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.

on my back, looking at the stars in the ceiling. How much longer would I have to wait? I didn’t think there would ever be a day when I would wait n***d in my bed for Damon

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

body when I find Damon in front of me. He quickly

mouth with his. I wrap my arms around his

mouth, and I can feel how much he wants me between my legs. I gasp when he grabs my hips and purposefully rubs me up and down his body while still kissing me. I was growing

before throwing me onto the bed

I whisper. “Why can’t you give me

I want to make this as special

I assure him. “I want you now, Damon. I don’t want

flies off the bed when his finger sinks into my p***y without warning. I could feel it squeezing him, asking

head against my forehead, and I can see the look of pain on his face as 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

question. Why did he take this

finger out, only to push it back in, this time deeper than

repeating the motion, each

though this felt amazing, it still wasn’t

pleasure. I can’t hold it in anymore, and I think Damon

was for

he travels down my body. He covers my scream

help but thrash against him as he continued to practically lick and suck on my p***y. My eyes rolled back into my head at the pleasure he was bringing to

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