“Ohhhhhhhh…”
It was unimaginably good, being filled again after all this time. Being stretched out like this, so utterly and completely full. Damien — even the name was now driving me wild — started fucking me straight away with long, deep strokes. Plowing me into the bed as he drove his thick cock so achingly deep, in and out of my desperate pussy.
My eyes fluttered open, and I couldn’t not stare. His whole body was flexed tight, those beautiful abdominals rolling in unison as he pumped forward and back between my legs. I hooked my ankles behind him, drawing him in. Watched his beautiful surfer’s skin stretch over his ribs as the muscles in his back contracted to accommodate me.
“Fuck me…”
I mouthed the words, unsure of whether he’d heard. The next thing I knew his lips were mashed against mine, kissing me so hard our teeth clacked together as he crushed his chest against the warmth of my heavy breasts.
“Oh God… just fuck me…”
I was too far gone. Totally lost in him. I wanted him in me forever, just drilling away, filling me from within until I passed out from the pleasure.
As if sensing this he broke the kiss and fucked me even harder. The whole bed began to shake violently. It threatened to come apart at the frame as I held on for dear life.
This… This is…
I couldn’t form a complete sentence in my mind. Not even a half-coherent thought.
Oh God, I missed this…
Something wet touched the side of my face, and I realized a tear had streaked its way down my cheek. I was crying. Without even knowing it I was actually crying. They were tears of joy, of course. An unwitting byproduct of absolute ecstasy.
My hands found his ass, round and tight. I could feel the hard muscles just under the skin, churning beneath my palms as he dug me out. Moving like a machine. A wondrous, wondrous machine.
“Damn you feel good…” he groaned in my neck.
I curled my fingers into claws as he screwed even deeper into me, grinding his pelvis against me at the end of every thrust. By now my climax was a bygone conclusion. I could feel it rising inside me like a magnificent, inexorable wave.
And just like a real wave, it was probably going to soak his bed.
“Oh shit oh shit oh shit…”
I was whimpering softly. Crying into his shoulder like a little girl. Half of me felt foolish at making noise, the other half wanted to chew his shoulder off. My nails were probably embedded in the flesh of his ass by now. Maybe even drawing blood.
“Don’t stop…” I begged. “Please… Don’t you fucking stop!”
He paused just look enough to look down at me. My eyes were pleading. I noticed his jaw was still clenched, his expression stern and hard.
“Not a chance.”
I screamed when it happened; two years of pent-up sexual energy and rage, released in a single burst of nirvanic pleasure. It felt like my whole body exploded, my vision going white as Damien’s relentless pounding sent me crashing through the wall of my own orgasm.
“OHHHhhhhhOHHHhhhhh…”
I came buckets… and still he fucked me. Fucked me straight through the delirious euphoria of my climax, and even beyond. My pussy contracted around him, spasming hard, squeezing him like it wanted to make him a part of me. In a way it did. I couldn’t even blame it. By the time I was finally back in control of my own senses I was panting, sweaty, and completely out of breath.
I glanced fearfully at my legs, spread wider than I think they’d ever been. They were quivering uncontrollably. I could barely feel them.
“Turn around.”
It was a command, not a request. At the moment I was far too dazed to obey it.
“I said—”
He ended the sentence by pulling abruptly out of me. I felt his powerful hands on my body, flipping me over, shoving me forward so that I was pushed to the top of the bed. Damien grabbed my wrists. Manipulating my arms, he placed my hands on either side of the top of the headboard. I gasped as he entered me again, this time from behind.
“Now hold on…”