Chapter 18
Eighteen
Damien
As I drove back to the cottage, bone-tired from one of the longest twenty-four-hour periods of my life, part of me had already known what I would find when I stepped inside.
For Blair, whose least favorite thing is being told what to do, followed shortly by discomfort of any kind, the temptation to defy an overt order would be too much to resist.
I told myself I was prepared for the sight of it, that I wouldn’t let it—or her—affect me.
Except, as I stepped inside the cottage and saw her there in my bed, shrouded by deep, dreamlike shadows and my own exhaustion…
the reasons I shouldn’t do this fell to the floor with every step I took toward the bed.
So as I stood over her, staring down at this beautiful, bold creature, all I knew was that I wanted her.
Just as woefully unprepared as I was to accept my desire for her, I’m equally disarmed in the face of denying her. When she pulls back the blankets and offers her soft, sleepy invitation, there is nothing to hold me back. I simply can’t do it.
The T-shirt she must have taken from my drawer is twisted around her body, its hem casting a torturous shadow over the space between her bare thighs.
Thighs that part, making room for me as I drop to my knees at the edge of the mattress, crawling forward to get between them, as ravenous as a starving man being welcomed to a feast.
I don’t waste time, gripping the backs of her knees and lifting them over my shoulders, opening her up for my mouth to descend on the slick slit waiting for me there. She’s already so fucking wet, and as I drag my tongue through her seam, I hear my groan of approval before I realize I’ve issued it.
Maybe I really was starving, because as her taste flows over my tongue, a dark, possessive beast roars into existence. I’m a man obsessed, lapping greedily at every drop her body has to give me, and when it’s thinned, fucking her opening with my tongue to get more.
Fingers tighten in my hair, and the edge of pain makes my cock pulse, precum leaking from the tip to join the spot already soaking my boxer briefs. I should have taken them off, should have removed every fucking barrier between us, but the foresight was lost to my urgency as I saw her lying here.
“Holy shit,” Blair sobs, grinding her greedy cunt against my mouth. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop!”
She doesn’t have to worry about that.
We’ve barely begun, and already I know neither of us will be getting any sleep, not for a long time.
I’m going to make her come on my face. Then, I’m going to do it over and over again, until she’s puffy and slick and so sensitive that she’s trying to pull me off.
Only when I’m satisfied she’s at her limit am I going to take my dick out and unleash weeks of frustration on the swollen hole between her legs.
The thought has me pressing my hips into the mattress, aching and aroused beyond belief. Already, I’m perilously close to finishing, but I don’t attempt to stop it, grinding myself against the bed as Blair’s thighs begin to shake under my hands.
I pull her clit between my lips, suckling on the firm little nub as the woman beneath me breaks apart with a cry.
Feeling her come for me, because of me, is the equivalent of adding gasoline to a raging fire. Her honey-sweet cum is dripping over my chin as I push her legs open wider, holding her open for me to feast as the tension building in my groin finally gives way.
My groan is muffled in her sex as I spill in my trousers, and even if it isn’t what I need, I’m grateful for it.
I can focus now, and after I’ve come down, the way I eat her cunt is fucking exacting.
I pay attention to every moan, every whine, every little tilt of her hips.
I learn she likes my fingers inside her as I suck her clit, and she likes it more when I spread them, stretching her.
The pain of it makes her whine and squirm, but she comes harder when I do it, and after three more orgasms, I know she’s finally getting close to where I want her.
I’m hard again, my erection slick with my own cum, and throbbing angrily. The mattress won’t be enough to get me off this time.
“Oh, fuck. I can’t. Please, I can’t,” Blair whines, trying to squirm away from me as her most recent orgasm fades, and I redouble my efforts on her poor, abused cunt.
She’s swollen as hell, and there’s a wet spot under her ass from her cum and my saliva. As I push two fingers inside her hole, my dick leaps at how much tighter she’s become. Almost there.
Whimpering, Blair pulls my hair, trying to drag me off.
I allow her to pull my mouth a few inches back from her pussy and glare up at her. “It’s going to hurt, but you’re still going to give me one more.”
Breasts that I still haven’t laid eyes on are heaving beneath the crumpled T-shirt as Blair thrashes her head back and forth, eyes wide and pleading. “I can’t.”
My two fingers are still inside her swollen channel, and she pants unsteadily as I ease them in and out, stroking her G-spot.
“You’re going to do it anyway.” My voice is so rough that I barely recognize it.
“You’re going to come again. Then—” My fingers part, stretching her until she cries out, bucking against it.
“And then you’re going to get on your hands and knees, and I’m going to fuck you. Hard.”
The words make Blair moan, and the slick arousal that greets this plan leaves me little doubt how she feels about it. “Please,” she gasps, “you can fuck me now. Please fuck me now?”
My lips, coated in her cum, curve in a dangerous smile. “You want to get fucked?”
Gasping and trembling beneath me, Blair nods. “Yes. Please. I want it.”
My cock likes this proposal, but I scoff. “You know what you need to do, then. Beg for it.”
Blair’s breathing stutters, but she barely hesitates. “Please, please make me come one more time? Please, Damien—”
I don’t think I’ve ever felt more powerful, more wholly in control, than I do in this moment.
The sight of her like this, so outside her own head, so fucking desperate for me to fuck her she’ll abandon her bratty attitude for one goddamn minute…
Christ. My cock throbs painfully as I go to work again, sealing my mouth over her flushed, slick cunt.
She’s so sensitive, so far gone from what I’ve already done, that it won’t take long. I drag the flat of my tongue over her clit, lapping at the bud as I fuck her with my fingers. The overstimulation has to be uncomfortable, painful, even, but she takes it.
Blair’s fingers are still knotted in my hair, twisting and pulling painfully whenever I get overzealous, sucking too hard, or grazing my teeth against her overworked clit.
The way she’s rough with me is almost as arousing as the way her inner walls clutch and tremble around my fingers, a promise for what my cock will be in for, as soon as my good little brat does as she’s told and gives me one more.
It’s a special kind of intoxication to feel her responsiveness, to feel every little tremor and hear her cries grow louder, knowing I’ve done this to her.
None of it compares, though, when Blair’s back snaps off the bed, her entire body convulsing from the earth-shattering orgasm I draw out, and out, and out.
When she’s finally gone boneless and limp beneath me, and I sit back to look at her, I find tears streaming down the sides of her face, and plump tits heaving beneath the dark cotton T-shirt. My stomach hardens, raw, animalistic lust blanketing my mind, meeting her glazed eyes.
She’s still dazed and trembling, but one look is enough to remind her what’s expected of her. In seconds, she’s scrambling unsteadily onto her hands and knees in the middle of the mattress, presenting herself for me.
Fuck yes.
I want to see her tits, but the promise of relief for my aching cock is too goddamn much.
I have no concept of how much time has passed since I arrived back to find her in my bed, but the light in the cottage has grown warm and soft since we started this.
Even if I haven’t slept in twenty-four hours, my exhaustion is nowhere to be found as I rip my T-shirt off and shove away the pants and boxer briefs that are drenched with cum from my earlier release.
“Are you on the pill?” I demand as I follow her onto the mattress, gripping my base in one hand, and reaching between her legs to give her pussy a sharp little spank with the other.
Blair moans, but her back arches, silently begging for more. “W-what?” she asks, sounding dazed.
“Birth control,” I snap impatiently, half out of my mind with the sight of my cock hanging, heavy and swollen with need, so close to her bare cunt.
“Yes,” she finally responds raggedly, arching her back to push her plump ass higher, “I have an implant, and I was tested, please put it in—” Her words break off, turning to a scream of mingled relief and shock which splits the quiet stillness of the cottage.
Her cunt, even after everything I did to it, isn’t prepared for me. Her inner walls stretch snugly around my shaft as I bottom out, impossibly tight and wet and hot—fuck.
Even after finishing in my trousers, I need a moment to steady myself. Closing my eyes, I allow my head to drop back, gripping her hips to keep myself fully seated inside her.
“Ow,” whines Blair, squirming against my ironclad hold. “You’re too big.”
Arousal twists in my gut as I look down, seeing the way her entrance strains around my base.
“From where I’m standing, it looks like I fit just fine, princess,” I grunt and lift one hand, bringing it down on the side of her perfect, round ass in a loud smack, hard enough to leave a red mark after I return my grip to her hip.
“You’ll take it because I told you to, and because I know what this bratty cunt needs. Do you understand?”
She exhales, hanging her head and, at last, makes a tiny noise of agreement. “Yes.”