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“Da—” I started. “Sir, is something wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” he replied. “That’s just not how I wanted you to come tonight.”

“And how did you want me to come, sir?”

“With me inside you, screaming my name.”

“Oh…” I couldn’t help the warmth on my cheeks, knowing my face had to be burning red by now.

“But before we get to that…” His words trailed off, even though he didn’t break eye contact. “We’ll have to get me out of these clothes first.”

“Yes, sir.” I reached toward him before stopping myself. I quickly brought my hands back down to my side. “Did you want me to help you with that, sir?”

“You’re a very quick learner.” Damon grinned. “And yes, I would. You should take my clothes off the same way you took off your own. Slowly. With purpose.”

I nodded as I reached toward him again. I was deliberate with my movements, carefully taking off his shirt, his pants, his boxers, letting the torture roll through my core. I desperately wanted to press my lips to his, to let my hands roam his chest, his stomach. But I knew that if I broke protocol there’d be consequences. And even though those consequences might’ve been delicious, all I wanted in the world right now was for Damon to be inside me.

When I finished undressing him, I took a step away, like I was observing a classic painting in a museum. Seeing Damon naked always seemed to feel that way, like I needed to take a moment to express my reverence, my appreciation.

I was so enamored with looking at him that I barely noticed when Damon reached back toward me, swiftly pulling my boxers down toward the floor. A few seconds later and I watched as he cautiously tore open a condom, right before rolling it down the length of his straining cock.

“Get on the bed. All fours,” he said, subtly nodding toward the mattress. I followed where he nodded, hastily making my way to the bed and getting into position. There was a sort of anxious excitement that was flowing through me, seeming to light up every one of my nerve endings.

Although, despite my excitement, it appeared that Damon was taking his sweet time. I could’ve sworn that twenty years had passed waiting for him, even though rationally I knew it couldn’t have been more than a few minutes. Thankfully, I eventually felt him settling in behind me, his knees pressing against the bed.

I felt something cold dripping down my hole, soon feeling a warmth from Damon’s fingers, rubbing it against my skin.

“Just making sure you’re ready for me,” he explained, his fingers still working through the lube. “Because once I start, I’m not going to stop.”

Damon’s words sent chills through me, in the very best way. I bent down further toward the bed, wanting to give him as much space as he could possibly need. A moment or so later I felt him gently slipping a finger into my hole, spreading me for him. I groaned at the sensation of it, a part of me grateful that he was being so considerate, another part of me wanting him to just drive his cock into me without stopping, without giving me time to breathe.

“Dam—Sir,” I moaned as I felt him press another finger into my hole, “I can’t… I can’t…”

“Yes, you can,” Damon assured me, his fingers sliding in even deeper. “You can take all of me. You can take all of this. I know you can.”

I whimpered, my body overwhelmed with pleasure, even as I quietly nodded. He continued with the motion, his fingers sliding in and out of me, until he finally left me empty…

But not for long.

Before I had a chance to take my next breath, I felt the tip of Damon’s cock slowly pushing inside me. Once the length of him was settled in my hole, he grabbed onto my hips, his fingers pressing hard into my sides.

And then, he started to move.

His movements were the opposite of slow and steady, his hips thrusting against my own so rough that it knocked the air out of my lungs. I balled the blankets underneath us into my fists, scrambling for purchase, as he pushed inside me again.

“Fuck! Damon! Sir! Fuck!” I screamed out for him as he slammed in, my knees almost going weak from the pleasurable shock through my system. “Fuck!”

“You’re so fucking perfect, Sam.” Damon’s tone was calm as he rhythmically moved, his cock filling me up to the brim. “So fucking beautiful. Do you feel beautiful right now? Can you feel how much I want you?”

“Yes… Yes…”

“Good.” It was all he said as he picked up his pace, moving even faster than before. The sensations flowing through me were almost unbearable, my cock dripping with come, my eyes threatening to roll back in my head. Soon enough, I was coming for him, crying out his name as every part of me felt like it was burning with desire.

“Damon! Damon!” My arms and legs began to shake before I collapsed against the mattress, the feeling of Damon’s cock pounding inside me being way too much to bear. Damon didn’t stop moving, his hips following mine down to the mattress, still drilling into my hole with every thrust.

“Tell me that you know how beautiful you are,” he instructed, his shaft sliding out of me before slamming right back in. “Tell me that you know you’re gorgeous.”

“I know… how beautiful… I am…” I did as I was told, my words coming out punctuated courtesy of his thrusts. “I… I’m gorgeous…”

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