He kisses my jaw, my neck, my chest. He pulls my nipple into his mouth, and I let out a shaky sigh. Everywhere he touches sends fire through my veins. His fingers swipe through my slit while he works my breast. I slip my fingers into his hair, gripping tighter than I probably should, although he certainly isn’t stopping me. It’s everything I can do to hold on as tension coils deep inside of me. He inserts two fingers into my pussy, stretching me open.
“Yes. Oh my god. Damian.” I moan his name as he works my body, one hand squeezing my breast, his tongue, his teeth, his lips marking me as his. His fingers pump into me, long, hard strokes as his thumb rubs circles on my sensitive nub. My belly hollows out, and I can feel myself ready to tumble over the edge.
“Fuck. Damian, I’m going… I’m going…” I can’t get the words out. He pumps his fingers into me faster, harder, and I explode on a visceral shout.
Damian slows but doesn’t stop working me until every last drop is pulled from my body.
I’m still catching my breath when he looks at me with those impossibly dark eyes shining. “Open your mouth.” His voice is strained, but no less commanding. I don’t like being bossed around generally, but I find myself wanting to obey him when he talks like that. I part my lips, and he tips my chin down gently, opening my mouth wider. He slipshis fingers that were inside me into my mouth. “Suck, Brielle. Clean up this mess you left on my hand.”
So I do. I taste myself, licking and sucking him as he looks at me with a reverence that I’m not expecting. His chest rises and falls in a quick, steady rhythm. I am pulled into his gaze, hypnotized by what I see there. He takes his fingers out of my mouth and replaces it with his tongue. He kisses me frantically, passionately. It’s dirty and erotic and the best kiss I’ve ever had. I can feel his heavy cock twitch where it’s pressed into my thigh.
“Condom. Did you bring a condom?” I ask breathlessly.
He moves to his bag, and I immediately miss the feel of his body close to mine.
He looks back at me, a rare glimpse at his vulnerability showing. “I don’t want you to think that I expected this.”
“But you hoped?”
He picks up a pack of condoms from his bag and removes one. “No. I’ve dreamed about you, imagined it, fantasized, but hope seemed like a stretch too far.”
“And now?”
He rolls the condom over his impressive cock, his eyes raking over my body splayed out on the bed. “Now I want you on your hands and knees,” he says darkly.
I do as he says. The bed shifts under his weight as he climbs onto it behind me. I roll my ass back, dragging it along his erection. A gasp falls past my lips when his hand connects sharply with my ass check. He rubs away the sting of it, caressing my butt. Then he does it again.
“You like that, Brielle?” He spanks my ass a third time, smoothing the sharp sting away each time. My pussy is throbbing, despite the orgasm he’s already delivered. I want more. I need more.
“Fuck me, Damian. Please… Please.”
The loud smacking sound when he slaps my ass again fills the room, and while I’m still lost in that sensation, he pulls my hips back, sinking himself into me.
Christ, he is so big, so hard. He isn’t even fully seated, and I already feel like I can’t take any more of him. I press my face into the pillow.
He slowly pulls himself out and then pushes in again even deeper. “You’re doing so good, beautiful. You’re going to take every inch of me. Breathe,” he commands. I let out a breath that had lodged in my chest, my body relaxing into him. And then he fucks me. It’s hard, fast, and dirty. The bed shakes, the headboard rhythmically knocking against the wall. I hold on for dear life as Damian hammers into me over and over again. Tension builds as my limbs go numb. My toes curl, and my fists grip the sheets, but before my release hits, Damian pulls out of me.
“What? No, don’t stop,” I cry. I was so close. I need this like I need air.
He leans over me, kissing up the side of my neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive spot behind my ear. “Christ, Brielle. You feel so fucking good. So wet, so warm. I’m not going to last.”
He sits back and rubs his hand around the globes of my ass, moving them up my back, adding just enough pressure to push my chest into the mattress.
“I wish you could see how sexy you look just like this,” he groans.
He spreads my ass cheeks wide and buries his face in my crack.
“Oh, fuck,” I shout. His tongue swipes and swirls around my ass hole. No one has ever played back there before, and I can’t believe this is what I’ve been missing out on. He rubs my clit from the front, licking and sucking from the back. A second wave of pleasure detonates through me. It comes on so fast that white spots blind my eyes as my orgasm shatters me into a million pieces.
Damian rears back, slamming his cock into me again, my inner walls still contracting around his thick shaft.
He pumps into me. I don’t know if it’s aftershocks from the second orgasm or an unheard-of third orgasm building, but I feel delirious with pressure, tension, and release all fighting for control of my body. I let go of it all and submit to the feelings building inside me.
Damian leans over me, gripping my face to kiss me hard. A roar of pleasure pulls from his lungs as he stills. He pumps slowly a few more times before he collapses on the bed beside me.
My body feels weak and wrung out, every last ounce of me poured into him. I pull in a shaky breath. “That was…”
“Yeah,” he agrees.
