“Oh. My. God! Damian, that was amazing. You are amazing!” she sighed. “We’re so good together. Don’t you think?”

Damian lay on his back, his arms bent and his head resting in his hands. He couldn’t remember her name, but was hoping she’d stop talking. He shook his head slightly. “Yeah, whatever.”

“I could be with you every day for the rest of my life. I’ve never had anyone make love to me like that.”

Damian rolled his eyes. “We didn’t make love. We hooked up. We fucked.”

She giggled. “You know what I mean. I think there was more to it than just having sex. It felt like it to me anyway. Didn’t it to you? You can admit it.”

Her nasally voice was annoying him. “Um, not really. I’m pretty sure it was just fucking.”

“Hey! What if I was your soul-mate? Wouldn’t that be something? Then we’d be together forever.”

Damian rolled onto his side to face her, his elbow bent and his chin resting in his palm while his fingers tapped against the side of his face. “You are definitely not my soul-mate. We definitely didn’t make love. And that forever shit is definitely not happening.”

“You never know, Damian. I think we’re meant to be. We fit together too perfectly. What we just experienced isn’t ordinary.”

Damian had wanted to sink into her once more before leaving, but with her insistence on their fling being something it wasn’t he decided it was time to get far away from her. She was another stage-four clinger. He sat up and scooted to the edge of the bed. He scanned the room for his clothes, then scooped them up and began to pull on his pants.

“Please, just stop it. I just met you earlier tonight. You invited me back to your place to fuck you, and I did. This was nothing more than that, and it won’t ever be anything more,” Damian said.

She moved over to where he sat and rubbed her hand across his wide shoulders, down his back to his narrowed waist. “You don’t have to leave, you know.” Her warm lips pressed against his skin.

“It’s best if I leave, trust me.” Damian stood with his back to her while he pulled his jeans up over his hips.

“Are you sure I can’t talk you into staying just a little longer?” She scrambled off the bed and knelt before him. She reached up and covered his large hands that were holding his jeans at the waistband, then gently tugged his jeans back down, freeing his semi-hard cock. Without hesitation, she wrapped her fingers around the base and licked around his head. She loved the saltiness and co-mingled taste of them both on him.

“Don’t,” Damian forced out.

She didn’t stop. She took his length into her mouth. While pumping with her hand, she bobbed back and forth on his cock as she felt him thicken in her mouth. Her other hand wiggled his jeans down further so she had full access to his balls. She cupped them in her palm while continuing to suck him.

Damian watched her take all of him deep into her throat while he slowly fucked her delicious, warm mouth. He’d missed this treat earlier, but was glad she’d kept him there.

He closed his eyes and his hips pumped faster as he lost himself in her oral pleasure. She was great at giving head.

“Geez,” Damian hissed. “You’re going to make me come if you don’t stop.”

She looked up at Damian with hooded eyes while holding him tightly in her grasp. She sucked harder, her tongue circling his shaft and head. She moaned with each stroke. His cock stiffened, and within seconds his release was streaming down the back of her throat. She swallowed and sucked, making sure not to lose one drop of his seed.

“Damn,” Damian groaned.

She sat back on her haunches, still holding Damian’s cock. As the last few drops of cum oozed from his tip she lapped them off, then released him from her hold when she was satisfied she’d gotten it all.

“I told you, I believe we were meant to be together, Damian. I’m the woman for you. Just think about it, will you? I know I could make you happy. I damn sure can make your dick happy. Don’t be so quick to say no. Okay?”

He smiled at her, fighting back a chuckle. “What’s your name, again?”

“Are you serious? You had sex with me and I just sucked you off, and you can’t even remember my name? You’re a pig, Damian. A filthy pig. I can’t believe you!” she screamed.

“You told me in the bar, but I could barely hear you. Sorry.” Damian fought harder to stifle his laughter. “Are you going to tell me or what?”

She sighed loudly. “It’s Jessica. God, I don’t even know why I just told you. I can’t believe you’re just now asking me,” she scoffed. “Will you even remember?”

“Yeah.” Damian would remember. He kept a book filled with names and numbers to make sure he’d remember the women he never wanted to see again.

“Give me your phone number, Jess.”

“Jessica. My name is Jessica. I hate being called Jess. I guess you didn’t hear me when I told you that either,” Jessica fumed as she rattle off her phone number.

“Are you going to call me so I have your number, too?” she asked.

“Nope.” Damian set his phone on the bed and yanked his jeans up, then slid the phone into his pocket. He quickly pulled his shirt on, followed by his socks and shoes. “I’ll call you when I want to talk to you and see you again.”

“Don’t wait too long. I’m not going to sit around forever, waiting to hear from you,” she huffed. “Unlike some of the young women your age my clock is ticking. I have higher expectations for this,” she pointed at Damian, then to herself, “and you, than just a quick night in the sack.”

“It wasn’t that quick, sweetheart. And I like it when an older woman has high expectations. That’s good, I guess.” Damian double-checked to make sure he had everything. He took a step toward Jessica, wrapped his hands in her long blond tresses, and leaned down to kiss her on the cheek.

“Thanks for a good time,” Damian said with a smirk. “See you around, Jess.”

“Jerk,” she muttered.

Damian rushed out the door and down the stairs. He laughed as he thought to himself how they were all the same. All the women he’d been with swore they were the one for him. All swore they could make him happy. All believed they were his soul-mate.

Most had been nothing more than one night stands who gave him their numbers in hopes of getting a call from the prized shifter bachelor. Only one woman had been lucky enough to get the phone call they all hoped to receive.

Jessica was definitely not going to be that fortunate.