Chapter 16 #3
“Prove it,” he taunts. “Show me how badly you want me inside you. I want to see you fuck my hand.”
My arms and legs tighten around him, using him for leverage as I start to rock my hips, grinding and clenching around his thumb.
He teases my back hole, groaning at the sight of me chasing after my own pleasure.
My breaths come faster, panting against his mouth while my heart races in my chest. I feel him grin when a needy whimper escapes, because as much as I try, it’s not giving me what I need.
“You okay, baby?” he murmurs against my lips. “Something wrong?”
I rock my hips harder, and when it’s still not enough, he laughs and nips at my bottom lip.
“Tell me what you need, besyonok.”
“I need you.”
He laps at my upper lip with his tongue while his finger presses harder against my ass, causing another quick spike of pleasure while he says, “You have me.”
“I need you inside me,” I say.
His voice is dripping with amusement when he moves his thumb and says, “I am inside you.”
This time when I groan in frustration, he laughs.
“I need your cock inside me,” I clarify.
“Hmm,” he muses, like it’s quite the pickle I’ve gotten myself into. “Did my big dick ruin you, sweetheart? Addicted already?”
“Yes and yes,” I tell him before fisting the back of his hair and kissing him hard.
His deep groan of pure need makes me feel a little bit better, and when I give his tongue a good suck, pulling it into my mouth, he nudges the tip of his finger into my ass.
My body instinctively tenses, but the more he teases and works my body, the more I loosen up.
“Jesus,” he groans as he pulls back and starts walking towards the house like a man on a mission. “I hope you weren’t planning on sleeping, besyonok, because I plan on fucking you until the sun rises.”
The giddy laugh I give is part holy shit and part yes, please!
True to his word, as soon as we’re back inside his room, he’s tossing me on the bed, yanking his boxers off and sliding back into me. The rush of pleasure mixes with the pain of having to stretch around his thick size so quickly after our first time, but I love it.
“So much better than your thumb,” I murmur against his lips, feeling him smile against me.
He makes an approving hum of a sound before saying, “I’ll have to think of somewhere else to put it then.” His lips ghost over mine as he thrusts in harder. “Any ideas, besyonok?”
“I might be able to come up with something,” I tell him as I rock up to meet his hips when he drives back into me. He groans and kisses me harder, both of us losing ourselves in the other again.
Neither one of us wants this night to end, and we make good use of every single minute of it, only stopping when the sun starts to rise. I use the last of my strength to cuddle up next to him before my eyes drift shut and I fall into a deep sleep.
I’m not sure if it’s the soreness between my legs or my parched throat that wakes me, but when I finally open my eyes, the sun is high in the sky and Damien is curled around me so tightly I can barely breathe.
I smile at how much of a cuddler he is and kiss his arm before reaching mine out to grab my phone from the nightstand.
“Holy shit,” I whisper when I see it’s nearly two in the afternoon.
Damien grunts and cups one of my breasts while I feel him grow hard against my ass.
I smile at how insatiable he is but I also know there’s no way in hell I can go for another round right now.
While I try to put some distance between my very sore pussy and his quickly growing cock, I click on the messages my mom has left me.
MOM:
Sitka, oh my god, honey, I thought you were going to at least pretend to go to Allie’s. I called Svetlana and asked how you were and she had no clue what I was talking about. I had to pretend that I’d forgotten you were at Talia’s.
MOM:
Your brothers are asking for you, and you know what a bad liar I am, so I’ve been avoiding them. You need to get your butt up and dressed, because I think they’re going over there after work.
MOM:
You’re not answering my texts so I assume that means you had a great time last night. Text me when you can so I know you’re okay. I love you, and I hope you’re polishing my Mother of the Year award, because I think I deserve one, lol.
I groan and roll over while Damien lifts his head to ask, “What’s wrong?”
I quickly read him my mom’s texts while he lazily runs his fingers along my stomach and chest.
“Aren’t you worried?” I ask him when he seems way more interested in getting my nipples as hard as possible than the possibility my brothers could show up at any time.
“No,” he says, giving me a teasing pinch. “I love you, and I’m going to marry you. No one is going to stop that from happening.”
My worry is momentarily pushed aside at his words as I smile up at him. “In case you’re wondering, I’ll say yes when you ask me.”
He smiles and kisses me while he gives me a hard enough pinch to make me briefly wonder if my pussy can in fact take another round.
Pulling back, he grins and says, “Good to know, besyonok.”
Before I can make a decision that will have me unable to walk for the rest of the day, he pulls the sheet off and runs his eyes down the length of my body.
“Fucking incredible,” he murmurs, making me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. “Come on, baby, we have time for a quick shower. I promise to behave myself as much as I can. I know you’re sore.”
When he stands, I grab the hand he offers me and let him pull me to standing.
I follow him into the bathroom, grinning when he keeps one hand on my ass the whole time.
After brushing my teeth, I step under the hot water, watching as he does the same.
I try to remind myself that we need to hurry, that my brothers could come barging in at any second, but all I can do is watch the water hit his gorgeous, tattooed skin and cascade down his body.
I don’t put up any fight at all when he presses me against the tiled wall and drops to his knees before me.
Once his lips touch my tender, aching flesh, everything else disappears.