CHAPTER 2: HIS BIG BLACK COCK

LENA’S POV Damon’s car was a sleek black muscle car, parked just down the street. He pressed me against it, his body pinning mine, his mouth crashing down on mine again.

His hands were everywhere, gripping my ass, squeezing my tits, sliding up my dress and ripping my panties down my thighs.

The sound of tearing lace was the hottest thing I’d ever heard.

“You’re not wearing these home,” he snarled, stuffing them into his pocket.

“I don’t need them,” I panted.

He groaned, his hips grinding against mine. Even through his slacks, I could feel him—thick, hard, huge.

“You’re gonna be the death...