Page 106 of Give In

I whimpered at the tension that coiled, the line between pain and blinding pleasure no longer existing.

The next few hit suddenly, only a brief pause between them. Each blow ended in a caress, blurring them until it felt like one continuous wave, ebbing and flowing.

Drowning in the waves, I hadn’t even realized Damien had moved until I felt his mouth between my thighs. His thick tongue lapped from my clit all the way up to my ass before returning to repeat the trail again. My brain was gone, lost in sensations and desperation only he could provoke.

Damien gripped my sore ass roughly, holding me to him as he ate me—devouredme—with maddening ferocity. His tongue speared in, fucking me before moving to twirl around my clit. Each variation pushed me closer to a different edge while pulling me from the other, leaving me in purgatory.

“Please,” I begged, unsure whether I’d earn more punishment but happily welcoming it if it meant I’d get to come.

Maybe even if I didn’t, as long as it brought that same hazy bliss.

“Please what?” he asked, his breath cool against my overheated pussy. “What do you want?”

“You.” His answering groan vibrated against me, spurring me on enough to add, “Ineedyou.”

In a blink, I was on my back with Damien hovering over me. I spread my legs, his hips dropping between my thighs and his hardness pressing against me, making us both moan.

His arm went between us as he fisted his cock, lining the tip up against my pussy. I tried to wiggle and rock against him, but his free hand went around my throat, his hold loose but confining enough to make me still. “I was tested months ago and haven’t been with anyone in longer than that.”

I blinked up at him. “Months?”

“Ever since a depraved angel walked into my life, and I became obsessed with breaking her halo to give her horns.” His gaze moved between us and his cock pressed in a little, stretching me. “Became obsessed with her.”

His possessive words should’ve been frightening, or at the very least alarming, but they filled me with molten heat and irrational happiness.

“I’m on the pill and clean,” I shared.

“I know.”

I didn’t bother to ask how, and he didn’t expand. His stalkerific tendencies were no longer surprising.

“I’ve spent months thinking about this moment. Jacking off to it. Needing it more than I need my next breath. I want to feel nothing but your pussy strangling my dick, but it’s up to you. Do you want me to use a condom?” he asked, giving me power where it mattered.

I shook my head, wiggling and lifting my pelvis to try to get what I wanted.

“You don’t control this,” he reminded, nipping at my bottom lip before raising his head.

I leaned up, wanting his lips back on mine. “I know.”

He gave in, kissing me hard but much too fast. “Begging won’t work.”

“Noted.”

“You’re trying anyway.”

My nails dug into his shoulders as I rocked against him, breathily whispering, “I’m persistent like that.”

“You’re fucking perfect.” He kissed me again, his tongue covered in my taste. His fingers left my throat to deftly work my nipples, hardening them to hypersensitive peaks. The thick, heavy weight of his cock moved from my entrance to grind against my clit.

His lips trailed down my neck, making goosebumps spread across my skin as the tip of his tongue teased along the spot where my neck met my shoulder. He bit down suddenly, and I lost my mind.

“Please. I’ll do anything. Please, please, please,” I repeated. A chant. A prayer.

“You want to come?”

I nodded emphatically, beyond shame or doubt.

Fisting his cock again, his knuckles ran across my clit as he slowly stroked his length. “You want me to fuck you until your tight, sweet pussy explodes around my dick?”

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