I don’t say anything, I just launch myself at him, kissing him like he’s the air I need to breathe. This is fucked. This is so messed up. Am I actually going to fuck Damon in a room with two dead bodies while my boyfriend bleeds to death?
Yeah, I am. Maybe it’s the adrenaline or the feeling of finally being more powerful than them, but I need Damon. Now.
“You promised me you’d fuck me in front of them,” I remind him between kisses.
He smiles against my mouth. “I know, darling, and I will if that’s what you want. But how do you feel?”
“I feel good. I feel light and powerful. On top of the world.” I kiss him again, and he returns it with equal passion.
He drops to his knees, this time kissing my stomach. I run my fingers through his hair, relishing in the gentle affections.
Hitching up the skirt of my dress, he says, “I want you to ride my face, and then I’m gonna fuck you so hard you see stars as you come.” He drags my underwear down before helping me step out of them.
He lies on his back, pulling on my thighs to move me into position. When I’m there, he gives me one, long lick and then gently sucks on my clit. I buck a little bit, gasping at the sensation. He does it again, sucking on my clit a little longer this time. I begin rocking against his mouth, my body already craving the satisfaction it knows he can give me. His tongue swipes against my entrance two more times, and he groans against me. The vibrations make me moan, and I fall forward, unable to hold myself up.
He’s not having that. He grabs my wrists and pulls them behind me, my back arching just a bit. He grabs both wrists with one hand and uses the other to reach up and pinch my nipple through the fabric of my dress. The whole time, his mouth hasn’t stopped its assault on my pussy. He licks me one last time before latching onto my clit, and then he’salternating between sucking and rubbing his tongue side to side.
“Oh fuck, Damon!” I moan his name, completely unashamed. “Fuck, I’m gonna come.”
He hums in response, sucking my clit harder and then gently dragging his teeth along it.
And I’m gone. Vibrations shoot through my body, beginning where his mouth is on me and traveling all the way to my fingers and toes. If it weren’t for his hand holding mine behind me, the pressure would have me curling forward. My hips continue to grind on his face as the waves of my orgasm crash through me.
When my body finally stops shaking, he plants a gentle kiss to the inside of my thigh. His dark-blue eyes gaze up at me, full of lust. “Stay on your knees for me, Violet?”
“Mm-hmm.” I nod. I’m so spent I can’t even form words.
He releases my hands, and I fall forward, planting them on the ground in front of me. He slides out from under me and then positions himself behind me. My hips instinctively push back when I hear the click of his belt buckle.
“So eager for my cock?” he murmurs.
“Yes.” The word comes out breathy and desperate.
The tip of his cock drags through my folds, and I shudder, feeling like I could come again just from that.
He pushes the tip in a bit, and holy fuck, he already feels like he’s filling me.
I brace my arms, preparing for the full size of him.
“Relax, darling. It’ll fit, but you gotta relax for me, okay?”
I nod, willing my body to relax while still holding myself up for him.
He lines up again, pushing in a bit further this time. “Fuck, your pussy’s still spasming,” he says breathlessly. He grips my hip with one hand, his other fisting in my hair. At the same time he pulls back on my hair, making me arch back toward him, he thrusts all the way in, causing a garbled scream to burst from me. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so full.
“Damon!” I say his name like a plea.
“Fuck, Violet, you’re so fucking tight.” He swivels his hips a bit, like he’s adjusting to the feeling of being inside me. “You feel like you were made for me.”
“Yes, god, yes. Only you, Damon.” I clench around him, hoping to spur some movement.
He must get the message, because he pulls out slowly—so fucking slowly, I swear I can feel every vein and ridge of his cock drag against my walls—and then he pushes back in. His thrusts start slow and rhythmic, and soon I’m moaning for him. Curse words fly from my lips as he continues.
“Fuck, Damon, I’m close.”
He groans as he hits that spot inside me. “Yeah, you gonna come on my cock like a good girl?”
“Oh, god, please—” He thrusts harder, making me scream, “Yes!”
