Mistress to a Monster

When it came time to do his dick, he took the sponge from her and gave her the soap.

“Just your hands.”

No matter how many times he fucked her, she still had the ability to blush, and he found that utterly endearing.

“You’re beautiful,” he said.

She chuckled. “What is with you and all these compliments? A girl could get used to them.” It was meant to be a warning.

“Then I want you to get used to them. If I show any signs of being a dick, tell me.”

She laughed and this one was real and throaty, and it made him want to fuck her even harder.

In fact, he was done with the bath.

Standing up, he climbed out and picked Milah up in his arms with ease.

“Damon, put me down. I’m way too heavy.” She tried to swat at his ass, but he stopped her blows.

He carried her through to the bedroom, dropping her down onto the bed.

She giggled, wriggling beneath him. “You’re crazy.”

“I’m crazy for you,” he said.

Milah gasped, and to stop any more questions, he slammed his lips down on hers. He wasn’t sure why he had said those words in the first place. They had spilled out from nowhere.

It was the truth.

The past few months hadn’t been part of his carefully orchestrated plan. It had been real.

It had been … between them, and it was so natural. Shedding the Russo name and their feud had been a breath of fresh air.

Kissing down her body, he quickly got to her tits and admired their full ripeness. They were so much bigger, and it wouldn’t be long before they were full of milk for her to nurse their child.

He pressed them together and lathered each nipple before sucking it into his mouth. He paid close attention to each, licking and sucking, teasing her. She arched up, spreading her legs and making way for him, and he took it.

Damon reluctantly let go of her tits and started to trail his lips down, kissing her rounded stomach, then going down, toward her pussy. She was already slick with arousal.

Plunging two fingers inside her, he felt how wet she was, and Milah rewarded him with a throaty groan. That was the sound he relished.

She pressed onto his fingers, and he gave her what she wanted, fucking her with his digits. At the same time, he licked at her clit. He wanted her to come.

Sucking her clit into his mouth, he twisted his fingers inside her, finding that spot she loved that always set her aflame. He continued to tease her clit, and just like he knew she would, she came, screaming his name.

So perfect.

He pushed her through her orgasm, not letting it fade, and only when her begs and pleas were loud enough did he let her go, but he wasn’t done with her.

Damon eased her onto her knees, and he pressed his cock to her entrance, then slid right to the hilt inside her.

Their moans mingled in the air.

He grabbed her hips and started to fuck her. Long, hard, deep thrusts. With her orgasm only just ending, he felt the tiny ripples of her surrounding him. He closed his eyes, loving every second of it. Each thrust drove them both higher, but tonight, he wanted to try something new.

With his cock still inside her, he nudged her up the bed, following her. When she was near the pillows, he reached into his drawer and pulled out the nearly empty tube of lubrication.

Milah had been more than happy to explore with him, and he’d been preparing her tight little asshole for his cock.

He didn’t know why, but he felt a primitive need to claim every single part of her. He wanted to own all that was Milah. He craved her body, and deep down, he wanted her complete and utter devotion.

Damon wanted Milah to be hungry for him. To not ever starve of her need for him.

It was selfish, but he didn’t care. Just so long as he got what he wanted, he didn’t give a fuck about anything else.

Running his hands all over her body, he kept his dick balls deep inside her.

He opened the tube of lubrication and made sure there was plenty on her asshole, getting her nice and slick.

Damon used his fingers to push some into her anus, and then, he eased out of her soaking pussy.

He didn’t want to hurt her, so he made sure to use plenty more lubrication. Once he was covered, he eased the tip of his cock against her ass.

Milah tensed up, like she always did, but unlike that first time, she didn’t jerk back. He’d told her to trust him, and she did. He pushed the tip of his cock against her tight opening, and she pressed out, and slowly, inch by inch, he sank inside her.

Damon was sure to take his time. Allowing her to become accustomed to the feel of him in her ass.

She was so tight. Just as he knew she would be. So tight.

When he was as deep as he could go, he paused and gave her time to get used to him. While he did so, he ran his hands all over her body, taking his sweet time, rubbing her, touching her tits, and diving down between her thighs.

He stroked her pussy, slipping his fingers through her slit and stroking her clit. Her ass tightened around his cock, and he had no choice but to close his eyes as the pleasure was so fucking intense.

All he wanted to do was grab her hips and fucking pound that asshole. To go as deep as he could go.