I came apart not even two minutes in. My body convulsed as I climaxed violently. I call out his name helplessly as he continues to drive his fingers deeper into me sluggishly as I ride out my orgasm. I hiss when his fingers slide out and his tongue laps up my liquid release. “Ohhhhhn.”
My body was still recovering from my orgasm when Damien sits upright; his large hands grip my waist, and he slides thick and long inside me, filling me up once again. His deep, throaty, gruff moan as he pushes himself as deep as he could go fires me up all over again. I look back at him over my shoulder, and our eyes meet.
My stomach clenches at the mere sight of him. Dark and intensely dangerous. The uninhibited feral need burning in his eyes for me sends a delightful chill down my spine. He wants me and needs me just as much as I do him, and that thought alone electrifies me.
Damien holds my gaze and draws his bottom lip between his teeth when I rock against him. “Who do you belong to?” He questions wickedly as he pulls his hips back.
“I belong to you,” I answer without hesitation and moan when he thrusts back in hard.
“And don’t you fucking forget it,” Damien growls with each hard thrust. I quiver when I feel his lips on my spine, licking and nipping at the flesh on my back. Damien’s throaty groans drove me wild; he lifts my hips so I’m now on all fours while he drives harder, his one hand on my waist and the other on my shoulder, jerking me back against him as he goes deeper. “Oh baby, fuck yes, harder!” I scream, and he abides; lifting one leg up, he changes the angle and somehow manages to trigger a whole other intense sensation I’ve never felt before. His finger slides into my anus, and I cry out at the sudden intrusion. It felt a little uncomfortable at first, but it felt unbelievable as soon as he began thrusting again.
“That’s it, baby…” Damien asserts, panting, “Moan for me, scream for me, come for me, pretty girl. Explode over my cock.” He growls, squeezing my butt cheek with his free hand.
“Oh shit, shit, I’m…I’m coming!” I cry out as I spasm around him for the third time. Damien thrusts a couple more times and explodes inside me, his member throbbing and pulsing with each ripple of his release.
“Christ, Ezra…fuck baby, this tight pussy of yours drives me fucking wild.” he howls, gripping my waist. I curse and pant, pressing my forehead to the mattress, trying desperately to fill my deprived lungs with oxygen. Damien pulls himself out of me and flips me over on my back again before he crawls up, kissing my stomach and along the path between my breasts, my neck, and eventually my lips. We kiss ardently, his tongue teasing mine with kittenish licks.
The rest of the day was spent with us fucking like two wild animals, as Damien had said. It got hotter and dirtier and dirtier each time. We had sex all over the house. Up against the wall, on the sofa, the kitchen table, on the pool table…which I think we broke by the end. I lost track of how many times we climaxed. He bent me into positions I’d never even known was possible.
The time was three o’clock in the morning, and we both collapsed on the bed heaving, both a sweaty and sticky mess.
“Mmm,” I bite my bottom lip and peel my eyes open to look up at Damien, who was currently slumped over me, his hand still on my throat, his breath labored, forehead pressed to mine.
“Shit. I thought you said you were done?” He breathes, kissing my jaw. I smile lazily, brushing my fingers over his muscular back.
“I thought I was, I don't know what happened, but that was so fucking hot.” I croak. Damien chuckles and pulls his head back to peer down into my flushed face.
“You don’t know what happened? I told you to stop staring at my lips like that.” I giggle a little at his response. “I might have to let you take control now and then. I must admit I thoroughly enjoyed watching you ride me. You’re a sight for sore eyes, Mrs. Wolfe.”
I grin and raise my brow, “Right back at you, Mr. Wolfe.” Damien matches my grin and kisses my forehead.
“You’re trouble.” He drawls, brushing a strand of hair away from my face. “You proved me wrong yet again. You truly are freakier than you let on.”
I smile, “Well, you’re a hard man to resist.” Damien looks over my face the playful mood he was in moments ago vanishes. He nods and kisses me softly before he rolls off me onto his back and tugs me into his arms. I smile and nestle against him. “Can I ask you something?”
Damien opens his eyes and looks at me. “Go on.”
I bite my bottom lip, hesitating momentarily, “Um, you pretty much know everything about me, but I don’t know anything about you other than your job.” Damien’s brows knit tightly. I brush my finger along his jaw and meet his gaze.
“I want to know you, Damien. All of you.”