Page 104 of Client Privilege

“Look at me,” he said softly.

I met his gaze as he pressed forward slowly, the blunt head of his cock breaching me with careful pressure. The stretch and burn made me gasp, but it was a welcome sensation—a reminder that this was real, that I was choosing this.

“Still okay?” he whispered, his arms trembling with the effort of holding back.

“More than okay,” I breathed, wrapping my legs around him to draw him deeper.

He sank into me inch by inch, pausing whenever my breath hitched to let me adjust. When he was fully seated, our bodies joined completely, he remained still, his forehead pressed against mine, our breath mingling.

“You feel incredible,” he murmured. “So tight, so perfect around me.”

The fullness was overwhelming—not just physically but emotionally. To be joined this way with someone who saw me, who respected me, who wanted me as I was rather than what I could be moulded into—it was almost too much to bear.

“Move,” I urged, rolling my hips to encourage him. “Please, Damian.”

When he began to move, it was with long, deep strokes that made me feel every inch of him. The drag of his cock against my inner walls sent sparks of pleasure up my spine. I clutched at his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as the sensation built inside me.

“You’re amazing,” he breathed against my neck. “So beautiful like this.”

His words, the reverence in his voice, heightened every physical sensation. Each thrust seemed to reach deeper, touch something more fundamental within me. When he shifted slightly, changing the angle, he hit that spot inside me that made my vision blur.

“There!” I cried out, arching beneath him. “Right there, please don’t stop.”

“Never,” he promised, maintaining the angle with precision even as his movements grew more urgent.

“Harder,” I urged, surprising myself with my boldness.

He complied, his hips snapping forward with more force, driving deeper into me. The sound of skin against skin filled the room, along with our mingled moans and gasps. The headboard began to knock rhythmically against the wall, the bed creaking beneath us—ordinary sounds that somehow made this extraordinary moment even more real.

His hand slipped between us, wrapping around my cock, stroking in time with his thrusts. The dual stimulation was almost too muchto bear. I felt myself tightening around him, my body racing toward release.

“Damian,” I gasped, a warning and a plea. “I’m close, I’m so close.”

“Come for me, Alex,” he urged, his voice wrecked. “I want to feel you come around me.”

His thumb swiped over the sensitive head of my cock, gathering the moisture there and using it to ease his strokes. The slight twist of his wrist on each upstroke, combined with the relentless pressure against my prostate, pushed me toward the edge.

“Harder,” I demanded, digging my nails into his back, leaving marks I hoped would still be there tomorrow. “Fuck me harder.”

He growled—a primal sound I’d never imagined coming from his composed mouth—and drove into me with renewed force. The headboard slammed against the wall with each powerful thrust, the bed frame creaking beneath us.

“God, Alex,” he rasped against my ear, his breath hot and desperate. “You feel incredible. You’re everything.”

“Damian,” I gasped as he hit that perfect spot again and again. “I love you—fuck!—I love you.”

The words escaped without thought, torn from somewhere deep inside me as pleasure built to an unbearable peak. His rhythm faltered for just a heartbeat, his eyes locking with mine, dark and fierce.

“Say it again,” he demanded, driving deeper, harder.

“I love you,” I cried out, past caring how desperate I sounded. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

“Alex,” he groaned, his voice raw and broken. “I love you too. Fuck, I’ve loved you for so long.”

His confession, growled against my skin as he moved within me, pushed me over the edge. My orgasm tore through me with savage intensity, my body clenching around him as I came with a shout that might have been his name or just an animal sound of release. My cockpulsed between us, painting both our bodies with hot streaks of come.

The sight of me coming undone beneath him, combined with my body gripping him like a vise, triggered his own climax. His hips jerked forward with one final, powerful thrust as he buried himself impossibly deep.

“Alex!” he shouted, his face transformed with pleasure as he emptied himself inside me. “Fuck—I love you—god!”

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