Page 55 of Gluttony

She whispered, “I’m yours, Damian.”

At the sound of his real name on her lips, a wildness filled his eyes, his expression going taut across his features. She slid her hands from his thick chest to his shoulders, knowing she was going to need to hold on.

He pulled his hips back, leaving only the tip of him inside her, then he drove all the way in, to the hilt, bottoming out. His cockhead striking her cervix.

“Oh God, Damian,” she cried out, digging her nails into his skin.

He grunted, then repeated the movement. Her pussy pulsed, fluttering, squeezing him as he pistoned—in and out, in and out—over and over again, his movements steady as they increased in strength and speed.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so fucking good. You take my cock so well—you were made for me, weren’t you, made to take my cock.”

She moaned, lifting her lips to meet each penetration.

Soon, he was moving like a man possessed, wrecking her.

Deeper. Harder. Faster.

He grunted with each punch of his hips, the sound of her wet flesh slapping against his thighs was obscene, filthy, delicious.

Whimpering, she wrapped her arms around his neck, anchoring herself because she was so close to flying. She sobbed as the pleasure built, as their sweat-slicked skin slid against one another, heightening the sensations.

Without warning, she exploded, her head flying back as she screamed.

“Damian!” she cried, her body convulsing, her pussy squeezing and milking his cock as he continued to pound into her, grunting.

“Fuck, yes, take it, take all of it—goddamn it!” He bellowed his release into the sky, his throat working as he roared out hispleasure. His cock thickened as it pulsed, his come jetting into her thirsty pussy.

Thankfully, for some reason, she’d hacked his medical records that morning so she knew he was clean, and she was on the pill, so what they’d just done wouldn’t lead to ointments or pregnancy.

Spent, his big body dropped onto hers, and she wrapped her arms around his trembling body.

Long moments later, their breathing slowed, their bodies still locked together, though his cock had softened inside her, she pressed a kiss to his chin.

“Holy fuck,” she rasped, “I don’t think I’ll ever walk again.” Panting for air, she wiped at the sweat on her forehead, closing her eyes. “Just get me one of those motorized scooters; then you can paralyze me every night and it won’t matter.”

Chuckling deep in his chest, he tweaked her still peaked nipple, making her gasp and slap at his arm. Slowly, he pulled himself out of her, and positioned himself at her side, body to body. They fit together perfectly.

“I’ll consider that,” he teased. “Never been accused of paralysis before.”

Val rolled her eyes, snorting. “Yeah, right. With all those women, I’m sure you’ve heard it all before.”

He stiffened, and not in a good way. “Val,” he growled, “I know I have a history with women—lots of women—but, you and I, there’s no other women here. In this bed, in my arms, it is just you and me. Now. Forever.” He bent his head and forced her to meet his gaze. “Okay? I love you, I want you, I’m with you. Mentioning other women just cheapens what we have between us.”

Swallowing, she bit the inside of her cheek, forcing back the guilt.

Fuck, he really was trying, and the least she could do was stop bringing up his past, one he’d parted with for her.

Heaving a sigh, she cupped his face with one hand then smoothed his hair away from his forehead with the other. She placed a soft, slow kiss against his cheek.

“I’m sorry,” she offered, “you’re right. I’m sorry. No other women in bed with us.”

But what aboutonlinewith us?That snarky, mean girl voice asked. Sure, he’d only ever be with Val for the rest of his life, but all those other women would still be a massive part of his life, whether they were in his bed or not.

But I can’t tell him to stop; it makes him happy, and it’s part of who he is. I love him enough to endure.

But for how long?

God, that wasn’t fair! Not to Redtube and not to her—but she was willing to sacrifice for him.

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