I go to prop myself up onto my arms again, but stop. My head falls against the pillows when he places his thumb on my clit, drawing out more moans from my lungs. The dual stimulation intensifies the feelings, and from the tightening in my pussy, it won’t be long before he sends me flying over the edge all over again.
I pant, feeling each slip of his finger in and out of me. His movements are slow and purposeful, and I wonder if it always feels like this—or if it’s just because it’s Damon...if he’s the only man who can make my body sing.
If he’s able to draw this kind of pleasure from me with his fingers and his tongue, what will it be like when he fucks me for the first time? The thought scaresand excites me equally. I want him bad, but I’m too terrified of the unknown to give into those needs.
The image of him pushing inside me with his long, hard pulsing dick is what drives me into oblivion.
I cry out, “Damon, Damon. Oh, God. Damon…” when the orgasm hits me full force, and he pushes his finger into me one last time while leaving his thumb on my clit, rubbing small circles against it, drawing out the sensation.
“I can’t imagine what it will be like to claim you for the first time.” Damon’s voice is cloaked in darkness, and I know he’s slightly unhinged.
As he stands, I can see the tension in his body. I want to help alleviate some of that need. I wish I knew exactly what to do on my own, but I need him to direct me.
His cock is hard, impossibly so, and if I’m being honest, it frightens me a little bit—but I don’t let it stop me from reaching out for him.
Damon watches me cautiously, his body seeming to grow tenser as I grip his length. I’ve never held a cock in my hands before, nor brought someone to orgasm, but I want to do that for Damon. I want to make him proud. I want to make him feel the same emotions he makes me feel. My hand seems so small wrapped around him. My fingers don’t even come close to meeting, and I wonder how the hell I’m supposed to do this without using two hands.
“It’s taking everything inside me not to fuck the ever-loving daylights out of you, Keira. If you’re planning to do something with my cock, then please do it. Otherwise, let me go, and I’ll take care of it myself. I won’t be liable for what happens in the next ten seconds.”
His words don’t sound like a threat, but there’s an urgency to them, and I know he means every single word he says. If I don’t do something now, he will disappear somewhere, maybe into the shower, and pleasure himself—pleasure I want to give him.
“I want to do something for you, but I don’t really know how.” My mind briefly wanders to when he taunted me, asking if I wanted his stripper to give me a lesson on how to please him. The memory is painful, and I shut it out as quickly as it entered.
This is just about Damon and me now.
I watch Damon visibly swallow. His body shakes as he lifts his hand, placing it over mine. His grip is harsh but warm, and I enjoy the contact of his skin against mine.
“Let me guide you,” he says, exhaling a harsh breath as he moves his hand with mine over his length. His eyes peer into mine, fire flickering in his gaze, threatening to burn me alive.
His movements are slow at first, as if he’s enjoying the mere contact of my hand against his cock. After a few more strokes, his hand grips mine tighter, and our pace moves together faster. Semen glistens at the edge of his cock, and my pussy quivers at the sight of it.
“Is…?” My voice shakes. “Am I doing it right?” I question, though I’mcertain I am based on the sight before me. Damon’s head tips back. His body is on full display, and I take the second to drink every toned inch of him in. He is a beautiful, insanely dark man, but he has a soft side, a side I want to delve into deeper.
“Fuck. Fuck yes, baby, you’re doing all of it right.”
I smile and continue letting him guide my hand, knowing next time I’ll definitely be able to do this on my own. I peer up at him, excitement burning through me. His grip becomes harsh, and my hand starts to throb beneath his. He moves fluidly, and I become mesmerized watching the head of his cock disappear in and out of our joined hands.
“Keira...” he sighs, his body tensing, his chest heaving.
Seconds later, he comes, his seed spilling onto the sheets—well, some gets on our hands. His body shudders with aftershocks, and he relaxes his grip whiles his cock begins to soften in our hands.
I release him and gaze down at the liquid staining the sheets.
Damon grips my chin and forces my eyes to his, then he leans in. His full lips are so close, I can feel the heat of them against my own.
“I might be a fucking asshole. I might do shit that scares you, and even if I don’t mean to, I may hurt you sometimes. I’m not perfect. I’m a sick and twisted man. But one thing will always remain the same—I will not let you go now. If you run, I will catch you. If you hide, I will find you. You cannot escape me. Ever. You fucking belong to me, now and forever.”
His words are possessive, and I want to respond to tell him I agree. But I don’t think he needs to hear me say yes. He already knows how much I need and want him.
His lips crash into mine, sealing his words with a promise.
An unsaid vow. A secret.
And that declaration almost scares me more than seeing him as the monster he claims himself to be.
Chapter 10
Damon
