“Mm. Make me.”
There was nothing I liked to see more than that bright light in his eyes, the hard determination as he took in my sass and then acted on it. His hand in my hair tightened, pulling me inexorably toward his cock. “Open up.”
I pressed my lips together and shook my head a little, wincing as the hand screwed tighter into my hair.
“Open that cocksucking mouth and do what you were made to do.”
How could I object when I knew it was true? I obeyed, swallowing him down to the root, no easy task when he was even half-hard, and I felt him growing in my mouth.
“That’s good,” he crooned. “Yeah, you love my dick in your throat, don’t you?” I hummed around him and he gave an answering groan. “Get that ass up here so I can play with it.”
It look a little shuffling, but he helped pull me around until I was sucking him upside down, and I could feel his lips against my inner thigh as his fingers parted my crack. They were wet with lube—somehow he’d grabbed it when I was preoccupied—and massaged over my hole, teasing me as I pulled back off his cock to beg for more.
“You just worry about what you’re doing down there,” he muttered, and thrust into my mouth deep, just to make me choke. “There you go,” he said. “That’s what you need, isn’t it?” He let me go at my own pace, though; I gave him a slow, thorough sucking until I could taste nothing but his salt, smell nothing but him, while he worked my ass open, nuzzling into my nuts, and thankfully keeping his hand off my dick. I would have shot with the slightest graze of his fingers, I was sure of it, so hard and aching that it was almost painful.
“Okay,” he sighed at last. “Time to fill up that sweet little ass, Blakely.” He slapped my buttcheek and rolled me away from him, ignoring my complaining cry as his cock popped out of my lips. “Hands and knees. I want to get deeper in you than anyone has been before, and then I’m gonna blow my load. You want it?”
I practically punched him in the face with my ass as I scrambled into position. “Yeah, I want it. Hurry up and—oh fuck—”
“You said it,” he gasped unsteadily, his dick already pushing its way into me. “Come on, Blakely, arch that back. Show me you need it.”
I tilted my hips, getting my ass as high as I could, and biting my lip as his hands grabbed my cheeks, pulling them apart further as he drove in. “Fuck,” he spat out. “You’re so—fucking—hot inside—”
“More,” I begged, and he thrust in another inch, making us both whimper at the sensation. My ass clutched around him, greedy, and I scrabbled behind me. “Please, sir, come on—more—”
“Just—wait a second—” he muttered, grabbing my wrists. I held on tight and, with a long breath, he pulled me back onto his dick, impaling me in one slow, inexorable movement. I could feel my gut opening up for him, welcoming him in, and when I felt his bush brushing against my skin, I still wanted more.
“Deeper,” I gurgled. “Please.”
He hissed out an indistinct curse and let go of my hands, leaning over me, curling into me and kissing down my spine as his dick forced itself an extra half-inch into me. He bottomed out and we both stilled for a long moment, letting the sensations flux and flow.
“This,” he said unsteadily, “is probably gonna be quick.” He groaned again as I tightened my ass around him.
I reached for my dick. “Do it,” I begged, as I started working myself over. I’d lost a little hardness as he’d worked into me, but I was still so turned on that every nerve ending fired as I brushed my hand lightly over my cock. “Come on, breed me.”
He gave a sharp intake of breath and an involuntary shove even deeper into my ass. “You want it, you’ll get it.” He grabbed my hips and started to fuck me, finally, short, sharp thrusts. “That’s it, Blakely, open up for me.”
“Make yourself at—fuck—home,” I gasped out, grabbing at the headboard to stay in position. He chuckled breathlessly, but he was too caught up in the rhythm of it by then, fucking deeper and longer with each plunging stroke, and all I could do was hang on and take it, pushing against the headboard with one hand and jacking off with the other. I squeezed hard on him as he fucked me, making him call me names, curse me out, call me beautiful, sweet things that sounded like curses…
“Do it,” I pleaded into the pillow as I felt his cock get that little bit thicker, that little bit harder. “Shoot in me, come on.” I couldn’t stop begging for it, arching my back so hard I thought it might snap. “Give it to me, come on, fill me up.”
And there it was: an ocean spilling into me, sweeping me away with the force of it. I was so full of him I could taste him, could feel the phantom weight of his cock on my tongue, choked sympathetically on his liquid salt as the rising tide hit a peak and I burst my own banks, flooding over my fingers in wave after blissful wave.
Later, when he finally pulled out of me, his cum was thick like honey, sliding out of my ass slow and warm, but I was in no rush to get up, climb all the way downstairs, and clean off. I’d regret it in the morning, but there was no way I was moving from Damon’s arms, strong around me as he snuggled against my back.
I fell asleep before I even realized I was sleepy, and woke the next morning with Damon’s arms still around me, my ass sticky and sore. I felt his hard-on poking me again and pulled away.
“Where are you going?” he mumbled.
“Bathroom. Quick clean out so we can, you know…” I smiled at him, bed-headed and sleepy on the pillow, still blinking awake. “Go again,” I finished.
But he reached for me. “In a minute,” he said. “Give me some time to wake up with you first. Nothing I love more than waking up with you, Blakely.”
Heart beating harder in my chest, I let him pull me back into the warm bed, face to face. He kissed my forehead and then gave me a searching look. “What is it?” I asked, nervous.
He gave a half-smile. “You know how I said last night that I really liked you? I have to take that back.” He paused for a sigh, but his twinkling eyes told me he was kidding around. “The truth is, I’m completely, crazily, head-over-heels in love with you.” His fingers touched my lips, staying any response I was about to make. “You don’t have to say it. I just wanted you to know it. I wanted to start the new year with absolute honesty, after being Fake fucking Shane the last few days. Call it my New Year’s resolution.”
He was right, I realized. It was a whole new year, full of possibilities—and I had him to share it with. I reached up for his hand and kissed each of his fingertips, one by one, just to see him smile.
