Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 123212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 616(@200wpm)___ 493(@250wpm)___ 411(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 123212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 616(@200wpm)___ 493(@250wpm)___ 411(@300wpm)
“I know you want to fuck me your way,” I murmured against his lips, “but can I ride you? I’ve never done that before.”
Damien’s eyes fluttered closed for only a second before he climbed onto the bed next to me, ridding himself of his clothes as he moved. When he was naked as the day he was born and lying on his back next to me, I wasted no time in cocking my leg over him and straddling him. I reached up and rid myself of my crop top, and Damien hissed a breath before reaching up and palming my breasts.
“You’re stunning, baby.”
I felt stunning. I saw the lust and adoration in Damien’s eyes when he looked at me, and the boost it gave to my confidence was immense.
“You are too,” I said, placing my palms on his chest. “You’re perfect.”
“I’m not perfect, freckles.”
“You are to me.”
I rolled my hips, and the head of Damien’s cock parted my pussy lips and slid back and forth over my clit as I moved. Damien’s hands dropped to my waist, and he curled his lip up in a snarl. He looked pissed, but his eyes were locked on my movements, and I knew it felt just as good for him as it did for me.
“Alannah,” he groaned. “If you don’t fuck me right now, I’m going to fuck you into this fucking mattress.”
Wordlessly, I rolled my hips forward enough to push Damien’s head back to my entrance, and when I leaned back, I watched Damien’s eyes the second he felt his cock slide into my pussy. His eyes rolled back, he bit down on his lower lip, and his fingers dug painfully into my flesh, but I felt too good to comment on it. I sank down onto Damien’s cock, and the man beneath me trembled.
“No co-condom,” he choked out. “Oh, God. You feel … Heaven.”
I was a condom girl. I had a large box of them in my nightstand, but I never wanted to use one with Damien. I wanted all of him, in every capacity that I could have him. I rose, and just as I reached the head of Damien’s cock, I sunk back down, and fell into a slow rhythm of fucking him.
“A…A…lannah,” Damien panted, his face contorted with pleasure. “I’m not we-wearing a co-co-ndom—fuck!”
I groaned as I clenched my muscles around him once more. Fuck, it felt good.
“I’m on birth control,” I answered as I sunk down on him again. “I only ever want you raw.”
The second the words passed my lips, Damien flipped us, and with a screech, my back bounced against the mattress as his body parted from mine. My legs were pushed so far apart, it hurt, but the second Damien relined his cock against my entrance and thrust forward, everything changed. Any pain melted away and was replaced by pleasure. Hard, rough, mind-numbing pleasure.
“Do you like that?” Damien hissed as he fucked me. “I’ve wanted to fuck you like this every time I’ve looked at you since I came home last year. I wanted to strip you bare, clamp my hand over your mouth, and fuck you so hard you’d scream.”
My muscles clenched around him, and he growled.
“Your pussy,” he groaned. “It’s my favourite place to be.”
I dug my nails into his back, and he responded by thrusting into me harder.
“Da-Damien.” I choked. “Oh, God. Yes.”
He lowered his head, brushed his lips against mine, but pulled out of reach when I tried to kiss him. He repeated this a few times, and the teasing made my pussy clench. Damien hissed and bucked into me harder.
“Every time I wrapped my hand around my cock when I was away, I closed my eyes and imagined it was your hand, your mouth, your pussy, your asshole. You’re my fantasy come to life, and fucking you is so much better than I remebered.”
Christ in Heaven, I couldn’t take any more of his words. He was killing me.
“Fu…uck me,” I groaned. “Fuckmefuckmefuckmefuckme.”
I cried out when Damien tilted his pelvis, and each thrust sent a pulse wave of bliss up my spine.
“Look at me,” Damien growled. When I managed to focus my blurring vision on his face, he said, “Tell me how good you feel.”
“I can’t think,” I panted. “I feel … you feel … fuck, so good.”
My eyes rolled back with the next thrust, and a chuckle rumbled from Damien’s chest.
“Like that, do you?”
“Yes,” I rasped. “Please, don’t st-stop.”
He kept his rhythm of fan-fucking-tastic thrusting to a fast pace, and it blew my mind that he didn’t seem to be tiring.
“I’m never going to stop,” he grunted, bringing his lips to my cheek, before he swiped his tongue over my skin. “Every time I want to fuck you, I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to make you crave my cock. I’m going to make you beg me to fill you.”