I tense, but then Damon soothes me with a low, “Relax, I’m going to make you feel so good, pretty baby,” spoken right against my sensitive nub before he starts licking and sucking it again.
He strokes his finger slowly in and out, and I gradually relax as I get used to the feeling. Then, he adds another finger, and I feel impossibly full. But he keeps licking and sucking on my little nub, sending spikes of pleasure racing throughout me.
I feel like my body is climbing toward something. A pressure is building inside me, and I’m nearly sobbing as I plead with him, “Damon, please.”
He smirks up at me before he latches onto the little nub, sucking harder, unrelentingly, as his fingers curve up and rub against this spot inside me, and then I explode with a sharp cry that takes my breath away.
My whole body feels like it’s convulsing, and then I’m floating, my limbs waxen.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chants as his sits up, quickly slipping his sweatpants off to reveal his massive cock. It’s thick and swollen and angry-looking, and my eyes widen. I don’t see how it can possibly fit in me.
“Gotta have you, sweetheart,” he tells me as he lines it up with my pussy, rubbing the head up and down against my lips, coating it in wetness.
I barely have a moment to marvel at how something so hard could feel so velvety smooth against me before I feel an insistent, burning pressure as he starts slipping it inside me.
“Damon,” I whine his name in a half plea, half something I don’t know.
“Ssh,” he quiets me as he strokes my hair, still pushing slowly in. “You’ll adjust to me. I promise, baby, and I’ll go slow.”
I whimper, and he leans over me, gathering me to his chest with his arms behind my back, holding me close to him as he continues to slowly push.
He finally stops, and his arms are taut around me. He pulls back just enough to look into my eyes. His eyes are dark with lust, but his voice is filled with adoration as he rains praises down on me, “Good girl, beautiful girl, my sweet angel…”
I bask in his praise and feel myself relaxing, but then he pulls back and pushes hard, breaking through my barrier of innocence, and I scream.
He swallows my scream with his mouth, kissing me gently, his tongue apologizing to me as it dances with mine.
He doesn’t move that part of him as he licks at my lips, giving me time to adjust to him. “You okay, sweetheart?” He asks me when he finally pulls back from my lips.
I draw in a shaky breath and realize that the pain has subsided, and now there’s just a dull ache there. I nod, but he still doesn’t move. Every muscle in his body seems to be tense, and his jaw hardens with the effort of holding himself back.
I wiggle beneath him, causing him to slide within me, and he lets out a deep, guttural groan, his head falling down as if he’s in pain.
“Fuck, Hadley, I can’t stay still, baby. Gotta move,” he tells me as he starts pulling that huge part of himself out and then shoving it back inside me. He pulls more and more out each time, slamming more back in, and the wet friction of his sex rubbing into mine causes a deeper kind of pressure to start building inside me.
I moan at the sensation and arch my back up into him, wrapping my arms and legs around him.
“Fuck, yes, hold onto me, baby,” he groans into my ear as he picks up his pace until he’s stroking his full length in and out of me.
“Fuck, you’re mine, aren’t you, sweetheart?” he’s panting into my ear. “This is my pussy, isn’t it? It was fucking made for me, wasn’t it? It’s sucking and gripping me so tight, just begging me to bust up in it and mark it as mine, isn’t it?”
I’m mewling and moaning right along with him, the filth of his words shamelessly turning me on even more, the pressure building and building until I’m crying out his name as waves of sensation crash over me.
“Damon!” I scream his name when the tidal wave hits me, my sex convulsing around him.
His breath catches, and his hands move to cup my ass as he continues to saw himself in and out of me, riding me through the waves. “That’s it. Open for me, baby,” he tells me, pumping into me faster now.
Sweat glistens on his skin, and his gray eyes blaze wildly down at me as he groans, “Fuck, Hadley, fuck! You’re mine!”
His possessive words send another ripple of pleasure through me, and I feel myself clenching up again.
He roars and then leans down to bite down on my shoulder savagely as he thrusts into me one last time and stills, holding himself deep.
I feel his hard length swelling before it bursts and pulses, his hot liquid pouring into me.
The hard muscles of his back ripple under my fingertips where I’m still clinging to him, and then he falls onto his side, scooping me up and pulling me with him.
He’s still seated deep within me as he gathers me close to his chest and places a kiss on my forehead, whispering, “Mine,” against my skin.