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WHOS PATHETIC NOW : DAMIAN WAYNE.
"Damian..." you whisper as your fingers trail the hard desk material. "What?" he doesn't even spare a look. You scoff at his unbelievable attitude and start pulling off your top, action he doesn't seem to notice.
"Damian," you say again, this time in a more strident tone, as if you're demanding attention. As his head swings to you, he chokes on his own rudeness and says, "Fuck... stop."
You smirk amused. Damian seems lost on your skin as his eyes eat you up on sight.
"But I haven't done anything..." you chant, turning his chair to face you and purposefully lowering down so your breasts are level with his greedy eyes "...yet."
His hands grip your hips and pull you into his lap with a single forceful tug. You smugly shift yourself in his lap, accidentally brushing your dripping core against his noticeable erection.
"What the..." he asks, lifting your skirt and returning his gaze to your face. "You've got to be kidding me. Are you already drenched? Are you that desperate to be fucked that you'll do anything to get fucked?"
His words make heat rise up your entire body and a whimper falls from your lips.
"You slut, I'll take that as a yes." Damian laughs and tosses his head back as your eyes open at the name. You try striking his chest because you're annoyed by his arrogance, but he deftly grips your wrist. "Don't even try to conceal it," he says, drawing you closer and pressing his lips against your ear. "You say a lot of intriguing things when you're drunk."
You turn your head to the side avoiding his gaze and he laughs once again. Here he is, the cocky bastard Damian you don't usually get to see often.
"Now you're shy?" he teases "Can't be a brat anymore, uh?"
You silence him with a forceful, desperate kiss, which he quickly seizes. Damian, the dominant rough, appears to be in the same boat as you. He scoops you up and slams you against his desk in one fluid motion. His lips suddenly break from yours, leaving you gasping for air, with only a string of saliva between the two of you, which Damian has to agree is quite hot, especially with your plummed rosy lips half-open. It's all due of him.
"I'm giving you what you want. Aren't you happy?" a smirk forms on your lips and you nod "You fucking slut."
He forcefully leads you to sit on the edge of the desk and kneels down. You watch carefully all his movements and heat rises on your cheeks when he pokes his head under your skirt.
"Damian..." you moan out lowly feeling his hot breath hitching your pussy. "Just stay still," he whispers while teasingly running a finger between your folds. You squirm and hold yourself up with trembling arms.
Damian's tongue caresses your slit, eliciting ragged groans from you, his hands resting on your thighs, ensuring that they are wide open for him. When the tip of his tongue brushes across your clit, your hips thrust forward and a shudder runs up your spine.
