to tremble in anticipation of my impending orgasm. When he pulls away from me, I whine in disappointment.
He untangles my legs from his shoulders, and stands up. As his arms come up, grab the hem of my shirt and lift it over my head. “How is it possible that I missed you so fucking much when I just saw you earlier.”
I smile, not knowing how to respond to his declaration of feelings. Damon takes my hand and leads me over to my bed, stopping just at the edge of it. My back is now to his front and I can feel his erection pressed against my ass through the thin shorts he has on. I reach behind me and hook my thumbs into his waistband and slowly lower them and myself to the floor. When I stand back up I do it slowly making sure to stick my ass out and trail it over his body.
His fingers grip my hips. “I would love to fucking cherish every inch of you but I want you too damn bad.” Before I can even think of a response, he pulls back and slams into me. “God damn perfect.”
My hands lean onto the bed forcing my ass back against him and allowing him to bury himself even deeper.
“I’m gonna warn you now, baby. You need to hold on.” I grasp the edge of the mattress in my fists and my pussy clenches in anticipation. When Damon starts to move it’s slow, but with each thrust his speed picks up until I am jolting forward so far that I almost lose hold of the mattress. He has never been this rough and it’s almost like I feel all of his desire and desperation pouring into me.
I am screaming each time he pushes back into me and I honestly don’t think I can take much more. My body feels like it’s going to break in two. His force is too much and my arms collapse, making my body fall onto the mattress. Damon doesn’t fault though, he wraps his arm around my waist lifting me up more and taking advantage of the new angle. My entire body starts to tighten and I can feel my orgasm building. God, this man knows exactly what to do to send me over the edge quick.
“I can feel your pussy squeezing my dick. I am about to come, baby, but I need you to go with me. I want to hear you scream my fucking name.” He removes one of his hands from my hip tangling it in my hair and giving it a little tug. I don’t know why but I love it when he does that. There is something so primal, possessive, and dominant about it. He pulls my hair so I’m forced to arch my back.
When Damon’s teeth grasp the soft skin behind my ear, I scream out his name just like he wanted me to. His fingers dig into my hip and the hand in my hair tightens its grip and he finds his release. His hands let go of me and lean onto the mattress, as he hovers over me.
He leans down trailing soft kisses down my spine before pulling out of me. I don’t have the energy to move my body. I think my hangover has already started and my muscles are on strike.
“Turn over, babe.” I roll over groaning from the movement. Damon gently wipes me off making sure not to be rough. It’s like he knows the damage that he has caused. I always read books where they say they will be sore the next day and roll my eyes. I know that tomorrow I’ll be walking like I have a stick up my ass.
I feel his arms wrap around me and lay me down on my pillow, pulling the blanket up to my chin. His lips softly kiss mine. “I have to get up early tomorrow. Call me when you wake up.”
He’s leaving? I want to protest but my mouth is unresponsive. My entire body has shut down and is basically telling me to shut the hell up and go to sleep.
Chapter Sixteen
I wake up to a pounding headache and the sliver of light peeking through my window is like the brightest spotlight you can imagine. I slowly sit up hoping I don’t lose it all over my bed. I notice a bottle of Gatorade and some aspirin on the end table. Damon must have left them for me before he left. I can’t believe he left, not that I would have been conscious enough to interact with him.
After a little while of sitting on
He untangles my legs from his shoulders, and stands up. As his arms come up, grab the hem of my shirt and lift it over my head. “How is it possible that I missed you so fucking much when I just saw you earlier.”
I smile, not knowing how to respond to his declaration of feelings. Damon takes my hand and leads me over to my bed, stopping just at the edge of it. My back is now to his front and I can feel his erection pressed against my ass through the thin shorts he has on. I reach behind me and hook my thumbs into his waistband and slowly lower them and myself to the floor. When I stand back up I do it slowly making sure to stick my ass out and trail it over his body.
His fingers grip my hips. “I would love to fucking cherish every inch of you but I want you too damn bad.” Before I can even think of a response, he pulls back and slams into me. “God damn perfect.”
My hands lean onto the bed forcing my ass back against him and allowing him to bury himself even deeper.
“I’m gonna warn you now, baby. You need to hold on.” I grasp the edge of the mattress in my fists and my pussy clenches in anticipation. When Damon starts to move it’s slow, but with each thrust his speed picks up until I am jolting forward so far that I almost lose hold of the mattress. He has never been this rough and it’s almost like I feel all of his desire and desperation pouring into me.
I am screaming each time he pushes back into me and I honestly don’t think I can take much more. My body feels like it’s going to break in two. His force is too much and my arms collapse, making my body fall onto the mattress. Damon doesn’t fault though, he wraps his arm around my waist lifting me up more and taking advantage of the new angle. My entire body starts to tighten and I can feel my orgasm building. God, this man knows exactly what to do to send me over the edge quick.
“I can feel your pussy squeezing my dick. I am about to come, baby, but I need you to go with me. I want to hear you scream my fucking name.” He removes one of his hands from my hip tangling it in my hair and giving it a little tug. I don’t know why but I love it when he does that. There is something so primal, possessive, and dominant about it. He pulls my hair so I’m forced to arch my back.
When Damon’s teeth grasp the soft skin behind my ear, I scream out his name just like he wanted me to. His fingers dig into my hip and the hand in my hair tightens its grip and he finds his release. His hands let go of me and lean onto the mattress, as he hovers over me.
He leans down trailing soft kisses down my spine before pulling out of me. I don’t have the energy to move my body. I think my hangover has already started and my muscles are on strike.
“Turn over, babe.” I roll over groaning from the movement. Damon gently wipes me off making sure not to be rough. It’s like he knows the damage that he has caused. I always read books where they say they will be sore the next day and roll my eyes. I know that tomorrow I’ll be walking like I have a stick up my ass.
I feel his arms wrap around me and lay me down on my pillow, pulling the blanket up to my chin. His lips softly kiss mine. “I have to get up early tomorrow. Call me when you wake up.”
He’s leaving? I want to protest but my mouth is unresponsive. My entire body has shut down and is basically telling me to shut the hell up and go to sleep.
Chapter Sixteen
I wake up to a pounding headache and the sliver of light peeking through my window is like the brightest spotlight you can imagine. I slowly sit up hoping I don’t lose it all over my bed. I notice a bottle of Gatorade and some aspirin on the end table. Damon must have left them for me before he left. I can’t believe he left, not that I would have been conscious enough to interact with him.
After a little while of sitting on
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