Protect Me (Broken Heroes 2)

His hands settle on my hips—which he uses as leverage—pulling me toward him every time he thrusts. I can feel each stroke in my bones.

I don’t know how long he fucks me like this. Could be minutes or hours, but I’m somewhere lost in oblivion where time doesn’t exist.

Only pleasure and bliss. Only Damon Rossi.

When I feel another orgasm sneaking up on me, the sensation is so strong, I freak out for a split second, wondering if it might be too much. My pussy clenches so hard, it nearly hurts, and every muscle inside me tenses. My body goes rigid for a moment, then a warm wave of ecstasy washes over me.

I can feel Damon slow while I ride out every last aftershock.

“I love it when you milk my cock like that. When your pussy grips me so tight, my balls ache. And you’re going to do it one more time for me.”

I honestly don’t know if I can. I’m already so wrung out. I don’t know how Damon keeps this up. His stamina is insane.

His dick still feels hard—maybe even harder than when he started fucking me. My throat aches as I swallow, and my voice is hoarse from moaning and crying so much. All I can muster is a quiet whimper.

“I…I don’t know if I can,” I whimper, my body shaking, my heart racing out of my chest. I have a hard time getting the words out between Damon’s steady thrusts—each one promising love and endless pleasure.

“Oh, you will, baby. You’re gonna come so fucking hard around my cock. I want you to squeeze me, give me that orgasm, baby. Squeeze my cock. Milk every last drop of cum from me.”

He doesn’t sound like he is going to take no for an answer, and something about his demanding tone has me riding another wave of pleasure.

I feel a hand ghost against my ass cheeks, squeezing and kneading the flesh. Without warning, he reaches around and drags his fingers over my sensitive clit, past where we’re joined.

“You’re so fucking wet. Your juices are dripping down your leg.”

Normally, that would be embarrassing, but it’s not. It’s hot as hell.

I whimper, wishing he would rub my clit again, but he doesn’t.

Instead, he slips his fingers between my ass cheeks. I gasp when he finds my puckered asshole and starts to massage it.

My back stiffens, and Damon moves his other hand from my hip and pushes me down, forcing me deeper into the mattress.

I feel the panic start, my body clamming up.

“Keira, I’m not going to hurt you. I promise this is going to be nothing but pleasureable for you.” His voice is so reassuring, I sink back into the mattress. “Just relax. You’re going to like this. You’re going to come so fucking hard, baby.”

I want to tell him okay, but I am too far gone. I’m long past speaking. I do what he says and relax, letting him do whatever he wants to my body.

He continues massaging my forbidden hole, synchronizing it with his thrusts. Within a few strokes, I’m whimpering, feeling my orgasm build deep in my belly. I start to appreciate the foreign feeling of his finger on my asshole, and when my pussy starts to quiver, he slips one of his thick digits inside my ass.

Fear and excitement tingle through me as he continues to thrust deep inside my pussy while keeping his finger inside my ass. There is something so wrong…so dirty about this. It gives it an edge I can’t really explain.

Suddenly, I want more. I want him to keep pushing, keep violating me. I shove my ass back into his finger, letting him know I want more.

“I told you would like this,” he chuckles.

“Mmmhhh,” is all I manage to get out, and the sounds are muffled by the mattress. My body shakes as he starts to move his finger in and out, slow at first, and faster as he pumps his cock deeper and deeper.

“You’re sure a dirty girl. You’re my dirty girl.”

“Yes! Yes!” I scream, finding my voice.

“Come for me, beautiful. Come all over this cock. Show me who owns this cock.”

His dirty words are all I need, and I fly, soaring over the edge. His finger slips from my ass, and he continues his thrust.

“I’m c-comminnggggg…” I cry. Blinding light appears before my eyes as I squeeze them shut.

As my pussy squeezes the life out of Damon’s cock, he pounds into me harder. His grunts fill the air, and his thrusts are so deep, I think he might kill me.

“Fuck, baby…your pussy,” he hisses through his teeth, and in seconds, I feel his warm seed fill my womb.

He holds onto me tightly, thrusting a few more times before pulling out all the way. When he does, I sag against the mattress, unable to do much of anything but breathe. His body lands beside mine, and he tucks me into his sweaty chest as if he too feels like he needs to be touching me all the time.