Don't Tell (Don't 1)

His eyes lifted to mine as he licked my juices like a hungry tiger. His thumb traveled further south, massaging my clit and 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 need more. More heat. More fullness. More Damon.

He leaned for the condom 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.”

I was there with him. Fighting to hold on to my orgasm, but it was pointless. I couldn’t resist how it felt to have him fill my pussy so fully while he stretched my forbidden zone. It was something I never knew before. I convulsed around him wildly.

One.

Two.

Three.

He pumped inside me. “Fuck, Molly.” His voice echoed in the room before his release hit him. Damon collapsed on top of me. Our bodies pulsing with violent aftershocks.

I gasped for air.

“Fuck, love.” Damon rolled next to me. His hands slapped against his chest. “I swear, I would have rather spent the last two days with you than that boring ass of a prime minister.”

I laughed. “I believe you. I do.” I was completely convinced.

He reached for my waist, pulling me on top of him.