Chapter 28
As Damon pullshimself from me, I instantly yearn to have him inside me again. I feel empty without him. Although, as his wet dick comes into view, I realize, empty I am not. It’s a good thing I just had my period and am not fertile this week, because what he just did to me, I want to feel that every day—cum and all. Parts of it were painful, but it was a pain that I now crave, a pain that felt like an oath—an oath as honest as the words we spoke. Damon Dupont truly loves me. Damon— As the sensations of sex slowly fade, my mind whirls with thoughts I can’t even process, that being one of the most surprising and exciting. Damon loves me and I?—
It’s then that Damon positions himself between my legs once more. Though this time it isn’t his dick requesting entry, it’s his tongue. My lips part in surprise. The sight of him that close to me sends a fresh wave of warm arousal through my body. “You didn’t think I was done with you, did you? That was just the opening act.” Without another word, Damon brings his tongue to me once more.
“Ah!” My core tightens as I brace myself. I lift my hands above my head and press against the armrest of the couch. The harder I press, the more intense the flicks of his tongue feel.
“You taste so good, Anastasia. I think I need more.” Damon sticks his finger in me then and when he pulls it out, it’s coated in his cum mixed with my own arousal. He sucks it off his finger and quickly repeats the process. God, the way he just did that was so sexy. Withdrawing his finger once more, this time he positions himself over top of me and slips his finger into my mouth. “Tell me, my perfect girl, how do we taste together?” I close my eyes, savoring the taste of us as if this is a religious experience. When I open them again, I find Damon looking at me with a dark lust clouding his features, a wickedness that lets me know he’s done being gentle.
“Like Heaven,” I say. Damon laughs and kisses me. As he does, he returns his attention to my nipples. His touch is so light as he brushes his knuckles over them that I find myself moving against him for more stimulation. My insides contract with pleasure, though not enough to find a release. I almost wish we had some of our toys.
“So desperate to cum,” he moans. “Alright, my love.” Damon stands then. Offering me his hand, he prompts me to do the same. “You remember our rules? If anything hurts or makes you uncomfortable, you let me know.”
“Yes,” I say. “I remember.”
“Good girl. Now, turn around, bend over, and put your hands on the floor.”
“Hands on the floor? What?—?”
“Did I stutter?”
Damon stands before me covered in sweat, which makes his tattoos glisten. The pump of his muscles, the narrow glare of his bright eyes, the way his lips part in anticipation, the pulse of his dick now long and hard—he looks like a predator ready to devour his prey. And, tonight, that’s me. But I’m not afraid. Weirdly enough, his dominance turns me on. “No, sir,” I say. Following his command, I turn around and face the fireplace. The flickering flames warm the back of my neck as I bend over, placing my hands on the floor. My hair topples forward, and I can’t see anything, but what I feel is the most intense form of pleasure I’ve ever felt.
Damon comes up behind me. Running his palms over my ass, he spanks me. I lose track of how many times until he targets my clit. I cry out. He spanks my pussy, clit and all, six times. Everything pulses, no doubt red and raw from his touch. Then he moves his hands to my thighs and picks me up. In one swift motion, he picks me up, pulls me toward him, and sinks into me from behind. “Oh my God,” I call out in surprise. The first thrust practically knocks the air from my lungs. I wince, but quickly find bracing myself only hurts. Instead, I give up control. I submit to him and my body opens for him in a way I’m not sure it ever has before.
Over and over again, he presses into me while pulling my entire body toward him at the same time. It’s like he’s slamming his dick into me and me onto his dick all at once. With this angle, he goes deeper than I’ve ever felt him. Each thrust hits something deep within me that makes my insides burn. I can feel my arousal building. My core tightens. I focus on the burn and even the noises the two of us make. There’s the squirting and snapping sounds of our bodies colliding, my moans and screams, and Damon’s grunts and dirty talk as he pounds into me. This is the Damon I once feared and now crave.
“You feel so fucking good,” he says then.
“You feel—” My clit throbs as Damon’s balls smack into it with each thrust—over and over again. My body finally gets enough stimulation that I find my release. Unable to think or speak, I cum. It pulls from me a loud cry, so loud I’m almost embarrassed. My body shakes with pleasure as Damon continues to thrust inside of me, milking me for all that I’m worth.
“Like that, baby. Let the whole world know that you’re mine.” I’m dazed and exhausted as Damon pulls himself from me and quickly gets me upright. I grab on to his arms for support as I nearly topple over. Damon takes a step back and guides us both to the couch. He sits on the edge, his dick still hard. “Sit, my love. You know where.”
“Damon, I…I don’t know how much more I can take.”
“It’s okay, baby bird. This position isn’t about anything except feeling close to one another. I won’t thrust unless you ask me to.”
I nod and comply. Straddling him, I settle onto his penis. As I do, I bend my knees and press them onto the couch for support. I relax into the face-to-face position, and Damon fills me, satisfying my craving to feel close to him. As we look into each other’s eyes, it’s happiness I feel and find. He kisses me, soft and gentle, and then I press my forehead against his. Our breathing synchronizes. After so much pleasure, so much intensity, so many loud expressions of desire, this is the come down and it’s quiet, delicate, hopeful for what is to come.
“Damon, I love you,” I say, my forehead still pressed to his. “I love you.” I pull back from him then and watch him as the weight of my words reaches him. He looks at me in both surprise and yet, something else.
“Anastasia Cross, I will spend the rest of my life making sure you never regret those words or this night. I don’t feel worthy of your love, but I want it. I…I need it. And I’m honored to receive it.”
His words bring a smile to my face, a perfect ending to a night I will never regret. I move my hand to his cheek, desperate for one more kiss before I ask him to find the snack bag he brought me earlier. Though, as I do, the glass on the front door to his parlor shatters and Damon has me off him in a matter of seconds.
“Get to my office,” he says as he quickly puts his boxers on. “Get to my office and lock the door. Now, Anastasia!” he yells. I’m in shock, so much so I can hardly maintain my balance nor put one foot in front of the other. Damon moves with quickness and purpose as he reaches around the sofa and retrieves two guns. He cocks them and points them in the direction of the door. It’s then that I see a hand reach through the broken pane of glass and unlock it from the inside. “Anastasia!” Damon yells once more. As the intruder pushes the door open, I finally snap into action. Naked, I run to Damon’s office and lock the door behind me.