We live in different parts of town, but it might as well be a different world.

There’s a guard at the entrance to Damon’s building and he opens the door for us as we approach. The door to my building is always open because the latch broke years ago.

The front door to Damon’s apartment unlocks automatically as we approach.

“The lock is synched up to my phone,” Damon explains when he notices the confused look on my face.

Different worlds.

The inside of his apartment is just showing off. There’s not a lot of furniture, but what he does have is clearly expensive. He’s gone for the minimalist look. I tried that once. I had every intention of keeping the apartment clean and relatively free of clutter. Then I started law school and that plan went out the window once I bought textbooks and bookcases to keep them on.

Damon has a flatscreen television on the wall that’s so big I have to step back to take it all in. I knew lawyers earned a lot of money, but I didn’t realize they were this rich.

“I’ll give you the tour later,” Damon says, offering his arm for support as I pull off my heels. “There’s only one room you need to see right now.”

Bedroom. He means the bedroom. Christ, I’m nervous. My stomach contracts and my heart races in my chest. I wasn’t nervous when I pounced on him the other night. Okay, maybe a little, but not like this. Tonight is the night and the two glasses of red wine I had over dinner aren’t enough to keep me calm.

Come on, Kara. You’ve had sex before. It’s not difficult.

Damon opens the door to his bedroom and I step inside.

My stomach releases slightly and I breathe a sigh of relief. “It’s… normal.”

“What were you expecting?”

“I don’t know. Whips and… things.”

Damon smiles and nods towards a built-in closet. “That’s all in there.”

For a second, I think he’s joking. He’s not. I open the closet and look at the collection of metal, leather and silk that looks like it could be used for actual torture in the wrong hands.

“We can save all that for another day,” Damon says, before closing the cupboard. “For now, you need to undress. Slowly.”

“Yes, Sir.”

I unbutton my blouse and throw it to the floor, quickly followed by my bra. I’m completely vulnerable as he stares me up and down, feasting on me with his eyes. My arms keep flinching up as my brain tells my body that it’s not normal to have my breasts exposed in front of a guy I barely know.

I’m not wearing panties again, so the skirt is the last thing to come off. I’m completely naked.

He moves behind me; his breath on the back of my neck sending shivers down my spine. He reaches around and touches the top of my chest lightly, his fingers dancing gently over my skin as he works his way down to my breasts. They flicker over the nipples which immediately stiffen in response.

He moves back around to my front and examines my naked body, starting at my face and working slowly down to my thighs and then back up again.

“You’re stunning,” he says, in a tone that sounds genuine even though I know it can’t be. I know what I am, and I’m not stunning.

Damon starts unbuttoning his shirt, but he does it painfully slowly. I’m so desperate to see what lies underneath that I want to rip the damn thing off. That would probably be against the rules.

The shirt finally lands on the floor and I get to look at his firm, defined chest. It’s covered in a light tan and looks smooth to the touch. My eyes trail down to his stomach which has almost no fat whatsoever. I catch a glimpse of my own stomach—the comparison isn’t favorable. Why would a man with a body this perfect be interested in a woman like me?

Then my eyes spot the bulge in his pants where his penis is hardening and struggling to be set free. He doesn’t have a perfect body. That thing is so big it counts as a flaw.

My stomach starts doing flips again as he loosens his belt and drops his pants and underwear to the floor. He strips off his socks and kicks everything off before standing in front of me as naked as I am.

There it is.

His cock.

I’m not sure whether it’s the length or girth that has me more worried. It’s beautiful though; smooth, with a thick vein running up the underside, pulsing with desire. Desire for me.

“Go lie on the bed and spread your legs wide,” Damon commands.

“Yes, Sir.” I bite my lip and take a few deep breaths, before doing exactly as he says. I’m completely exposed. He’s seen my pussy before, but it feels different this time. More real.

Damon sits next to me on the bed and plants a gentle kiss on my lips as his fingers squeeze my nipples hard enough that I hold my breath until he lets go.

His lips leave mine and head down to my chest where he kisses my nipples lightly before moving down to my stomach. The warmth from his breath makes my stomach tingle as he moves between my thighs.

He plants a gentle kiss against the inside of my right knee and then move his lips down my thigh until he is inches from my pussy. I clench every muscle in my body in anticipation, but he moves his lips back up to my left thigh and slowly works his way down once again.

The tension is agonizing. I’m clawing at the sheets and thrusting my hips towards his face, desperate for him to taste me.

Then it happens.

He plants a kiss on my folds. I gasp a sigh of sweet relief. His tongue explores my lips, teasing its way into my opening, before swooping up to my clit. He explores every part of my core until coming back to my clit as he surrounds it with his lips and sucks gently, lashing the bud with his tongue while my body shakes under his touch.

I can’t stop moaning. Deep groans escape my lips no matter how much I try to stay silent. He’s still licking my clit when he slides two fingers deep into my core. His fingers curl gently inside me but it’s his tongue that sends me over the edge with one long, slow lick of my swollen bud.

My body explodes. I thrust my hips into his face and let out a low moan that drags on for what feels like a minute as warmth spreads through my body bringing with it a pleasure I’ve not felt in years, or maybe ever.

I’m still quivering when he returns to my side. He brushes aside some hair that is stuck to my cheek and then kisses me again. His tongue slides into my mouth giving me a taste of what he savored between my legs.

His lips pull away and I stare into the eyes of the man who just made me come.

“Are you ready?” Damon asks.

I don’t have to ask what for. If I’m ever going to be ready to take such a huge cock inside me, it’ll be now.

I nod my head and watch as he grabs a condom and quickly sheaths himself. He positions his cock at my opening and pushes forward before I have a chance to chicken out.

I grab hold of the covers and squeeze tightly as he slides in deeper and deeper. I’m dripping wet, but he’s thick and my body’s not used to it. I let out a loud sigh as his balls brush against my ass. He’s completely inside me. I’m his now. Truly his.

He leans down and kisses me, moving his hips gently while I get used to his girth. It doesn’t take long for the discomfort to become pleasure. The moans of pain turn into groans of ecstasy. He presses his lips against mine as the pace quickens. He starts thrusting, harder and harder until his balls start slapping against my ass with each movement.

His lips move down to my neck and he bites gently between kisses as his cock takes my pleasure to new levels.

The orgasm comes out of nowhere. I didn’t think I had the energy for another, but it hits me hard when he thrusts his cock into me at the same time his thumb and forefinger grip hold of my left nipple and squeeze tightly.

I dig my nails into his back as the shockwaves rock through my body. My pussy throbs around his cock and I realize I’ll never feel this complete without him inside me.

I close my eyes and let the glow wash over me. I’m drunk on pleasure and don’t ever want it to end. Damon’s thrusts slow down after he finishes inside me. I feel momentarily guilty that I was too wrapped up in my own orgasm to notice his, but he doesn’t seem to mind.

His cock slowly withdraws and I open my eyes to watch him dispose of the used condom. His cock is still semi-erect with his sticky goo on the head just begging to be licked off. I’ve never been fucked like that before and there’s still so much to do.

My gaze drifts over to the closet full of sex toys.

The fun never has to end.