Page 108 of Stutter

“What do you want, Amourette?” he says, the soft of his lips still on mine. I can almost taste the mint of his toothpaste, and I want him to devour me.

“Please, j-just… kiss me.” I breathe anxiously. Is it a stupid thing to ask for?

His stare softens, still hazy with lust and desire but in this moment, I can see how much he just… loves me. He takes me from Maverick, putting me on my back, the mattress dipping under our weight, but he keeps one hand on the curve of my spine, the other on the nape of my neck. I moan when he settles his entire weight on me, draping my legs over his strong thighs, my arms over his shoulders, my fingers into his black and silver waves, loving how he feels - so big, so strong, so very, very mine. The thought alone gets me wet. That this man, so incredibly smart and kind and loving, loves me as deeply and darkly as I love him.

“Damon…” I moan, closing my eyes and he takes advantage of my lips being parted to nip my bottom lip, licking alongside of it, and then dipping his tongue into my mouth.

God yes, the man kisses like he’s starved.

“Every inch of you is so delicious. Inside and out. Every time it’s like I’m tasting nirvana.” He breathes and attacks my lips again, plunging his tongue deeper, his fingers clutching where he’s holding me. I arch my back to pull him deeper, too. We’re nothing but tangled limbs and flesh meshed together and when he hardens against my sex, I moan for that too, wanting to be filled in every way possible by this beautiful man.

“Please, Damon,” I groan, trying to find friction between my naked sex and the layer of thermals. “Need you.”

He pulls away only to take off the shirt I was wearing, resuming his position except the hand that was behind my back snakes between us and when he finds me soaked, he smirks against my lips, nipping my bottom lips, sucking it into his mouth and his kiss turns from sweet to frantic. “From a simple kiss?”

“Because it’s you.” I reply, moving my hips so his fingers can play with the pinkest part of me because that wasn’t a simple kiss and he knows it.

He moves to pull away, but I grip him tighter. “No.”

He freezes in my arms, continuing to ravage my entire mouth, a few more movements, and I feel the hot velvet of the tip of his thick dick on my clit, slowly dipping lower to find my slick entrance and when he pushes in, I moan into his mouth, spreading my thighs as much as I can to accommodate his large, looming stature above me, my knees closer to my chest as he finally, finally plunges all the way to the hilt, and places his hand underneath my head to join the other – cradling me.

My eyes cross behind my lids, the feel of my pussy stretching to fit him in always a slow, intense burn. “So big.”

He chuckles, sliding back, and my nails scratch across his broad back, causing him to thrust all the way in.

“Yes!”

“Little Bird-“

“D-don’t stop, need more, p-please, Damon.”

And he doesn’t.

After being edged all fucking day I’m so fucking close. I’ve been so turned on all day with the different ways my men have found to fuck me. Against the wall after breakfast in the pantry, (Maverick) bent over the kitchen island, (Jonas) on the couch while Elena was packing up her things, (Damon) it’s been non-fucking stop and I’m at my wits end. So I’m not afraid to beg. I’m not afraid to say, “Please,Daddy… let me come.”

The growl that leaves Damon’s throat is one I’ll never forget. Each thrust comes in brutal, agonizing, almost painful stabs and when I try to let up, he keeps me in place by my head. My throbbing clit is tickled by the soft thatch of hair above his dick and God help me, I just need more. And that’s exactly what I ask for.

“Is this how you want Daddy to fuck you, love?”

“God yes, don’t ss-stop!” I cry out, bucking my hips in time with his.

“Look at you, fucking me back like a good little slut. Is that what we’ve turned you into? Just a needy fucking thing for cum?”

“Yes!” Why deny it?

“And you want to come on Daddy’s cock?”

I almost begin to convulse at the tone of his voice. It’s so fucking condescending and almost tortured, but I fucking love it. “All I want.”

“Then come, Little Bird. Grip my cock like a fucking vice and milk my dick. I want to feel when you break for me.”

I reach high, high, high, my stomach tightening, hot liquid pooling from me. When his lips crash back to mine, they tear me apart from the inside out, seeking my soul and I fucking shatter, clenching around him, every fucking wave takes me under and I sob in gratitude, shaking through the ripples and aftermath.

He stills, pulling out of me so quickly, sitting back on his heels, I barely see through blurred vision when he comes all over my stomach, thick, white ropes of cum and he grunts with eachone. Breathing heavily he stares down at me like an artist evaluating his masterpiece.

He takes his hand and begins to rub it in delicately like it’s my personal brand of lotion and I love that he’s marking me like this. Because when he’s all done, he doesn’t find a t-shirt for me to wear, he only slips me underneath the comforter between him and Maverick, and they both cuddle close to me, letting me sob until I’m just a hiccupping mess, one soothing away my hair and kissing my temple, the other rubbing on my trembling body.

“How was it?”

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