

“Easy Enzo,” she said. “Please...”

“Sorry,” he said. “I didn’t mean to be rude.”

“It’s just that... I’m shy.”

“Okay. I will slow down,” he said, cupping her breasts with his hands. He gently massaged her and slid his hand behind her back. With a few fingers, he unhooked her bra and tossed it on the bed. Jennifer covered her chest, an automatic gesture even though he couldn’t see her in the dark.

“Relax,” he whispered, gently pushing her arms.

“Okay...”

He bent forward and took her breast in his mouth, sucking it eagerly. Jennifer moaned of pain and pleasure. He licked her tits and bit her hard nipple, while brushing her inner thighs.

“Oh my God... Enzo... I...”

“What?” he whispered. “You don’t like it?”

She gasped and swallowed with difficulty. “Yes, I like it,” she said. “I don’t know if we should...”

“I know I want it,” he said as he slid his hand inside her panties. Her crotch was soaking wet and she felt his finger slipping dangerously between her pussy lips.

“Ooh, Jesus...” she moaned. “This is wrong. I can’t...”

Enzo ignored her and introduced her, invading her burning channel with one, then two and three fingers - her walls were stretched and completely filled, while her cream was dripping along her anus.

“My God, no,” she whispered. “I can’t do it. Please, stop.”

Enzo stopped and removed his fingers. With the same hand, he caressed her face and said, “Do you smell that? This is the undeniable proof that yes, you can and you actually want it.”

“I know... but this is wrong. I can’t let you penetrate me...”

Enzo groaned and sighed. “Come on, why do you do this to me? Look how far we’ve gone already.”

“I know; I’m sorry, I can’t.”

“I’m not going to stop. I want you, do you understand? I won’t hurt you but I have to have something. You can’t do this to me again!” Enzo said with lots of passion in his voice. He wasn’t aggressive but he was definitely frustrated. “Let me eat your pussy. Let me taste you. Please.”

Jennifer closed her eyes and sighed. “Okay,” she said.

Enzo immediately removed her panties and his head dived deep between her legs. Jennifer’s pussy was assaulted by his wet lips and his slick tongue - his tongue was huge; he could literally penetrate her with it. Jennifer realized why he was such a good kisser; he had a nice and generous tongue. He licked, sucked and fucked her dripping pussy until a powerful orgasm made her scratch his skull; she let go and screamed loudly in the dark hotel room.

“Oh... my... God... Oh... my... God!” she kept saying, her chest heaving up and down. “It was fantastic. I don’t know what to say...”

Enzo wiped his face and came up to kiss her. “You need to release me,” he said without preamble.

Jennifer kept silent, looking for something to say. She hadn’t thought about it - of course, Enzo needed to cum as well. But how? She wasn’t going to let him fuck her.

“You want me to suck you, right?”

“Yes.”

Jennifer said nothing and kept thinking. It was selfish, but she couldn’t do it. She had fantasized about Enzo for months and wanted to climax with him, but she felt too guilty to give him oral pleasure.

“No,” she said. “I don’t give blow-jobs,” she lied.

“Bullshit.”

“Not unless I’m in love,” she replied with a firm voice.

Enzo found nothing to say and an uncomfortable silence followed. It wasn’t fair and she knew it, however she couldn’t be mean to him. She had to do something.

“Do you have lubricant?” she asked.

“I thought you didn’t want to fuck...”

“I don’t. But I can give you a handjob to help you...”

“Are you serious?”

“Yes...”

Enzo stood up, went to the bathroom and came back with a tube and a box of tissues. He started to undress and Jennifer felt the excitement burning her belly again. Enzo was naked; for real, this time, not in her dreams. She took him in her hand and a new surge of juices flooded her channel - his cock was long. One hand wasn’t enough. She grabbed him with two hands and still couldn’t cover his swollen head. She fought not to lick the drop of precum at the tip of his dick and resisted the urge to gobble him. Her hands were sliding effortlessly, covering his cock with lubricant. She stroked him up and down, with force and energy, and twisted her wrists at the same time to increase the friction.

“Fuck, this is so good,” he said, panting. “Don’t stop...”

Enzo suddenly arched his back and groaned. Jennifer felt a hot jet of sperm squirting on her face and dripping between her fingers. That was it - she had lived her fantasy and made it a reality.

E
nzo was on his back and Jennifer rested her head on his bare chest. His hand was caressing her hair and she was brushing the skin of his soft dick with her fingertips. She had never done anything like this before. She had never been obsessed for so long with one man, while being in a relationship with someone else. Enzo had provided her an extraordinary orgasm and she knew she would struggle to forget about it. Obviously, she wanted more. She wanted to do it again and feel his tongue probing her pussy. She wanted to grab his hard cock in her hands and guide him deep inside her channel. She could only imagine how delicious it would be. She had done too much already; she had broken all of her own rules by being sexually involved with Enzo. She wasn’t supposed to be here but somehow, she felt extremely relieved.