Page 80 of Firethorne
I put my hand behind his head and pushed him into me, rocking my hips and grinding my pussy on him, and when I came for the third time, I gritted my teeth and snarled, “Fuck yes. Fuck my pussy. Fill me up and fuck me good.”
I didn’t even know where those words came from. They just spilled out of me like I was a demon possessed. But I wasn’t in control of my body, my mind, or my words. The only one in control here was Damien.
“Do you want that?” he asked, grinning up at me as his face glistened with our cum. “Are you ready to get fucked?”
I nodded, but he cocked his head to the side and tutted.
“Words, Maya. You know I like to hear the words. Tell me you want my cock.”
I reached forward to take his cock in my hand, but he edged away from me, and with another tut he said, “What are the magic words?”
I huffed.
“Please, Damien?”
He laughed.
“No. The magic words are, ‘I want to feel your huge cock inside me, Damien, and I promise to come all over it, squeezing it until I make you scream’.”
I smirked back at him.
“That too.”
He grinned, reaching forward, using his finger to trace delicate little strokes along my pussy.
“And when I’m inside you,” he said with a cocky smirk. “You’ll realise how fucking perfect we are, that you were made for me. That this pussy is all mine. I’m the only one you’ll ever want.”
“I already know that,” I replied breathlessly.
“Knowing and experiencing are two completely different things,” he said, then he crawled over me, holding himself above me as he stared into my eyes. “Last chance, Maya. If you’re not ready?—”
“I’m ready,” I snapped. “I’m so fucking ready that if you don’t fuck me right now, I will go insane.”
“That’s my girl,” he said, then he took his cock in his hand and started to stroke it through my swollen pussy, rubbing himself over my sensitive clit and teasing at my entrance. “I won’t lie to you. This might hurt at first.”
“I can deal with pain,” I hissed. “Now stop playing around and fuck me the way I deserve to be fucked.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
He reared back and then lifted both my legs, putting them over his shoulders before settling forward again. I was bent out of shape, but I didn’t care, I wanted to feel him. I wanted him so badly.
His arms were braced either side of my head, his cock against my pussy, and as his hips drove forward and he entered me, I screamed from the sharpness of the pain. He’d done what I asked and thrust into me hard and fast. And as his hips rested flush against mine, he stilled, his teeth gritted and his body shaking as he asked, “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. No watering down. Remember?” I said, trying not to break the bubble he’d created. It did fucking hurt, but I knew the worst was over.
He huffed a smile, and the way his eyes darkened, I knew he was about to let go completely.
And boy, was I right about that.
He gripped the headboard above me, and leaning down, he whisper-growled in my ear, “Hold on tight.”
Then he started to thrust into me at a punishing rate, his hips slamming into mine, his cock invading my pussy, stretching me, rutting into me, and making my body jolt and writhe as he pinned me to the mattress.
I clung to him like I might fall into an abyss if I didn’t, and he pounded into me over and over again, groaning, “You’re so fucking tight, Maya. You feel so fucking good.”
The headboard was banging against the wall, my cries echoing around the room, mingled with his groans and the sounds of our sweaty bodies slamming against each other. It was beyond anything I’d ever felt before. It was more than euphoric. It was fucking mind-blowing. Life altering.
I could feel my orgasm building and I sunk my nails into his back, dragging them downwards until I reached his ass. Then Igrabbed him hard, squeezing his ass as I begged him, “More. I need more.”
