Chapter 24 #3
When I tear my gaze away from the clearly defined bulge, I am met with eyes as black asnight.
So this is what they mean in romance books when they say his eyes darkened.
Damon's pupils are blown out, yet this tells me more than any other reaction.
His body is high on me. High on this moment like I am.
“Scorching, Sienna. You are setting my world on fire.”
His words fuel the raging inferno already swirling in this room.
He could be a poet for the emotions he manages to pull from my depths with words alone.
So articulate unconventionally. He managed to say so much with so little.
But he had that secret weapon of inflection and a sultry gaze to really coat the words with feeling.
I wondered how before I thought I couldn’t tell how he felt. It is so obvious. With me. Only with me.
I drag my gaze from his and then hook my fingers into his briefs before pulling them down.
Oh. My. God.
I forgot he is pierced, that snippet of forgotten information adding to the shiver that tracks down my spine. He is big. No, not big. Huge. Maybe even too much, considering it needs to go into a hole that may only accommodate half the length and girth.
“We will fit, rainbow. We are made for one another in all aspects. Trust me.”
I gulp past my desert-dry throat and then grasp his cock as a bead of pre-come oozes from the tip. I use my thumb to rub the little droplet around his head and the shiny silver piercing.
How would that feel inside me? Hitting my cervix deliciously. Rubbing against the inside of my walls with every stroke and thrust.
I moan and don’t even bother hiding the sound.
Damon removes my hand, which strokes his length slowly.
“Mmmm, we will have to save playtime for later. I have been waiting so long for you, Sienna, that my control is hanging by a thin fucking thread.” His voice is husky and rough, alluding to his battle.
He pushes me back onto the bed and then swiftly grips me under my legs, pulling me forward before placing my legs over his shoulder.
“This goddam pussy is so fucking tasty, rainbow. I could eat you up all day and night.” Then, he follows his words by doing precisely that.
His hunger is insatiable, and before long, he has licked me into a frenzy, my orgasm teetering on a mountain so highthatif it tipples over, I might actually die.
How does he keep doing this? He keeps moving the benchmark so that each one is more intense than the one before.
He pulls his mouth away and dips three fingers into my wet hole, testing the opening as he wiggles them around deliciously.
He releases my legs from their resting place, my eyes flying open at the loss of contact.
Then he leans forward, his large pierced cock at my entrance.
“Please,” I beg, my orgasm so close and my mind so muddled that I dig my nails into his shoulders, trying to pull him closer. My eyes flare as a trickle of blood runs down his arm.
When I look at him, he is smirking.
“So fucking needy, rainbow.”
It’s turning him on, reminding me that in this space, pain and pleasure tow a very thin line.
One I was about to experience as he nudges his hips forward.
The stretch of my lips as I engulf the tip of his cock is heavenly.
Damon leans back as I lean forward, eager to see him destroy my pussy.
I might not walk after he was finished with me.
“Look how good we look together, your pussy swallowing my thick cock like the greedy little cunt she is.” I practically gush at his filthy words, and that added wetness must be what tips him into the realm of losing his control.
Without warning, he thrusts forward, impaling me on his massive cock in one swift movement.
I cry out as the orgasm he had been nursing washes over me, the pain-pleasure pendulum swinging from one side to the other in a frenzy that carries my climax forward, dragging it out as he moves inside me.
I’m so stuffed with cock that I’m surprised he can even get any deeper, but as his movements increase, he manages to edge further in.
The metal piercing felt in an exquisite way I cannot explain.
It is there, like a little finger, scratching an itch that is crying for relief.
I know this feeling. One I cannot believe is building so soon.
“Open your eyes, rainbow.”
I obey, peeling my lids open.
He is glorious. There is a sheen of sweat on his muscular form, the control he is fighting for manifesting physically. Clenched muscles, ticking jaw, andeyes that are eating me up. He bends forward, capturing a nipple in his skilled mouth and increasing the angle of penetration.
“Oh fuck, Damon. You’re so big you're going to split me in half. It feels so good.”
My encouragement earns me a nip of my stiff peak before he moves to the other.
I’m moaning loudly, but it just adds to the sounds already floating in the air.
Wet, sucking noises clash with the melody of his hips hitting my center.
My gaze drifts over to the mirror, where I can see Damon's muscular, solid form, his hands gripping my thighs as he thrusts into me.
His ass cheeks pull taut with every forward movement, and the feel of his balls slapping against my puckered little hole adds to the sensation.
Our grunts and my moans quicken as his pace does.
The feeling is coiling like a snake, building into a peak that once again astonishes me.
I was on the verge of another orgasm, and it was the penultimate. This one would ruin me forever. The pedestal I have put Damon on becomes untouchable, and I know no other man will ever be enough for me. In all ways.
We are both close.
Damon leans forward and grabs me as I cry out, forcing my legs around his hips.
His hands grip my thighs, holding me in place as he fucks in and out of me, hard and fast, deeper and deeper, my orgasm rushing toward me like a fucking hurricane.
It crashes over me as Damon stiffens and his cock pulses, painting my insides as he promised while I cry out, spasming around him as I scream out his name.
I’m broken. Limp and spent. I don’t know who I am or where I am. I exist in a world of pure and utter bliss.
I’ve never experienced the height of pleasure I have right now.
Damon leans back, laying on the bed and somehow ensuring we remain joined. His cock deflates in my pussy, but he holds me close, my head on his chest as I listen to his erratic heart rate. I did this. I have impacted an organ that keeps him alive. In more ways than one. I live there—only me.
With that thought and my body and mind utterly satiated, I drift off to sleep.
We are still joined when I wake up, but instead of a soft cock inside me, a hard one that is slowly growing starts stretching my walls.
“I could lie in you all day. This must be nirvana.” I smirk and lift my head so that I can look at the man whose version of heaven exists in my pussy.
“Speaking of day, what time is it?” He slowly starts moving inside me, the zing of pleasure shooting through my body like I’ve been electrocuted.
“It's seven thirty.” My eyes widen as I do the calculation in my head. We must have been lying here like this for at least five hours.
“The stylist will be here shortly.”
I’m so wrapped up in his gentle movements inside me that it takes a while for his words to register.
“Stylist? What stylist?” I mumble, closing my eyes as his thrusts deepen.
“Trixy and Roger’s wedding.”
I mumble an ‘I see’ before I sit up, this position almost painful with the depth it allows, as I raise myself slowly, all the way to the tip, before lowering myself back down.
Damon is so stiff, so hard, all that power being sheathed by my moist walls.
Damon's eyes are locked with mine, but he struggles.
This position takes the control out of his hands and gives it to me.
As my pleasure builds, so does the depth I can take until I am dropping myself fully onto his cock, fucking him hard and fast as I swirl my hips in a circular motion before lifting myself and falling back down.
“Ride my cock, Sienna. Fuck me hard and fast, rainbow, until I come all over that sweet, innocent pussy. My sweet cunt.”
I do as I am told, his words like an aphrodisiac as I increase my pace, my tits bouncing up and down, up and down, matching my movements.
Damon is grunting as his hands grip my hips, pulling me down on him harder and harder.
The twitch of his cock matchesthe spasm of my walls as we both come, Damon’s hitting my cervix with delicious splash after splash .
I will never get sick of this, I think, as my body isonce again spent as I rest against his chest.
“Geezus, rainbow. You are going to destroy me,” he grumbles, the reverberation in his chest comforting as he strokes my back.
“I think you have destroyed me. I don’t know how I’m going to walk today.”
He slips his cock out of me, the flow of wetness dripping onto his already messed-up sheets, making me blush.
“Wait here,” he says, disappearing into the en suite bathroom, followed by water running.
I waitbecause, really, there is nowhere else I would rather be.