Don't Promise (Don't 3)

I began to ride him, recklessly and wildly. My hair fell over my shoulders. He reached up, twisting my nipples.

“Oh, yes,” I called to him. I fucked him harder, taking him deeper inside me. My knees pressed into the sides of his wide chest. I reveled in his body. He was athletic and handsome. Chiseled like a work of art. I was glad the light shone through the window so I could admire how incredible he was.

I abandoned my reservations. I ignored past inhibitions. I was submissive, yet powerful. I was sexy and adventurous.

“Get on all fours,” he groaned.

I turned onto my knees as Damon slammed into me from behind, gripping my hips. He pounded again as my nipples brushed over the sheets. Electric tingles shot through my breasts.

“Oh, Oh. Do that again,” I begged.

“You like being fucked like this?” His husky voice reached something inside me. A dark place that liked to be told what to do. A place where I didn’t have to think—only feel.

“Yes. When you do it. I do.”

The heel of his hand pressed into my low back as he fucked me once more from behind, hilting himself deeper than he’d ever been.

“Oh shit,” I hissed.

Damon’s hands clasped the upper part of my thighs, kicking them out from underneath me as he pulled me flat to my stomach. He bit my ear as his chest pressed into my back.

My hips lifted for him as he pushed inside me. I still couldn’t believe how thick he was.

His fingers locked in mine as he thrust against my counterthrust. His breath was in my ear. The sweat of his skin dripped along my back. It was intimate. A closeness I’d never experienced.

I wanted him to fulfill his promise to fuck me all night. I didn’t want it to end. Because I knew when the sun broke, the dream would be over. Our skin slid together, scorching each other as our need grew. I didn’t know how to slow it down. How to stop the clock. We were powerless against the release combusting between us.

One.

Two.

Three.

He plunged inside me and Damon grunted as his orgasm gripped him. The final thrust ignited the flame that torched my veins, raging a smoldering fire that soothed and fueled me simultaneously. I had nowhere to go. He held me down as my body incinerated with flickering pulses.

“Oh, I can’t.” I tried to wiggle free. It was too much. Too intense. I was overwhelmed by how my body reacted to him. I wasn’t this girl.

“Feel it, baby. That’s it,” he whispered in my ear. My toes curled and I clawed at his hands. “Come hard on my cock.”

“Oh God,” I screamed. Something unleashed in me.

I stopped fighting it and let the orgasm claim me.

“It’s so fucking good like this,” Damon groaned. “My cock is exactly where it should be. Deep inside your sweet pussy.”

“Ohh.” It kept going. Wave after wave. His dirty words provoked a new rippling in my core. He had unbelievable power over me.

“Fuck yeah.” He knew it. He could feel my walls squeezing around him like a vice. I convulsed as a third orgasm hit me.

He pressed into me and I moaned with pleasure. “I’m so fucking deep inside you.”

“I-I can’t,” I whimpered. “It’s too much.” Four in a row? I couldn’t.

“You can come one more time. Because you like when I say dirty things to you. When I put my cock in your beautiful mouth. When I lick your pussy. When I claim it. Like I am now. Fucking you deep, baby. So deep you’ll remember me tomorrow, won’t you?”

The room spun around as the last orgasm slammed into me. “Yes,” I finally screamed. “God, Yes. Damon, Yes. Fuck. Yes.” I’d never remember anything else after this. My pussy quivered until there was nothing left. He had fucked me senseless.

“Shit, you’re sexy as hell, love.”