Aria increased the pressure, her movements becoming more desperate, less controlled. Her dress had ridden up completely now, bunched around her waist, and she was essentially bare against him except for the soaked lace of her panties.
"That's it. Look at you. So beautiful like this. So desperate. So mine." His hands slid from her hips to her ass, gripping hard, helping her move faster. "You're going to come all over my thigh, aren't you? Going to make a mess of my expensive suit."
"Yes...oh god...yes...."
"Do it then. Come for me. Show me who you belong to."
The orgasm had been building all night, held back by his control, and now it crashed over her with devastating force. She cried out....loud enough that anyone passing by would have heard....as pleasure tore through her body in waves so intense they bordered on painful.
Damien held her through it, his hands firm on her hips, his thigh pressed hard against her as she convulsed and shook.
