Chapter 19
CHAPTER NINETEEN
BLAKE
I’ve never felt so out of control before. So ready to shut my brain off and give in to every second of pleasure Damon will give me. My pussy aches and his dirty mouth only makes me want him more. Am I ready to give him everything? Every inch of my skin. Unfiltered, unhinged Damon. I meant what I said. Somehow, I trust him. But am I ready for his intensity?
My ass has a mind of its own as I grind against his length. He’s still fully dressed and I’m in undies and a nightshirt but already the friction is too good. And damn, the way he kisses. Like he wants to crawl under my skin and live there.
“Blake, what do you want?” His voice is deep and commanding, just like every other aspect of him. Maybe I’ll regret this later, but now I have to listen to my body and my heart. Mostly my body.
“I want you inside me. Fuck me, Damon. Use me like your good little whore.” My face is red hot as the words leave my lips. I’ve never talked that way before but I love it. I’m desperate for relief from this heavy ache. Relief that I know Damon will be happy to provide.
He climbs off the bed and stands before me like a god. A dark god, but a god nonetheless. I take him in, his lean tattooed body cut with just the right amount of muscle, his thick thighs in those tight black pants. My eyes rake over his impressive bulge, ready to break free. He beckons me with his finger as his dark eyes devour me. “Come here, Angel. Take my cock out like the good little slut you are.”
I crawl to the edge of the bed and kneel to undo his button. He smells so incredible, I want to burrow my face against him. Carefully, I slide his zipper down and wrap my fist around his hard length. I hold him there, awaiting his next command. He pulls his pants down until they hit his knees, giving me a peek at his inked thighs and legs.
“Get it nice and wet.” He tangles his hands in my hair, tugging gently as he brings his dripping cock to my lips. I moan and lick the beads of pre-cum from his tip. “Fuck, yes. That’s my good girl. Suck it, Blake.”
Opening wide, I take him to the back of my throat until I can’t fit anymore, then bring him back out with a pop. I get him nice and wet, sliding my tongue along his length and letting saliva drip onto him. With each thrust, I close my eyes and picture him sinking into me. My body rocks, harder and faster, while he fucks my open mouth.
“You suck it so good, baby. Fuck, I’m gonna come if you keep going.” I open my eyes as he pulls out, feeling dazed. I’m so turned on I can’t think.
He pulls his shirt off and tosses it to the floor, then yanks mine off too. His chest is covered in tattoos but he moves so quickly, I can’t take them in, other than the skeletal spider and webbing across his neck. While he steps out of his pants he motions to my underwear and says, “Off.”
I push away the quick wave of vulnerability and focus on the way this man wants to worship at my feet. He can give two shits about my belly rolls, or my heavy natural tits. I can see it in the way he looks at me. He loves what he sees.
Reaching out to feel his chest, rubbing my palms over the ridges of his abs, I pull him closer. His voice shakes slightly as he says my name. “Blake, you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
He slides his hands from my waist up to cup my tits and brush my nipples with the pads of his thumbs. They’re so sensitive to his touch that it almost hurts. My head falls back as I offer him more. My body is his to do what he pleases.
He drags his hand up past my collarbone to grip my neck. “I love the way your pulse races for me.”
Our lips meet again, this time slower, like we’re savoring every second. My skin’s electric with every pass of our tongues. I can’t take it. He’s denied me before. I’m worried that he’s doing it again. “Please, Damon. I need you.”
“Come to the edge of the bed and turn around.” I back up so I’m on my hands and knees, against the edge of the bed. My nipples brush the bedding and I swear I’m so wet I’m dripping.
Damon surprises me by spreading my cheeks and devouring my pussy. He slides his tongue through my folds and sucks my clit until I’m so close to exploding, I could scream. His tongue flicks and circles me, bringing me higher and higher, and just when I’m about to come he pulls away and slams his cock inside me.
“You’ll come around my cock. Now be a good girl and take every inch I give you.” His hand grips my hair and pulls while I adjust my position. He slides out, leaving me desperately empty, before slamming back in. It feels like sweet agony. He’s so thick, I’m being split in two.
“It’s too big,” I say as he yanks my hair back, forcing me to arch. “Oh God, I can’t.”
“You can and you will.” He slaps my ass cheek hard and pushes deeper. With each inch, I adjust to his size and we start to move together. “Just like that, take it. Such a perfect slut.”
The sound of our skin slapping together and the groans slipping from our lips is nothing short of erotic. I’m so wet, I can hear his cock sliding in and out as he massages my ass cheeks and slaps them together. The fullness and pleasure is like nothing I’ve ever felt before.
He moves his hand to my throat and adds pressure, squeezing the sides with each pump. “Oh, my God.”
“Rub your clit, baby. Come around my cock.” I’m already so close, one touch will bring me to the edge. I reach underneath my body and gasp against the blanket when my finger finds my clit. A few circles on the swollen bud and I feel my pussy spasm. “That’s it. Come for me, Blake.”
As soon as the words leave Damon’s lips, I lose myself, shuddering while he pounds into me. I think I scream his name, but I can’t be sure because I nearly black out. As I’m riding out my orgasm, Damon grabs my waist and lifts me, flipping me onto my back. My eyes are half closed, but I watch him—the way he moves, how he commands my body. He’s everything I’ve ever wanted.
I spread my legs wide, as he grabs each of them, resting them on his shoulders. “Keep playing with your clit.”
I can’t. I’m too sensitive.
He’s waiting for me to listen, though. His cock lined up at my entrance. And I want him. Need him inside me again. I reach down and rub myself, instantly moaning, and he finally pushes into me. The stretch of him with this angle is… I have no words. “That’s my girl. Just like that. Make yourself come again.”
It’s hard to keep my eyes open but I want to watch him. His concentrated look, the pure bliss in his eyes. It’s so hot. But I’m climbing again, chasing another orgasm I didn’t even realize I could have.
Damon’s thrusts are erratic, slower then faster. He pulls out to slam back in. “Shit, Blake… I’m coming. Come with me.”
He starts to pull out and I don’t know what comes over me, but I grab his ass and hold him inside me. Not only that, but I rock against him, fast and hard. “Come inside me. Fill me up.”
“Fuck,” he groans and I see a moment of doubt cross his face, before he grips my thighs and meets me thrust for thrust. “You want my cum, Blake? Such a good little slut. Oh… fuuuck.”
“Oh, my God,” I moan, completely breathless. His fingertips bite into me so hard they’ll bruise as he pumps again. He grazes his teeth along the skin of my thigh and groans.
“That’s right, milk my cock.” We shudder as we come together, Damon calling my name while he spills inside me.
I’m completely out of breath and hypersensitive. Like I’ve just been transported to another planet. Damon collapses against me, and I hold him inside me. “That was… Christ, Blake. I’m a fucking goner.”
I laugh, as he trembles against me. “I feel the same way.” He pushes onto his elbows and pins me with an intense look. “What?” I say, when the silence becomes too loud.
“Nothing… I just can’t believe you’re real.”
An overwhelming sense of warmth flows through me. Like I’m finally cared for by someone. Contentment and peace and… I don’t know what to do with these feelings.
He closes the space between us and kisses me softly, then rubs his cheek against mine with a sigh. Maybe we’re both just two extremely love-starved people who finally found each other.
“I assure you, I’m very real.” I smile against his cheek and plant kisses along his scratchy jaw. “Do you want something from the kitchen? Some water?”
He pulls up and I feel him shift inside me. With a smirk, he says, “Oh, did you think we were done?”
“What? I—uh, yeah? Isn’t that how it works?”
He chuckles low against my ear, causing me to shiver. I shift beneath him and feel his cock already growing hard inside me. Oh .
“Not with me, Angel. I told you, once I’m inside you, I’m never leaving.” Then he wraps my wrists in his hand and holds them above my head. “You’re coming at least three more times tonight.”
“Damon, I can’t,” I start to argue as he grinds into me. Rolling his hips so I take him deep. Holy hell, he feels so good now that I’ve adjusted to his size. Okay, maybe I can.
He smiles, dimples popping out. “I see that look on your face. You can, can’t you?”
Fucking Freddy. I’ll never sleep again but I guess I can’t complain.
Sun streams through the window when I open my eyes. I throw my arm over my face to shield myself from the assault of evil light and feel Damon’s arm slung over my rib cage. His hand is holding my breast like it’s a stuffed animal. I can’t help but giggle. And oh, shit. He’s still inside me.
I need to get up. Pee. Stretch my legs. I start to roll toward the edge of the bed but he pulls me closer. “Are you serious?” I ask in a voice that sounds like I was screaming at a concert all night. Only half of that was true. “Aren’t you tired?”
I meant his cock. That thing had to be spent.
How the hell was there anything left in there? I’m so full of his cum it’s going to start coming out of my ears.
He doesn’t answer. I half wonder if he’s even awake. Twisting my neck, I try to see his face but can’t tell. His chest is slowly rising and falling against my back, almost like someone asleep. I test him and rock my hips. He pulls me closer, anchoring me to his chest like a life vest. And damn, he feels so good, I rock again, getting lost in the sensation. “Damon?” I murmur his name and feel him roll my nipple between his fingers. He’s awake. I knew it. He pinches and I hiss, rolling my hips again.
Screw it.
I turn over and straddle him without letting his cock slip out of me. His eyes are wide open and he’s smirking. “Morning, Angel.”
“You’re a machine. How—” I’m cut off as he thrusts up, arching his hips to hit deeper. “Oh, my God. So full.”
I lean closer and feed him my tit, moaning when he sucks one nipple at a time between his lips. This angle gives me the perfect amount of friction to grind my clit against him. I rock and circle my hips, chasing my release. Damon guides me, his hands wrapped around my hips with a bruising hold. I don’t know how I have any strength left in my body but I’m right there with him, thrust for thrust.
“That’s it. Use my cock, Blake. Ride me.” I’m flush with his chest, unable to hold myself up any longer. He kisses me and I open for him, our tongues are sloppy as we chase our releases. Sucking and nibbling, groaning into each other’s mouths. I know what to say to push him over the edge. I learned it fast last night. Damon loves to fill me up. Almost as much as I love him doing it.
“I’m so close,” I whisper against his ear. “I want your cum. Finish in me, fill me.” He grips my ass and lifts me up and down on his cock so I’m bouncing. “Yes, oh God.” He feels so incredible. I’m right there, just one more…
“Oh, fuck,” he groans, slamming me down and wrapping his arms around my back as he comes. I reach between our bodies and rub my clit until I’m there with him, milking his cock dry.
After a few minutes of catching my breath, I finally attempt to roll off him. “Nope,” he says. “You’re not moving.”
“Damon, for real. I’m going to pee on you if you don’t let me up.” He’s unrelenting for a few more seconds and I think he’s seriously considering that option, but then he releases me from his bear hug grip. I jump off him on wobbly legs and sprint to the bathroom.
The amount of wetness between my legs is unreal. And I’m sore all over, but especially my pussy. I’m not surprised, the guy is huge. My poor kitty will never be the same again.
I flush and start the shower, turning the faucet so it’ll get extra hot. My body needs it. Once I can see the steam, I pull the curtain aside and step in, biting back a moan from the blissful feel of water against my skin.
I’ve barely wet my whole head when the curtain is yanked aside and Damon, in all his naked glory, stands there, arms crossed. “You’re not even going to invite me in with you?”
I laugh and shake my head, gesturing to come on in. “By all means, feel free.”
He climbs in and closes the space between us so we’re both in the stream. “Mmm, you love super hot showers too?”
“It’s the only way,” I say. I close my eyes and feel my muscles melt. Normally, I’d be freaking out that I’m missing a class. But some time after round two last night, I decided there was no way I was making it.
He reaches behind me and grabs the bottle of body wash, squirting some into his palms. It’s surreal watching him like this, with steam surrounding us, in the dim bathroom lighting. With lathered hands, he soaps up my shoulders, giving them a gentle squeeze that feels incredible. Gliding lower, he takes his time washing every part of me until my knees shake.
“Are you sore?” Crowding me against the tile wall with his body, he grabs the shower head and starting at my hair, rinses the suds.
“A little,” I say, biting my lip as he lets the stream pound against my clit. I don’t know how I’m still turned on. It should be impossible after hours of sex, but maybe I don’t know as much about my body as I thought.
I grab onto his shoulders and lean my head against the tile, opening my legs for him. “Remember I told you I’d take you in the shower?”
“Mhm,” I say as a moan slips out. He changes the angle of the stream and to hit exactly where I’m most sensitive. I cry out, unable to stop myself. “Oh, God.”
As I’m about to fall, Damon drops the showerhead and grabs me, lifting me up against the tile. I wrap my legs around his hips and grind, riding out my orgasm.
I couldn’t care less about the cool air hitting my skin. Not while I’m pressed against him. “Breathe in.”
I heave a breath as Damon pushes his cock into me, inch by inch until there’s no space between us. I’m so sore from his size. But he doesn’t move right away, giving me time to adjust. He takes a step, holding me with one hand, and fixes the shower so we’re once again in the stream. The hot water helps relax me again and I move my hips.
“That’s my good angel,” he says. “Hold on to me.”
It doesn’t take long until I’m biting his shoulder to keep from screaming. We chase our pleasure and come together again.
Never, in my life, did I think that was possible. But then again, I’m learning to expect the impossible with Damon.