Chapter 18
DAMIAN
Ikick open my bedroom door and drop gently onto the bed. She has no idea how perfect her body is. How beautiful the passion on her face is. Her tangled hair and the flush in her cheeks…
Every inch of her adds to the urgency in my cock. Precome soaks my briefs. She lies on the sheets, her legs open, her pink and pleasure-swollen pussy looking ready for more. Her thighs glisten with her wetness.
She sits up, reaching for my crotch. “What are you doing?” I snarl.
She flinches, a moan escaping her. Squeezes her legs together like the animal gruffness in my voice is turning her on even more. “What does it look like?”
I shake my head. “I need you now. I’ll explode in your perfect mouth otherwise. I’m on the fucking edge. But first.”
She squeals in delight when I lean down and grab her tank top, pulling it over her head. The front of her bra is no match for my teeth. I yank it loose… and her breasts spill free.
Big, beautiful, bouncy.
I kneel at the edge of the bed so that I’m eye-level with her beauty. Push her tits together and savor her moan. It’s pure release. Pure hunger. No guilt tangled up in there, even if there should be.
I greedily feast on her peaks, sucking and swirling my tongue around them. She glides her hand through my hair, gasping as I suck one nipple then the other. She’s addictive.
Keeping one hand on her breasts, I smooth my other between her slickness. Her pussy is soaked. Drenched. Spilling perfect wetness all over the sheets.
“It’s… not… fair,” she moans.
“How’s that?” I growl between greedy mouthfuls.
“I’m naked, and you’re…”
I stand and tear at my clothes. Rip my shirt and then kick out of my pants and pull my underwear down. When my cock springs free, she stares up at me with innocent eyes. There’s a flicker of something in them. Like she’s not sure if her tight tunnel is going to be able to take me.
Leaning down, I push her shoulders as softly as I can. But my tolerance for gentleness is wearing thin.
As she looks up at me, naked, flawless, an image punches into my mind. A couple of years ago, we were both at a pool party. She must’ve been twenty at the time. Her thickness squeezed into a bikini that had intrusive thoughts swelling inside me.
With water flowing down her body, drops of it marking where my hands and teeth should go.
“What?” she asks.
“I was thinking about the pool party. About how fucking hot you looked in that bikini. I hated myself for thinking that, Celine. But I couldn’t stop. I wanted to see you naked so badly.”
“So… do I live up to your expectations?”
“And then some,” I snarl.
I lay my solid body atop hers, her breasts flattening against my chest. She wraps her arms around me. Sinks her fingernails into my shoulders.
As I reach down to guide my shaft to her wet entrance, she whimpers, “It’s been a while.”
“How long?” I growl.
“Yuh-years.”
Fuck. That turns me on even more. No one’s touched her. No one’s gotten close.
“I’ll be gentle. At first.”
I’ll try, at least.
I push my swollen tip against her. My cock shimmers with heat as I arch my back, adding more pressure.
“You’re fucking perfect,” I snarl. “So tight. So hot.”
Mine, I almost add. It feels like an iron truth. But maybe it’d be a step too far.
I slide up as her tightness sleeves me, gripping like she doesn’t want me to slide out. I bury my fists in the sheets and lean back so I can watch her.
A flush spreads over her neck, her face, even her tits. She sees me looking and glides her hand over her mounds, pushing them together. A twitching smile of confidence as I push deeper until I’m buried to the hilt.
She knows what she’s doing to me. She knows the power she has over me.
I hold myself fully inside of her, staring into her mesmerizing eyes.
I keep my gaze on her as I slip out. Instinct roars at me to fuck her ragged. To fuck her hard so that her juicy body jiggles for me with each thrust. So that her curves dance. Just for me.
But somehow, I manage to go slow… for the first few strokes. Then my hips move faster, her slickness making gorgeous wet noises.
She lets her breasts spill free and claws at the sheets, bouncing up and down.
“Fuck.” She whimpers. “Damian.”
“I love watching you bounce,” I snarl. “So—fucking—good…”
“Hmm.” She moans louder.
“You can take more,” I growl in desperation as her heat wraps around me more intimately.
It’s not a question.
“You… think… so?” she moans.
My answer is to thrust into her harder than I have yet. She rocks back, and the mattress makes a noise of protest. Her eyes roll, and she bites her lip. At first, I think I’ve hurt her. Then she smiles. Nods. Urges me on.
“Oh my fucking God,” she cries.
“That’s it. Fucking bounce on my dick.”
I rock my hips even more relentlessly. Each stroke coats my dick in more close fire. I don’t take my eyes off her even for a second.
Her pussy is hot as hell. Her bouncing breasts add to the pleasure.
But the best part is her face. Pleasure touching every feature. The realization that she can take every inch of my cock. Hard, urgent, merciless.
She slides her hands up my arms, sinking her fingernails against my shoulders.
She opens her mouth, then closes it. I lean down and kiss her on the neck. My mouth close to her ear. “Say it,” I growl. “Whatever you were going to say.”
I keep my hips moving, smaller and more subtle detonations, driving deep with each one. She shivers with each thrust. With each moment, she gives more of herself to me.
“Is that the hardest you can go?” she whispers.
A chord of savagery strikes inside me.
“Be careful with your words,” I warn her.
“I know you can go harder.”
“Can you take it?” I snap. “Everything I’ve got to give you?”
She sighs in uncertainty. Tightens her grip on my shoulders. “Yuh-yes.”
Fuck.
I lose control. Unleash. Throw off the chains and let her see who she’s really dealing with.
Leaning back again, I pound into her raw pussy, slamming into her so hard the mattress moans almost as loudly as she does. She screams as she pumps her hips, trying to keep time with me. But she can’t. She lies back, letting me ravage her, squeezing onto my arms so hard I’m sure she draws blood.
Good. I want her to. Something to remember this by.
I fuck her like that for… a time. Don’t know how long. Don’t care. Simply pump my cock in and out of her tight clutch and watch the flush of pleasure spreading across her face.
Sliding out so that my tip kisses her hole again, I fold her leg over, giving me a mouthwatering view of her ass. My dick disappears between her folded thighs. She puts one hand on her ass, looking up at me powerlessly. And she loves it like that.
“You need to come soon,” I warn. “Like immediately.”
She bites her lip as I savage her slit again. Grip her legs and stare at her hand sinking into her perfectly thick body. Every inch of me is ablaze, near-release tingling at my end.
My head swims as I try to hold it back. I need to feel her release. I need to feel… feel… fuuuuuuuck…
Her pussy flutters around my cock like she’s coaxing my come out of me. Her eyes roll, and she lets out a cry of pure pleasure.
I look down, hypnotized as her slit gifts me with a wave of release.
I collapse atop her, fucking her relentlessly, kissing her neck as a hot stream of come blows up my rocket and erupts inside her.
She shudders as our crescendos scream in unison, and I fall atop her, breathing hard.
What have we done?
I push the thought away.
What the fuck have we done?
I push that one away too.
“Is something wrong?” she asks.
“No,” I say. I lie. She knows that was the worst thing we could’ve done. The mind-fuck of it is, it’s the best thing too.