The sight of her lips stretching around his erection was almost too much for him to handle. Her tongue flicked against the underside of his cock, the wet heat of her mouth sending shivers down his spine. He groaned, his hips instinctively rocking forward as she took him deeper, her cheeks hollowing with every suck. The sensation was exquisite—the perfect mix of teasing and worship.
Damien's hand tangled in her hair, guiding her movements. He watched as Lilah's eyes glazed over with pleasure, her own desire clear in the way she watched him with such intensity. He knew he had to claim her—to make her understand that she belonged to him, just like the rest of his possessions.
The sound of their panting and moaning grew louder in the quiet room. Elena's heart raced as she listened from her hiding spot in the hallway. She had come up to clean the guest room, but the sounds from Damien's suite had stopped her in her tracks. The idea of interrupting them was unthinkable—but she couldn't tear herself away. Her cheeks burned with a mix of shame and excitement as she pressed her ear closer to the door.
Inside, Damien's grip on Taslah's hair tightened, guiding her deeper onto his shaft. Her cheeks hollowed as she took him all the way in, her eyes watering slightly with the effort. The sight of her submissive posture made his cock throb, and he knew it was time to claim her completely. He pulled out of her mouth, leaving her gasping for air.
Moving over Lilah's body, he positioned himself between her legs. She was spread open, begging for him, her pussy glistening with want. He slid the tip of his erection along her slit, feeling the wetness gather around him. Her eyes widened, and she arched her back, offering herself up to him without a word.
With one swift thrust, he entered her, filling her completely. Lilah's scream of pleasure was muffled by the hand he'd slapped over her mouth. Her nails dug into the bed, her body shaking with the intensity of his claim. He didn't stop there; he pumped into her, each thrust punctuating his ownership. Her walls tightened around him, her body trying to reject the invasion, but he was relentless.
Taslah watched, her own desire palpable. She straddled Lilah's face, her wetness hovering above her mouth. Lilah's eyes widened with surprise, but she didn't protest. Instead, she opened her mouth, her tongue darting out to taste. The moment she made contact, Taslah's hips began to rock, her moans joining the symphony of passion in the room.
Elena's hand trembled as she leaned against the wall. She shouldn't be here, listening, but she couldn't tear herself away. The sounds of the girls' moans and Damien's grunts filled her ears, making her own body ache with a need she didn't quite understand. Her hand slid down her stomach, pausing just above her mound.
In the room, Damien's pace grew more erratic. He could feel Lilah's body tightening around him, her orgasm approaching. He leaned down, his teeth grazing her neck as he whispered, "You're going to come for me, aren't you?"
Lilah nodded, her eyes fluttering shut. The sensation of his cock pounding into her and her best friend's pussy grinding against her face was too much. She wanted to scream, but the pussy over her mouth kept her noises to a muffled whimper. Her orgasm washed over her like a wave, her body convulsing as she came around his cock.
Damien felt her tighten around him, her body shaking with the power of her climax. He groaned, his own release building. He pulled out of Lilah's pussy and looked down at her, his eyes burning with lust.
"Good girl," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "Now, let's get you cleaned up for the real fun."
Taslah climbed off the bed, her own need evident in the way she swayed slightly. Damien pulled Lilah to the edge, her legs dangling over the side. He picked up a bottle of champagne from the nightstand and popped the cork, the sound echoing through the room. He poured it over Lilah's chest, the bubbly liquid cascading down her body like a golden waterfall.
Elena's breath caught in her throat as she watched the scene unfold. She had never seen anything so decadent, so raw. Her own hand had strayed between her legs, her curiosity and arousal getting the better of her. The coolness of the floor seeped through her dress, sending a shiver up her spine that had nothing to do with the chill of the evening.
Damien's eyes flicked up and caught hers. For a moment, she was paralyzed, frozen in the act of invading their privacy. But instead of anger, she saw something else in his gaze—a challenge. A silent dare.
Without breaking eye contact, he reached for Lilah's chin, tilting her face up. "Look who's spying on us," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that seemed to echo through the room.
Lilah's eyes widened as she looked at Elena, her cheeks flushing.
"Oh, little house mouse," Damien said, his smile wicked. "Look what we have here. You've been naughty, haven't you?"
Elena's heart raced as she quickly stepped away from the door. The sound of her sandals slapping against the floor grew distant as she sprinted down the hallway, the heat in her cheeks spreading through her entire body. She had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable—and yet, the ache between her legs grew with every step. She had to get away, had to compose herself before they found her.