Don't Promise (Don't 3)

I tipped my chin, changing the angle and he thrust deeper, meeting the back of my tongue. I mewed lightly, loving how he felt. Loving the look in his eyes. I gave him this kind of pleasure.

“Fuck,” he groaned as he began to lose control. His hips jutted faster as he moved with urgent rhythm. He stroked my face, his eyes never moving from mine. “Fucking amazing.” He gritted his teeth.

I dug my nails into the rigid muscles of his ass, daring him to come in my mouth. Begging for him to let me finish him off.

“It’s not ending like this.” He grinned. He slid he shaft free. It glistened with my saliva in the moonlight.

He spun me around, gripping my wrists and wrapping them around the bedpost. A sliver of panic ran through me. Just how dirty would his fantasy get?

“Hold on,” he ordered.

He lifted my hips in the air as he licked my entrance, swirling his tongue around, tracing a torturous pattern. I clenched with the building ache.

I whimpered.

“Please.”

“Please, what?” He kissed my bottom, biting with playful nips. He was behind me. His hulking body, radiated heat and masculinity.

I quivered. “Please now. Please.” I didn’t know I had one of those raspy sexy voices until now.

“You want me to fuck you?”

“Yes. Please. Yes.”

I was like a live wire. I needed to be tamed. I needed to be soothed.

Damon leaned over to the bedside table and opened a drawer. I heard him rip the corner from a foil packet. I waited in agony as he sheathed his cock with a condom. The seconds felt like hours. My body longed for release. For pleasure.

I turned to look at him over my shoulder. I was on my knees. My hands anchored to the post. Suddenly, he twirled me from my position and I was on my back, looking into his dark eyes. The soft blankets floated around me.

His mouth seared into mine and I tangled my arms around him.

“I want to see you, Molly. I need to see you when I fuck you.”

I nodded eagerly.

He nudged my legs apart as he settled between them. Hi

s tongue coiled along mine and his hands locked my wrists over my head.

It was only a fantasy. A night that didn’t mean more that this moment, but I was lost. Consumed by him.

I inhaled when he pushed his cock to my entrance, stretching it. The twinge of pain eased as he sank into me with a full forceful rock of his hips.

My nails dug into his shoulders.

“Oh fuck,” he growled in my ear. “You’re so tight. God, you’re fucking perfect, aren’t you?”

I couldn’t form words. Much less thoughts. He filled me so completely I thought I was going to burst. He filled me again and I cried out.

“Ohh.”

“I want to fuck you all night,” he moaned.

“Yes. God, yes.” I rocked my hips into him. The fullness was consuming. Burning. Singing my skin with the friction of his strokes.

“More. I want more.” He kissed me feverishly. His hands tangled through my hair, yanking my neck forward. He pumped inside me, before rolling us over, so I was looking down at him.