He wasn’t patient enough for me to sort out a list of pros and cons. That wasn’t how impulsive desire worked.
“Fuck me,” I whispered. “Please.”
His eyes darkened. “More, Molly.”
I met his demand. “With your mouth. I want your tongue in my pussy.”
“Fuck,” he groaned.
The words did something to him.
He sank to the floor, dragging my ass to the edge of the bed. I heard the cotton rip between my legs as he yanked the lace out of the way. He threw my legs against his shoulders, sending my knees wide.
“Oh shit,” I gasped jerking off the bed.
His tongue surged inside my entrance as he splayed his hands over my stomach. He thrust again, swirling around my clit before fucking me with another stroke of fire.
His eyes lifted to mine as he licked my juices like a hungry tiger. His thumb traveled further south, massaging my clit. That’s when I lost it.
I grabbed his hair, arching my back as I fell on the bed in a kind of explosive rapture that awed me as I took off on the wings of the orgasm.
My reaction only fueled Damon as he grew hungrier. His thrusts deepening, spreading my legs.
“Oh, oh. I can’t.” I shook my head. “I’m going to come.”
“So. Fucking. Hot.” He kissed my stomach as his fingers replaced his tongue. I clenched at them as he pumped in and out of my entrance.
I tumbled and fell. The orgasm crashed into me. My body vibrated with the sensations.
I felt his teeth nip at my breast before sucking it in his mouth. He plucked my nipple sending an electric shock straight to my core.
“Oh God.” I clawed at his back as the last wave hit me.
He grinned. “God, I want to fuck you.”
I nodded eagerly. I wanted more. I needed more. More heat. More fullness. More Damon.
He leaned for the drawer. I panted, my release soothing me as he rolled the condom over his cock.
He stepped back to the floor, dragging my ass to the edge of the bed. I looked in his eyes as my feet rose to his shoulders. He looked like a god from this position. Sculpted like a magnificent statue. He pressed his shaft to my entrance but before I could adjust to how thick and wide he was, he slammed into me.
I wrestled with the covers, but he locked his hands against my ankles, planting them on his shoulders. He thrust again. The angle was intense. I yelped as he drove deeper inside me.
“Ohh, Damon.”
I felt like I was being taken. Claimed. And I loved every second of it. Every stroke he delivered. My body had yearned for something like this. Thirsted to be worshipped. He kissed my calf as he fucked harder and with more speed.
“Fucking come on my cock, baby.”
I groaned with pleasure. The ecstasy was overwhelming. My core was where the epicenter began. It was tightening and twisting with tingly pulses.
My hips tilted up with every pump of his glorious cock. Damon slid one hand from my ankle along my leg, coasting along my thigh and rounding over my ass. He pressed against the tiny ring of muscles on my backside. I zinged with a new wave of pleasure and pressure.
Oh shit. Was he? Was he going to go there?
I moaned, reveling in just how good it felt with the added pressure. His thumb breached my rosebud again. The sudden jolt of pain turned to pleasure as he eased out and in again.
He bit his lips. “Fuck, I’m going to come hard.”