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Jenna agreed, gulped down the last little bit of her drink, and followed Damien out to the car.
The entire time way home she stared at him. Whenever he glanced at her, she would smile.
He parked in front of the apartment. She glanced at their floor, then back at him.
Damien leaned close to her, their lips were only two or three inches apart.
Jenna was confused, her heart skipped a beat then started beating harder.
"Jenna," Damien breathed.
She sighed and smiled, putting her hand on the door handle, about to get out of the car.
Damien knew this was his only chance. He touched her face and closed the space between their lips. The kiss lasted about five seconds ,then Jenna pulled away.
"We can’t," she mumbled, getting out of the car.
He was only a step behind her on the stairs.
When they got into the apartment, damien stepped in front of her and put his hands on her waist.
Jenna stared up at him, unsure of what to do. He leaned down and kissed her again.
This kiss was longer, much longer. Probably about two minutes. Jenna was the one to pull away again. "Damien, we can’t."
His hands slipped from her waist to her ass, she gasped. "Damien, we shouldn’t."
He towed her to the couch, somehow getting her on his lap. He kissed her neck and collarbone.
"Damien-" she began.
"What’s wrong, Jenna?" he said in a low, sex voice. "Isn’t this what you wanted?"
"Maybe in highschool but-" She stopped short when he blew into her ear. It made her pussy tense for a moment.
"But what?" he whispered, pulled off his shirt. He grabbed her hands, placing them on his toned abs.
Jenna couldn’t deny how horny she was getting. He unbuttoned her pants and slipped his hands down the back of her underwear. She bite her lip to hold back a moan.
He kept kissing her neck, unwillingly, her hips began to make small circular motions on his lap.
He laid her down and pulled off his pants. His cock sprang out and she licked her lips without thinking.
He positioned himself on top of her, just so he was touching her, but not putting any weight on her. He pulled down her bottoms.
"Take off your top."
"Damien, I don’t think we should-" She let out a gasp/moan, he pressed his thumb to her clit.
"Take it off," he repeated.
She listened.
"Bra too."
She bit her lip, not sure whether she should listen or not.
He leaned down so his lips could get to her neck and earlobe. He kissed his way up her neck before grazing his teeth over her earlobe.
"Please, Jenna," he whispered into her ear.
She unclasped her bra, still unsure. He pulled it off of her and tossed it aside.
"I don’t know, Damien."
"He got off the couch, and for a moment she was relieved, thinking that he was going to just go into his room and leave her to get dressed and go to sleep. However, he just slid off the couch and pulled her so she was sitting up.
"Damien, don’t," she pleaded half-heartedly.
He put both of her legs over his shoulders, kissing up her thighs. She squirmed, torn between wanted to fuck him and knowing that she probably shouldn’t. the farther up he got, the more she squirmed.
She was going to say his name again, try to get his attention, but she picked the wrong time to do so. Just as she said his name his let his tongue slide over her clit. So instead of saying his name in a nearly whiney tone, she ended up moaning.
"Dammmien!"
He looked up at her, lust in his eyes. He took her moan as encouragement. Her hips bucked when he slid his tongue into her pussy.
"This is wrong, this is so wrong," she said over and over again. Each time she said it, it became more and more of a moan.
He stopped orally assaulting her pussy for a moment. "Jenna."
She looked at him. He could tell by her eyes that she was half gone because of lust.
He put two fingers in her, slowly working them in and out of her, simultaneously moving so he could kiss her again.
She kissed him back.
This time, he’d had to pull away, but only to catch his breath.
She leaned her head on his shoulder, also catching her breath. "Damien," she sighed, kissing his shoulder. "You know we shouldn’t do this."
He pulled back so he could look her in the eye. "Jenna," he said in a low, sexy voice. "I want to make love to you."
She smiled, putting her arms around his neck and kissing him, giving in.
She laid down, pulling him back down on top of her. He was still fingering her. She was going wild from the teasing. He was going slow, so she couldn’t cum, but every time he pushed his fingers back inside her he pressed on g-spot.
"Please," she finally moaned, moving her hips again when he pushed inside again so his fingers would hit her clit harder.
"Please what?" he asked with a sly grin.
"Damien," she said, kissing him again. Then she pulled away. "Please." She kept kissing him, pulling away, and begging him more.
"What do you want, Jenna?" he asked, even though he knew exactly what it was.
"I need you," she breathed, she was trying not to let him know how crazy he was making her by slowly fingering her, but it showed in her eyes. "I want to make love to you, Damien. Please, please, fuck me. I’m going crazy. You’re making me crazy. I swear, I’m right on the edge." by the end of her last sentence, she was moaning.
"Are you a virgin, Jenna?"
She shook her head. "I’ve only had sex once," she mumbled, cheeks suddenly burning. "During highschool. I was trying to get over you. It didn’t work."
He positioned the head of his raging hard cock between her legs. "And how do you feel about me now?" he asked at the same time she mumbled "It’s so big."
He slammed into her, she all but scream his name. He pulled out twice as fast, then slammed in again.
"Damien, oh fuck, Damien! Uh-uh-uh-uh! Fuck, yes! Fuck me, Damien, fuck me harder! Don’t hold back! Please! Ah, yes, God, that’s it! You made me so horny, Damien! I never stopped wanted you! I’m so horny for you Damien, I’m so wet for you! You’re so good! Fuck, fuck, fuck! So good! Ah! Uh-uh-uh! Damien, I’m going to cum! Do you want that? Do you want me to cum all over your big fat cock? Huh? I can feel it twitching inside me, Damien! DO you like it when I talk dirty to you? Oh, fuck!"
He reached down and pulled back the hood of her clit with his forefinger, making quick circles on it with his thumb. "I can’t hold back!" she moaned. "This is too much! I’m going to cum!" Her hips jerked, her legs wrapped around his waist and held him inside of her.
"Cum- inside- me!" she panted, her pussy getting tighter and tighter around him as her juices leaked out of her. "Damien! Fuck, please! Fill me up, Damien! I need your cum inside me. Yes!"
He finally couldn’t help himself. He shot inside her. Once twice. Again. She loosened her legs a bit, and he started pumping again, with each push back inside a little more cum spilled from his cock.
Even after her orgasm subsided she kept tensing and loosening her muscles around him, trying to pull every bit of cum from his still semi-hard cock.
They kissed for a long time, tongues tangling.
She could feel him about to pull out of her. She tightened her pussy around his cock again and made her legs tighter around his legs. "Please, don’t," she begged. "Don’t stop. I’m still so horny."
The End
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