After squirting some on my hand I move back into Damian’s lap and wrap my hand around his thick cock, stroking him a few times to spread the lube around.
Damian grunts softly and his eyes widen slightly in surprise.
When I’m done stroking it onto him, I reach behind myself and shove two fingers up my ass halfway. I tilt my head back and moan. I can see Damian watching me finger myself with an expression that may as well be drooling.
The tight ring of muscle contracts against my fingers as I spread the lube inside of myself. I can feel my dick almost throb in rhythm with each motion.
“What?” I ask between moans. I pull my fingers out of myself and position myself above him. “You didn’t think you’d be getting filled tonight, did you?”
Damian watches intently as I hold his length and sink down on it one inch at a time. He spreads me open so perfectly, but I remind him I’m the one in charge by backing off a couple times before I sit down on him completely. He’s flush inside me and I groan in pleasure.
“Only honest men get cock up their ass,” I tease him.
Damian tilts his head back and I reach behind his head, forcing him to tilt it back up and look at me.
“No, no. You’re going to look at me the whole time, got it?”
“Yes, Sir,” Damian says with a lick of his lips. “Fuck…you feel so good.”
I start to ride him. At first slow, but my patience is little to none tonight. I want what I want, and I’m going to get it.
I wrap my hands around his throat, both of them, while I bounce on his cock and feel him fill me again and again. His hard pulsing length hits just the right spot inside of me, causing precum to drip down from my length onto his stomach.
“You’re never going to lie to me again,” I say through breathless moans as my grip on his throat gets even tighter.
“If you ever…f-fucking break my trust like this again…I’ll fucking kill you.” I rock my hips forward and back before swiveling my hips and pushing down harder against his lap.
Damian’s breath catches in his throat, and I realize it’s because I’m choking him. I don’t stop, not right away. He’s got just enough leeway that he can breathe, just not very well.
“Because I can… I can kill you,” I whisper as I press my forehead against his and continue to restrain his breathing for just a couple more seconds. When I let go, he sucks in a breath and then moans. His hands move to my ass and I don’t stop him.
“Fuck, fuck…” He’s sweating like a pig and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. The way he looks glistening and gasping for air.
“I’ll never…hurt you again,” Damian promises me. “Never.”
The pressure is building up inside of me…hot and needy. I can feel that he’s growing close too. My ass clenches against his throbbing cock and I close my eyes while our foreheads are pressed together.
“Oh fuck,” I gasp out the words.
Damian doesn’t seem to be able to help himself, because he grips my ass tighter and pushes up with his knees until his ass is off the couch. He pumps into me hard and fast.
I gasp in surprise but don’t stop him. My eyes practically roll back in my head as his hips smack against mine over and over again. Sweat drips down my hairline and drips down his chest, collecting in a mixture of both of us.
All I can do is moan and grunt and pant for breath until it’s over.
Until I’m coming in several heavy spurts of cum along his stomach and chest, and he’s pulling out of me to come on my back.
We hadn’t discussed it, but the second I feel the hot wet ropes on my back I’m glad that he didn’t come inside of me. I wasn’t looking to have to clean that up tonight.
My body tenses. Every single inch of me. Until I relax all at once.
I melt against Damian and he seems to melt into the couch. My head slides down to his shoulder and I work to catch my breath.
“Holy shit,” I mumble. Then I remember I was supposed to be punishing him. “You’re so pathetic.”
Damian chuckles lowly. “You’re an asshole.”
I lean up with all the strength that I can. “You liked it.”
