Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

I dove in, catching his bottom lip between my teeth and
pushing us both through the pool house door.
He stumbled back, snarling and ready to fight me, but I
rushed in, sinking my mouth into his and pushing him down
onto the couch. I covered his lips with mine, gripping his
throat with one hand and holding myself up with the other.
“Fuck you,” he sneered, pulling his mouth away.
I grinned and flicked his lip with my tongue. “Only if you
want to.”
Releasing his neck, I yanked his jeans open and slid my
hand down inside as he grabbed at my hand, trying to stop me,
but I gripped his fucking cock, feeling it was already a little
stiff.
“What is she wearing?” I started, stroking him, not giving
him time to think. “What is she fucking wearing for you,
huh?”
He stopped breathing, closed his eyes, and tipped his head
back, letting out a groan. “Damon, stop.”
I hovered my mouth over his, stroking him a little faster as
I nudged my knee between his legs, parting them. “What is she
wearing?”
He grew full and hard, and I traced my tongue along his
bottom lip. “She wants you in her mouth.” I tightened my grip
on his cock. “She wants this in her mouth.”
“Yeah.”
And I had him.
“What the fuck is she wearing?” I stroked him again and
again, his skin smooth and hot in my hand.
“She sleeps…” He paused, gasping at what I was doing to
him.
“Yes?”
His body shook. “She sleeps in these…in these sweet, little
panties,” he said, his eyes still closed and imagining the object