Allison’s boyfriend.
Damien couldn’t take his eyes off Allison. She hadn’t only declared those strange words, but she
seemed to be standing by the words. Her gaze and gait said it all. “Since when did they start dating?”
“Allison had a crush on Damien?” “I never saw this coming.”
Damien couldn’t help but look away from Allison to the girls who were muttering amongst themselves.
What did they think, that he couldn’t hear them? The truth was, if it were before, Allison was out of his
league. There were a whole lot of popular movies that Allison had starred in as the female lead. She
had won several awards and she was just 21.
It was said that she was seeing Martin Reeves, a hot and classy billionaire of the popular Cleavrock
firms. The second most popular company in the world. “So what if he’s your boyfriend? He can’t just
snatch my thing and get away with it.” Claire had snapped back at Allison. Damien loved Claire for
something. She was a tough girl who adjust to any situation as soon as possible. Naturally, she should
be flustered by what Allison had said, because she knew that Allison was hotter than she was even
though she was a model. Because every little details that her body missed were available in Allison. “I
think you’re missing the important detail here. You need fish from me, you’ll have to give something in
return.” Damien prevented Allison from responding. “Why must it be from me? Why can’t you ask
someone else. Like Jada, your whore.”
Jada eyes were kindled by rage when Claire mentioned her. Damien smirked, looking to Jada,
“Jada is smarter than you are. You call her swift decisions being a whore. But of all the ladies here, I
can only speak for her and Mira, talking about smartness.”
At the end of the sentence, Damien made his eyes drop on Ayisha. Claire felt really offended by what
he had just said. She made to slap him, but Allison held her hand. “Don’t even think of it?”
Claire scoffed. “Did you already become his whore? Isn’t it too early, classy Allison?”
Damien observed Allison’s expression. She didn’t seem offended by Claire’s rude outburst.
Allison spread her face into a sheepish smile. The killer smile, stepping forward, past Damien, closer to
Claire. She leaned towards Claire and whispered in her ears, “At least I’m a step ahead of you. And
stop with the vainshow, I know you’re dying to have him. Don’t forget I have your secret in my palms.”
Allison regained her former posture and then smiled at Claire as though she didn’t say anything. She
turned to Damien, “Come baby, let’s go.” She wanted to pull Damien away, but he refused to be. He
handed the thing he had snatched from Claire back to her. Claire snatched it, and clicked her tongue,
rolling her eyes. Damien smiled. He pulled the bag containing the fish and brought out carps and kois.
He gave one each to the girls, but refused to give Claire one. “I hope you girls are doing good.” He
turned after those words and walked away. Allison hurried to him and slid her arm into his, holding
firmly unto it as they walked away. “Wow. Damien is really kind. He gave us fish for free.” “I used to
think that he was dick, but now I’m convinced otherwise.” Laurette seconded what Evelyn had said.
“He’s getting burly too. I love strong guys who make solving problems seem like sleeping.” “I think I’m
falling for him already.”
“Me too.”
Claire watched the girls in contempt as they chattered. She was annoyed. Her eyes strayed to the peg
which Damien had dropped. She walked to it and started stabbing the pond mercilessly.
Maybe give her a title, The angry fisher gir…. “That bitch!!!”
She cussed.
Damien and Allison kept walking arm in arms through the woods until they got to a turn in paths.
“We should wash our clothes. Mine stinks.”
He suggested. She followed him in the direction of the Waterfall. It didn’t take long before they got
there.
“You go, I’ll wait my turn.”
He offered but she had another idea.
“I have bra and panties on. I won’t be naked. So, we could do it the same time.”
He nodded. He walked to the shore of the water where there were many fresh stones. He removed his
top, squatted and started washing. She was behind him. He could hear her removing her clothes, but
he didn’t look back at her.
She squatted beside him and started washing. He made sure not to look at her. He kept his eyes glued
to the hems of his top fisted in his palm. .
“There’s no detergent, it’ll be quite hard to make it clean. But at least, the offensive odour
would be dealt with.”
He said more to himself than her, but his voice was loud enough. “Only a fool will complain in a
situation like this.” She said. He moved his face in her direction but then refrained again. He didn’t want
to be obvious, neither did he want to start imagining things. He had an ego to feed even though the lust
was overwhelming. “Why do you keep avoiding me, do you hate me that much?” She let the ball rolling
at once. This time, Damien couldn’t help but look at her. His undisciplined eyes strayed to the swell of
her milk big tits held up firmly by the white bra. What he had been trying to avoid. He looked away,
gulping. If he didn’t, he would be imagining his — “You won’t complain if I do, would you?” He decided
to keep his eyes on her face, that way, he wouldn’t have to worry much. “I’m in no position to
complain.” “That’s right.”
He stood up and walked to a nearest tree and spread the cloth on the branch. She followed suit. They
both walked to a fallen trunk in sight and sat on it. Then Damien remembered the bag of fish.
“How about we wash the fish while we wait, so we don’t just sit it out?”
He suggested “Who says we have to seat?”
He looked at her, she was ogling. Of course he understood what she meant. But he was still baffled by
why she kept throwing herself at him. He seized that medium to trace her tits down to her white and red
panties. It seemed like he could see her vulva. He might have a boner if he didn’t look away.
He had been practicing self control for a while now. And so far, being cold has been working, if he was
to look at it on the physical. “Of course you’re right, we’d have to squat it through!” He stood up and
walked to the water, pretending to not understand. He picked the bag with him. He squatted by the
water and began to wash the fish.
“Did he really turn me down again?” She muttered to herself, gawking at him. “I could use some help!”
He called. She sneered, standing up.
“Okay.”
The scorching rays of the sun sobered up the drunk earth from the drizzling showers from last night.
Since the earth had a fair share, it was less to say for the light fabrics of both their clothes.
The two walked back into the castle. Damien pulling the bag of fish while Allison, the sauce and roots
that the cooking skill had told Damien about.
“I’ll prepare the food today.”
Damien announced walking in the direction of the kitchen.
“Don’t you want to eat something else?” He halted at her words and turned slowly. “You should give up
by now.” Damien meant it as a thought, but his tongue was swifter than his brain. Yet, she shook her
head and edged towards, “You have no idea how much my body wants a hard cock” She got to him
and made him drop the bag. She began to kiss him, her full lips were at advantage, dominating his.
“No, stop.” He wanted to push her away, but his hand involuntarily touched her left tit instead. His brain
was reluctant to take his hand off. “See? You want it too… even if it’s not me… you want it…” She
slowly guide him to the floor, governing his lips again. The warmth of her mouth knocked his brain out.
She gently slid her clothes off, left in Bra and panties. Damien swallowed, unconsciously licking his
lower lip. She slowly climbed on him and kissed him again. But now with tongue and hands all over his
face. He knew what she was doing, she was trynna make him succumb. Whereas, he didn’t mind since
they started.
She slid her left palm down his body and plucked his boner out. “Woo, it’s big.”
She bit her lower, smiling in his face. Her warm skin burnt against his, sending an electrocuting surge
down his body. “I want your cock inside him.” She shifted her panties sideways and sat on it. She
began to ride him slowly, going to and fro but gently.
“Grab my tits. Squeeze them.”
She ordered and he did. He didn’t have the mind of his own anymore. And as soon as he grabbed her
big tits, she went rogue. Riding him mercilessly and with passionate speed.
Aeons boyfriend.
“Fuck yes, Damien.”
His name in her mouth made him go wild… It was his time to repay her in kind…
“Oh shit, Damien…”
Her voice and moans could be heard outside the fence.
“Fuck…”
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