13. Nichole’s Haven #3
Then his mouth found my breast.
A sharp gasp escaped me as his tongue flicked over my nipple, teasing, before he sucked it into his mouth. The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure straight to my core. My fingers fisted in his hair, holding him to me, silently begging for more.
And he gave it to me.
Damian’s lips traveled lower, trailing over my ribs, my stomach, every inch of bare skin he could reach. My body arched into him, a silent plea.
“Please,” I breathed, my voice wrecked with need.
He smirked against my skin. “Not yet.”
The torment in his voice was delicious.
His hands made quick work of my pants, sliding them down my legs with agonizing slowness. The cool air kissed my heated skin, making me shudder as he hovered over me, taking his time, reveling in my anticipation.
“You’re dripping for me,” he murmured, his fingers tracing over my thigh, teasing the sensitive skin.
I whimpered, the sound foreign even to me, but I didn’t care.
I needed him.
And then, without warning, his mouth was on me.
A sharp cry tore from my lips as his tongue flicked over my clit, hot and deliberate. My thighs trembled as he sucked, licked, devoured me like I was the only thing he had ever wanted.
My hands flew to his hair, tugging hard, my hips rolling against his mouth as pleasure threatened to consume me.
Damian groaned, the vibration sending another pulse of ecstasy through me. “Fuck, you taste so sweet,” he rasped.
I couldn’t think, couldn’t speak. I could only feel.
“Cum for me, baby,” he murmured, his voice rough, commanding. “Show me how much you love it.”
And just like that, I shattered.
My body arched off the bed as waves of pleasure crashed through me, my thighs trembling as my juices shot all over his face and bed. I felt his tongue flicking against my sensitive flesh, like a thirsty kitten lapping up milk, prolonging my orgasm, making it more intense than I could have imagined.
I was lost in a world of pure sensation, my body shaking, my mind a blur of pleasure.
I have never cum so hard in my life. I was still catching my breath from the intense orgasm Damian had just given me when he flipped me over onto my hands and knees.
His strong hands gripped my hips, pulling me back towards him.
I felt his hard dick pressing against my wet pussy, teasing me for a moment before he slid inside with one deep thrust.
I moaned loudly, my body trembling as he filled me completely.
Damian didn’t waste any time. He started fucking me hard and fast. The thickness of my soft ass slapped against his pelvic bone, like rhythmic tidal waves that made my entire body shake.
My tits bounced with every thrust, and I could feel the heat building inside me again.
“You feel so fucking good,” he growled, his voice rough with desire. His hands moved from my hips to my ass, squeezing and spreading me open as he pounded into me. I could hear the wet sounds of our bodies slapping together, driving me wild.
“Harder, Damian,” I begged, my voice trembling. He obliged, slamming into me even harder, his dick hitting that deep spot inside me that made my vision blur. I reached back and grabbed his thigh, urging him on.
He leaned over me, his chest pressing against my back as he whispered in my ear. “You’re mine, Nichole. Every fucking inch of you.” His words sent shivers down my spine, and I felt myself getting close to another orgasm.
Damian’s pace didn’t let up. He fucked me relentlessly, his dick throbbing inside me.
I could feel him getting closer too, his breathing becoming more ragged.
He reached around and rubbed my clit, sending me over the edge.
I came hard, my pussy clenching around his dick as waves of pleasure washed over me.
He groaned, his thrusts becoming more erratic. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he growled, his grip on my hips tightening. With a few final, deep thrusts, he came inside me. I can feel the rough trimmers of his dick hitting my inner walls, until every drop was released.
We both collapsed onto the bed, panting and sweaty. I looked down to see cum still dripping from the head of his dick, looking back at me as if daring me to beg for more.
Damian pulled me close, his arms wrapping around me as we caught our breath. I could feel his heartbeat against my back, steady and strong.
I turned to face him, my body still humming with pleasure. "That was..." I began, searching for the right words.
"Incredible," he finished, his voice hoarse. "You're incredible."
I smiled, feeling a deep connection to this man who had just taken me on a journey of pure passion. "I've never felt anything like that," I confessed, my voice soft, referring to me squirting all over his face. "You make me feel things I didn't know were possible."
Damian's eyes softened, and he reached out to trace the line of my jaw with his thumb. "I want to make you feel even more," he said, his voice filled with determination. "I want to explore every inch of you, Nichole. I want to know your desires, your fantasies."