Chapter 23 —Eva #2
“Oh, Demyon…” I moaned, my body stiffening at his touch.
“You like it, don’t you?” he whispered, pushing his finger deeper and deeper inside me.
I bit my lower lip, my mind and soul gradually surrendering to his dominance.
“Answer me.”
I nodded, then immediately shook my head, refusing to admit how good it was. Unrelenting, his thumb joined in on the fun, massaging my throbbing clit while simultaneously fingering my pussy.
“Oh, fuck,” I purred, tipping my head backward as a wave of pleasure washed over me.
“Tell me, Eva.” He leaned in, his lips grazing mine. “Do you like it?”
His touch unraveled me until all that was left was a shameless, horny version of me. In my defense, I tried all I could to keep her from coming out, but she just wouldn’t stay locked in. I stopped fighting the urge and gave in to the temptation, cutting the lioness loose.
I looked straight into his eyes and said. “If you’re looking for a confession, I’m afraid you’re gonna have to do a lot more than that.”
His lips curled into a mischievous, self-satisfied grin, as though he’d finally met the version of me he wanted to see. “Challenge accepted.”
Our heads collided in a heated kiss that left us both breathless as we devoured each other’s lips. He grabbed my waist and pulled me to himself, his possessive hands roaming my body. I took his cock in my hand and began stroking his length.
He lifted the hem of my dress, dipped his hand back into my panties, and resumed fingering my pussy. As our kiss deepened, I felt the heat spreading across my body, igniting a flame that consumed me from the inside.
His free hand found my breasts, and he began to squeeze them over the fabric of my gown. He raised my leg slightly, shifted my panties to the side, and inserted his cock into my waiting pussy.
“Fuck, you’re so warm,” he whispered, burying himself deep inside me.
My cunt tightened around his cock, his thrusts drawing a series of raw, undiluted moans from my lips. Unable to breathe, I moaned in his mouth, basking in the sweetness of his cock pounding my pussy with merciless strokes.
I broke the kiss and held his gaze, my face a mask of pleasure as his waist ground against mine. Demyon fucked me hard and fast, like a starving beast—and I enjoyed every bit of it. I threw my hands into my hair, moaning out unashamedly.
At this point, I was already long gone, and whoever this woman was, she didn’t give a shit.
“Is that all you’ve got?” I looked into his eyes, my voice soft and seductive. “I thought you’d hit harder than this.”
His hand found my neck, his fingers wrapping around it as if choking me. With his other hand, he raised my hanging leg a bit higher. Once he had me positioned the way he wanted, Demyon began slamming me with relentless strokes.
“Yes, that’s more like it—fuccckkk!”
I knew I was going to drown in my own shame after this. But at this point, I didn’t care—all I wanted was to feel the moment and lose myself in it.
He hit me harder. And harder. And harder.
My eyes rolled backward, and my legs were already shaking terribly. Next thing I knew, he whisked me into the air, holding my legs apart. I wrapped my arms around his neck for support as he fucked me while standing.
His cock was so deep inside me that I felt it in my stomach. He carried me in his arms like I weighed nothing and hit the shit out of my pussy. His groans grew deeper, his groin slapping loudly against my ass.
The sex was rough and fast-paced, a testament to how badly we both wanted each other. His dick was hitting the right spot, each relentless stroke shattering something inside me.
Ideally, we were supposed to move to the rhythm of the background music—slow and reverent. However, things had spiraled out of control by getting heated up too quickly.
He walked over to the bed and lowered me onto the mattress. A sharp, sweet pain shot through me after he spanked my ass. He rolled me over, positioning me on my knees.
“Stretch out your hands above your head,” he ordered, his voice dripping with authority.
Before I could stop myself, I’d already answered, “Yes, sir.”
He yanked up the hem of my dress and spanked my ass again. Demyon grabbed my hips, pulling me backward toward the edge of the bed. There, he slid into my slippery cunt and began hitting me from behind.
He started out slowly at first, building momentum with each passing second. I moaned, basking in the feeling of his cock destroying my pussy. My fingers clenched around the sheets, and I buried my face in the mattress.
Demyon didn’t relent; he kept ramming me hard and fast while occasionally spanking my ass. He molded my butt cheeks with practiced ease, like an experienced sculptor.
He reached out and grabbed a handful of my hair, then tugged at it. The force yanked my head upward, pulling an even louder moan from my lips. My legs trembled beneath me, unable to contain all that pleasure coursing through my veins.
My face was contorted in pleasure, my fingers tightening around the sheets until my knuckles whitened.
His primal growl announced his arrival, and with one deep thrust, he exploded inside me. It was so warm and satisfying that my muscles relaxed all at once.
When he finished, I collapsed on the bed, breathless. My legs were still shaking, my mind still reeling from the intensity of what had just happened.
The crazy part was that I wasn’t fully satisfied yet. I still wanted more. And that was how I knew that I was bound to him in every way that mattered. I thought I’d beat myself up the moment he finished, but I was wrong.
My body wasn’t done yet.
When I rolled over and lay on my back, I saw the same hunger flickering in his eyes. He, too, wasn’t done yet. He climbed back onto the bed and found his way on top of me.
His kiss was gentle, his tongue invading my mouth. I kissed him back, our heads moving in sync to the rhythm of the slow beat in the background. The air was thick with the scent of my arousal, mingling with that of fresh flowers and scented candles.
Our bodies writhed against each other as his hands traced my curves and contours. A part of me hated how I’d completely surrendered to him, but there was nothing I could do about it.
Demyon owned my body, and my reaction to his touch was proof of that. I enjoyed the way he handled me like a beast and was ready for round two.
But this time, I was going to be on top—I was going to look down at his face while riding on his cock.