The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 142

~CLARISSA~

I’m restless and impatient. Atticus has Damon caught up in a card game with the others, and he isn’t getting a chance to come to my room.

I’ve been in and out of my room for two hours so far, and each time I could feel his eyes on me. He knows I’m waiting on him.

I can sense his impatience, but he has to hold it in front of everyone else.

I could feel his eyes following me as I walked into the kitchen and then out of it.

“Where the hell is your head at?” Dante asks. “You’re causing us to lose this game.”

Damon growls and buries his hand in his hair; he looks like he wants to pull the strands out. “I’m bored. Why are we even playing this again?”

He wasn’t bored. He wanted to come to me.

I walked back to my room and f****d myself to stay there until he was ready for me. I got out of my clothes once more. I loved his reaction last night to seeing me n***d, and I wanted to do the same to him tonight.

I didn’t think there would ever be

giggle at the thought of it. Everything that I wanted was finally

the door finally opens, I quickly look up and feel relief flow throughout my body when I find Damon in front of me. He quickly

body off the sheets and covers my mouth with his. I wrap my arms around his neck and straddle

he grabs my hips and purposefully rubs me up and down his

hissed before throwing me onto the bed and

night here,” I whisper. “Why can’t you

“Because I want

assure him. “I want you

legs wide. My a*s flies off the bed when his

he tries his best to hold back. “I’ve never felt anything like this before. You feel so damn good, Clarissa. How could I have stayed away from you

answer to that question. Why did he take this long to be

finger out, only

groans as he keeps repeating the motion, each time getting

though this felt amazing, it still wasn’t enough. It still wasn’t

taking it against his tongue. My lips part, and it’s hard not to scream when he’s bringing me so much pleasure. I can’t hold it in anymore, and I think Damon realizes it because he covers my mouth with his hand to stop me from screaming. I bite his fingers to prevent myself from bringing attention

The last thing I wanted was for everyone to

body. He covers my scream with his hand

but thrash against him as he continued to practically lick and suck on my p***y. My

“Please, please.” I was begging him for something, and even I didn’t know what it was. I could