Chapter 23 #2
“Yep, it’s done. You’re going to kill me,” I tease, and she laughs.
Focusing back on her ass, I spread her legs a little and feel her juices drip onto my lap. Fuck me seven ways to Sunday, she is drenched. I move my hand that is caressing her ass and my finger glides through her saturated folds.
“Oh, god…”
“Shh,” I say again, pumping my fingers in and out a few times before withdrawing. Dottie mewls in protest, but I hush her.
Manoeuvring her a little on my lap, I reach into my pocket and grab the remote for the anal plug. She repositions herself on my lap again with a breathy moan, and it goes straight to my hard cock.
“We are going to try something, baby. For your last two counts, I’m going to turn the plug on. Ok?”
She nods her head.
“I need your words, Blossom.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“That’s my good fucking girl.”
Pressing the button on the remote, the vibrator hums to life and Dorothy cries out.
“Holy fuck!”
I smirk, lift my hand and watch as it connects with her ass.
“Five!”
Rubbing the handprint I just put there, I fiddle with the remote and turn it up. She starts wriggling, her moans fuelling me on, and I swear to everything Hades that if she keeps moving, I’m going to come in my pants like I’m sixteen again .
My palm comes down one final time, hard, and she cries out in both agony and bliss, her body trembling and I know she’s about to come. I push two fingers inside of her, watching as she stretches, and turn the plug up.
“Six! Damon please! I am so…”
“I know, baby, I know,” I growl as she starts humping my damn leg, the wetness soaking my jeans.
With melodic movements, I start fingerfucking her.
“Oh, fuck yes, oh my fuck!” she keens out, her body shaking. “I’m coming!”
Growling, I help her ride the wave of her orgasm, hooking my finger up and making her squirt everywhere. Fuck me swinging! As soon as her moans turn to small whimpers, I switch the plug off and slowly pull it from her ass, throwing it. I help her stand up, and then I’m toeing out of my jeans.
I need to feel her.
My hand threads into her hair, and I kiss her hungrily until our mouths fuse, then I lift her up, careful not to grip her where she is sensitive, and her legs wrap around me.
Her drenched cunt rubs up and down my length, the little sounds she’s making are going straight to my already granite hard cock, and my restraint snaps.
Positioning her without breaking the kiss, I slam inside of her tight ass, thankful for the lube.
It still makes her cry out before we both moan from the contact.
Gritting my teeth, I know I need to wait for her to adjust. Her ass is prepped, but fuck it to hell, she’s still so damn tight.
Her hips begin to undulate, and her kiss turns feverish, and when she breaks away to look at me, those damn eyes that have fucked me for any other woman, she says the words I’ve been dying to hear.
“Move, Damon. I need to feel you fucking move. ”
“Are you sure?” I hesitate.
“Damon, if you don’t fuck me right now, I will jump off you, grab that plug and fuck my own ass.”
“That mouth…”
“I know, it’s going to get me into a lot of trouble. Now fuck me already, before I make good on my word.”
So fucking dirty and filthy, it makes me want her more, makes my cock harder and my body vibrates with need.
“Now, Sir!”
And that’s all it takes.
I fuck her without abandonment, my thrusts hurried and messy, feeling her juices drip from her pussy and all over me as she screams out my name and claws my back. It feels good, too fucking good.
Breaking away from the kiss, I blow out a breath. “Come on, Blossom, I need you to come all over me like a good girl.”
“I ─ I can’t,” she pleads, and I smirk.
“Are you using your safe-word, baby?”
“Fuck no!” she pants.
“Then you can, and you will.”
I rut into her like a madman possessed, my head in the crook of her neck, kissing, the tingle beginning in my spine and finishing in my balls. I’m so close, but I won’t come until she has again.
I lean back so I can look at her, not slowing my pace. Her eyes are glassy and hooded, her face flushed, and her lips bruised from our kiss.
She looks breathtakingly beautiful, and if I could keep her this way forever, I would. Her tits bounce with every thrust, and I can tell she’s right there, she just needs a little more.
My lips slam against hers, our tongues duelling and dancing their very own tango, but then I break away, my mouth moving to the junction of her neck, biting .
“Damon!” she screams, her body shaking as her ass strangles my cock and she squirts all over me, pulling me over the edge with her.
Starbursts the colour of the damn rainbow ricochet behind my eyes, my body jerking as I empty out inside her sweet, tight asshole.
“Blossom, fuck,” I growl, feeling my cock pulsing, and my vision returning.
Resting my forehead on hers, I listen to our laboured breathes in the room. We don’t say anything, and I sure as shit don’t pull out. Feeling her like this feels so intimate.
It’s dangerous.
I pull back to look into her eyes, and although she looks sated, there is something clinging to the corner of her eyes. A sadness perhaps, whatever it is, I don’t like it.
Unseating myself from inside her, I stand her up and hold her waist to steady her. The urge to provide aftercare is strong, but the desire and need to find out what has that look in her eyes is stronger.
“Talk to me? Did I hurt you?”
“No, no, of course not.”
“Then what has that haunting look in your eyes?” I ask, feeling the anxiety clawing at my chest.
“It’s nothing.”
“Dorothy.”
She sighs, her eyes pinning me with so much intensity.
“I saw my parents before I came here, and something my mum said has stuck with me.”
“Ok?”
“She apologised for everything, and then she said she was proud of me and loved me. I can’t remember the last time she said anything like that.”
Dottie hiccups through the last of her sentence, tears collecting in her pretty eyes, and my heart fucking breaks for her. Drawing her into my arms, I pick her up and cradle her against my chest, planting a kiss on her forehead and walk her to the bedroom.
My girl needs me.