Thinking Gives Me Headaches 🔥

I don’t look like them.

I don’t know the truth.

I don’t act like them.

I don’t know the truth.

I don’t have blonde hair.

I don’t know the truth.

I don’t have blue eyes.

I don’t know the truth.

~It’s not just a rumor, Grams, take one look at her and you can see she isn’t his.~

“Baby, breathe. Look at me.” Damon and his midnight eyes scan my face. Standing in line to pick up dinner, I zoned out.

I didn’t mean to but I can’t kick off the voice in my head. My anxiety is skyrocketing. The sounds of everything around me are getting louder and getting directed all at once.

I’m getting overwhelmed.

Damon’s hands come to my face, placed on either side of my face with him leaning in and resting against my forehead.

“Van, baby, look at me.”

My eyes open and I see the dark mirrored windows to his soul reflecting back.

The cut on his lower lip has stopped bleeding. It still looks so raw and fresh. I hate that my Angel is hurting. I want to take it all away.

“Pause?” His top lip is puffed up and swollen from his fight with Darrion.

What is his problem with me?

Why can’t the older Henleys just let us be and let go of the past no matter what happened?

My thoughts clear from my parental lineage to dirty and lusting images of my Angel taking me in some corner booth while we wait for our order.

My vagina starts doing sex prep at the invitation for playtime.

She hates waiting and it’s been days with so much stress and worry.

I could use a release.

Damon doesn’t need a verbal answer to know I’ve hit the pause button already and started undressing him in my mind with a plan on how this is going to go.

His left hand braids our fingers together so he can pull me out of the pick-up line and further into the lobby, taking me down the short hallway and pushing us into the men’s bathroom.

He doesn’t even check to see if there’s anyone in before dragging me in right behind him.

Damon swings the last stall door open and slides us into the empty space. The lock clicks with a rushed right hand and trembling fingers as we start up the show.

Even with the rush in our passionate and spontaneousness I only allow softness to touch his tender skin.

My lips tread carefully against his, softly pressing and locking our kiss together so I don’t hurt him.

He tastes so good.

I want to make him feel better.

I start my work on the knotted loop keeping his basketball shorts up and me from my prize.

His hands go to grope my chest and play with my tits from the outside of my shirt and bra. I can feel his nails scrape the thin material. I can feel him resisting the temptation to rip it off me.

He tends to do that when he wants me bad enough.

And right now is one of those times.

Our bodies roll together in a grinding motion so we can feel one another and get some of this tension out.

I’m gentle with him, fighting myself from jumping his bones and fucking him here in this pizzeria bathroom stall. I don’t want to cause any of his hurt spots to take a drop of his pleasure away.

Pulling the orange knot loose, I pluck his ready and willing rock-hard cock from the cage clothing turns into for us.

With the smooth side of my palm, I thumb his tip, smearing the puddle of precum he has dribbled out.

“I want to taste you, Angel. I want you to fuck my mouth, please?” I speak my request to his lips and steal one more kiss before kneeling down on my knees.

Damon moans, one hand in his hair, his other on his face as I bow before him and look up at his dark eyes.

My mouth open and my tongue set free, I lick the sides of his shaft. My hands on his thighs, I lick under his heavy cock to make it rest on my face, taking the space from my chin to the start of my hairline.

My tongue swirls and goes further down so I can suck one of his balls into my mouth and let my hand pump him up and down in a rhythmic manner.

Damon makes sounds of approval and pleasure-filled hisses. His fingers find themselves being poured into my ponytail and taking up a handle.

“Fuck baby, you’ll make me cum so fast,” he grits through his teeth.

I switch sides and suck his other ball into my mouth. My tongue drawing wide circles under and around his ball sack while I stroke him slowly.

My pace is tremendously different from what I typically give him.

While Damon is always a passionate man, he is always savoring and sweet. He makes sure I know how bad he needs me and makes sure I feel how sexy and loved I am.

I, however, am fast and wild. I am porn-quality fucking with fun bits of lovemaking tossed in to keep you on your toes.

“Fuck baby, open your mouth.”

With a pop from letting his balls free, I unhinge my jaw and let him take control.

His cock, having a mind of its own, knows where to go. The drilling of his hips means nothing when I meet him halfway and gobble his length down my awaiting throat.

At first, I can’t wait for him to pull me to whatever speed he wants... I gave up control for a grand five seconds before snatching it back and doing what I want.

I need to be in charge right now.

And he knows it.

I need the control.

Like the time before, I’m a messy eater.

Slobber and spit form ropes of my saliva to connect my bruising lip to his hub. The few days he has been laid up in bed have given his normally shaved parts a prickling, spiky feel.

The up and down motion as I suck Damon’s cock makes his pelvis bounce off my face. The start of his growing hair burns when it touches me.

I don’t mind, not at all.

I want to be consumed by this task and by him. I want this controlled moment together.

Damon’s bottom lip is tucked into his teeth, his blue and white T-shirt folded up under his chin to show off his flexing and rippling toned muscles.

Even with the bruises and the patchy, white taped gauze, my goodness does my man look fine as hell right now.

Filled with lust for me, his orgasm rising up and getting ready to send him over.

His thighs flex and unflex. I’m sure his toes have curled. He’s trying to hold back so he doesn’t cum so fast.

How cute.

I cup his balls and give a slight but firm squeeze at the same time I moan and make sure to meet his eyes.

“Van baby, I—” His eyes roll back in his head, his eyelids dropping to a slit that makes me see only the whites of his eyes as he pours his cum down my throat in long heavy sprays.

Four or five shots emptying his balls with a guttural groan that has him standing on his tippy toes and pulling on my ponytail.

I gulp away the last drop and let my hands push him away.

His head lolls back, his shirt drops from his chin, and his mouth opens. I think I might have killed him.

Any moment now I’m waiting for his eyes to snap open and be green or red and try to eat me like a zombie.

I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and redress him. He looks so out of it.

I tie the strings on his basketball shorts and use his body as a helping tool to get me back up on my feet.

“Damon? Are you okay?” I chuckle, taking his face between my hands and having him lean into me.

“I’ve never come like that before. Shit baby, I think I’m a pound or two lighter.”

He makes me laugh as he starts hugging onto me.

A moment passes, just us hugging onto one another when I feel his hands rub down my back, curve to my ass.

Both of his hands grip a handful of my ass over the thickness of my blue jeans.

Damon growls into my neck, nipping at the skin. He wants to brand me. Mark me again, but we can’t. We have a house full of people waiting on us and the food that’s probably ready.

“Let’s go, we need to be heading back.”

I kiss his shoulder and tap his side, but Damon doesn’t let me get away.

Instead, he bites the tender spot directly on my pulse and jerks my ponytail back so he can have free range.

I gasp in complete surprise and almost fall when he walks us back, picking me up and sitting me on the top back of the toilet.

“We’re not going anywhere until you cum for me, Savannah.”

My pussy clenches, my Kegel muscles showing off like this is a bodybuilder competition and it’s ready for the spotlight.

Gentle kisses that lick at the side of my mouth and bring me to a needy, relaxed state.

Damon has my jeans undone, and with my help of lifting my lower half up, he has them off one leg and hanging off the other.

My shoulder blades against the wall, my ass at the edge of the white porcelain tank, Damon between my legs sitting backwards with my legs thrown over each of his shoulders, he lifts me off the cold toilet top and feasts on the slickness between my thighs.

My back lurches into this curved position that would be uncomfortable if I didn’t have an Angel sucking on my swollen clit to distract me.

My fingers in his silky black hair, I press his face harder into my slit and rock my hips to his mouth. I can feel his nose breathe against my lower lips. Hot puffs of air that warm me before sending me into a chill when he breathes in.

“Finger me, Angel.” I pant and moan my desires, Damon delivering exactly how I asked.

Three of his nimble fingers find my entrance and fill it.

“Oh fuck yes, Angel, yes.”

I lose it. I don’t typically instruct Damon, he knows my body and knows what I need, but this need for control is so strong today I can’t help it.

I grind my pussy on his face, fucking his nose as he sucks my clit and pumps his fingers into me. Over and over again I work in timed movements with him.

Like seesaw motions, we stay together.

I mewl and moan, unashamed and not hiding what we are doing in here.

The want to be quiet and discreet is not found in here with us, face-fucking each other while waiting for four pizzas to be made.

“Damon, a little more,” I whine.

I want him to add a finger to my backdoor. I want him to finger both my holes while sucking and drinking my orgasm away.

He knows too.

He always knows what I need.

His other hand coming to my mouth, I suck his thumb and slow my hips so he can reposition his stance and get where I’m needing him to go.

Damon grazes my sensitive, swollen clit with his teeth while pushing his thumb into my knotted star, making me literally scream out in pleasure.

“Oh my God, Damon, yes. Yes. Just like that.”

As if he didn’t already know.

He works with me, sucking and fingering me from both ends as I hump his face.

Not ten seconds go by before I cry out my orgasm and vibrate with my shaky and trembling thighs.

Damon is easy with me, removing his fingers with a slow ease as he kisses my pussy lips and both my thighs.

I’m a liquified mess of a human being right now, completely boneless.

One Damon takes care of.

Pulling my panties back up and putting my sandal back on my foot. Taking me into his arms and holding me with one arm while pulling my pants back on.

~I love you, Damon Heathcliff Henley.~

~I love you, I love you, I love you.~

~I’m scared and I’m afraid to go back home.~

~I can’t control that.~

~And it’s terrifying.~

~I’m so afraid.~