15. Into the Mansion #3
She whimpered, her hands gripping my shoulders, her body moving in perfect rhythm with mine.
I could feel her walls clenching around me, her orgasm building.
I wanted to take her there, to the edge, and watch her come apart.But Nichole had other plans.
She smirked, her brown eyes locking with mine, and before I knew it, she flipped me over.
Her strength surprised me, but I didn’t fight it. I wanted to see what she’d do.
She straddled me, her wet pussy hovering just above my throbbing dick. She teased me, grinding her hips in slow, deliberate circles, her warmth brushing against me but never letting me inside. I groaned, my hands gripping her thighs as she leaned forward, her heavy breasts inches from my face.
“You’re always in control,” she whispered, her voice low and sultry. “Like I said earlier, it’s my turn.”
She positioned herself, sliding down onto my dick with a deep, aching moan.
Her tight pussy wrapped around me, and I hissed at the sensation.
She started slow, rocking her hips in long, grinding strokes that made my entire body tense.
Her hands rested on my chest, her nails digging into my skin as she moved.
I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Her blonde hair fell around her face, her lips parted as she let out soft, breathy moans. She threw her head back, her back arching as she picked up the pace. Her hips moved faster, grinding into my pelvis with a force that made my balls slap against her ass.
One hand moved to my abs, her fingers tracing the lines of my muscles as she fucked me. The other gripped my knee, her nails digging in as she rode me hard and fast. Her pussy clenched around me, and I knew she was close.
“Fuck, Damian,” she moaned, her voice trembling. “You feel so good.”
I couldn’t hold back anymore. My hands gripped her hips, and with a growl, I flipped her onto her stomach.
She gasped, but I didn’t give her a chance to react as I pushed her face onto the floor.
The sight of her ass, round and inviting, drove me wild.
I placed a pillow under her pelvis, raising her hips, offering the perfect angle for what I had in mind.
"You're mine, and I'm going to fuck you until you can't remember your own name."
I spread her legs, my dick sliding back into her dripping wet pussy.
I fucked her hard, my hips slamming against her ass with every thrust. She moaned into the rug, her back arching as I pounded into her.
I reached under her, my left hand finding her clit, circling it with my fingers as I began to move.
She responded in short gasps. "Yes, Damian. Please... don't stop."
Her pussy tightened around me, and I knew she was about to cum.
“That’s it,” I growled, my voice rough. “Cum for me, baby.”
Her body shook as she came, her pussy clamping down on my cock. I didn’t stop, fucking her through her orgasm until I couldn’t hold back anymore. I buried myself deep inside her, my cum filling her as I groaned her name.
I could feel that she was ready to collapse when I pulled her hair gently with my right hand, tilting her head back, exposing her neck. "Oh you think I’m done with you? Not by a long shot," I said, my voice rough. "Tell me how much you want this dick."
"Damian," she moaned, her voice thick with need. "I don't know if I can take it anymore."
I withdrew slowly, until only the tip remained inside her, then slammed back into her, my balls slapping against her clit with each powerful thrust. “Oh yes you can baby, and you will," I growled, my primal instincts taking over.
Nichole's body trembled, her moans turning into desperate cries as her orgasm hit again from my words.
Her walls clenched around me, milking my dick as she squirted, her juices flowing freely, soaking the rug beneath her.
I kept up the relentless pace, my own release building as I watched her lose control.
Her body convulsed, her cries filling the room as she came for the third time; harder this time. I could feel her pussy contracting around me, drawing my own orgasm from deep within. With a final, powerful thrust, I emptied myself into her, my dick and balls twitching as I filled her yet again.
We collapsed in a heap, our bodies still intertwined, our hearts racing. I rolled onto my back, pulling her with me, her head resting on my chest. I could feel her heart pounding against mine, our bodies slick with sweat and satisfaction.
"That was..." Nichole began, her voice breathless.
"Incredible," I finished for her, kissing the top of her head. "You're incredible, Nichole. And this..." I gestured to the room, the fireplace, and the evidence of our passion. "This is just the beginning."
A satisfied smile played on her lips as she snuggled closer, her hand resting on my chest, fingers tracing my tattoos.
“Told you I could take control,” she said, her voice teasing.
I chuckled, pulling her close. “Next time, I’m not letting you win.”
She laughed, her body pressed against mine. “We’ll see about that.”
The fire burned low, its warmth wrapping around us like a cocoon. Nichole lay against me, her head resting on my chest, her fingers lazily tracing patterns against my skin.
She didn’t speak, and neither did I.
Because there was nothing that needed to be said.
The silence wasn’t empty. It was full. Settled.
I brushed a hand through her hair, my touch slow, deliberate. She let out a quiet sigh, her body soft and pliant against mine.
“This place,” she murmured, her voice drowsy, warm, “it’s starting to feel more like home than home does.”
I swallowed, my grip tightening slightly around her waist. I should have told her that was dangerous. That getting too attached to a world that wasn’t real would only make waking up harder.
But I didn’t.
Instead, I whispered the only truth that mattered.
“You are home here.”
Nichole stilled for a moment, then curled in closer.
And for the first time since I arrived here…
It didn’t feel like I was alone in it.
But just as the thought crossed my mind, I felt it before I even tried to move.
A slow pull, like the very fabric of the Dream Room was shifting around me, unraveling at the edges.
The firelight flickered violently, the once-steady glow now distorted, as if the flames themselves were being dragged away.
Nichole’s brows knitted slightly, sensing the shift but not understanding it. She didn’t know what was happening.
But I did.
The dream was ending. I was waking up.
A slow exhale left my lips as I pushed off my knees, standing up. Her gaze lifted to mine, confusion shadowing her expression. She knew something was changing, but she didn’t know why.
I didn’t have much time.
“Stay here,” I told her, my voice steady despite the way the walls around us flickered. “Don’t leave the mansion. I’ll be back.”
Nichole parted her lips slightly, as if to ask what the hell was going on, but before she could speak, the air shuddered. The warmth of the fire was gone in an instant, the room fading at the edges, like ink bleeding into water.
I clenched my fists, fighting the pull, but it was no use.
One last thing—I had to tell her one last thing.
I turned back to her, my voice urgent. “And whatever you do, don’t go near—”
But everything vanished.
The last thing I saw was her face.
Then, nothing.
Just the cold, sharp gasp of waking up.