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He pushed my legs up higher so he could slam deeper into me, and I let my head fall to the side, my eyes closed as I gripped his ass and moaned on every thrust.
“That’s it, Maya,” he growled. “Come for me.”
I angled my hips, chasing the high, and then I felt my walls clamp down on his cock as I came hard.
“Holy fuck,” he cried as he dropped his head onto the pillow next to me and continued to rut into me as I came over and over again. And then, with an almighty roar, he came too, his cock throbbing as he spilled everything he had inside me.
We both panted as we lay together, our bodies fused as our orgasms slowly subsided. Then Damien moved to sit up, letting my legs relax back down onto the bed as his cock slid out of me. I felt a warm trickle of cum slip from my pussy to my ass, and he used his finger to catch it and push it back inside. That was Damien’s kink. He didn’t want me to waste a single drop of his cum. It did something to him, knowing that it was inside me. It did something to me, too. It made me feel special. That he needed to claim me and own me in that way.
“You have the prettiest pussy,” he said, stroking his fingers along my swollen, aching pussy, pushing his fingers gently into me each time a drop of his cum seeped out. “I’d die a happy man buried inside of you.”
“Did I bleed?” I asked, and he shrugged in response.
“A little, but it’s okay. Blood doesn’t scare me.”
And he winked and then took his cum soaked fingers and lifted them to his mouth, licking once, then pushing them towards me and saying, “I think we taste fucking delicious. Don’t you?”
I felt my heart hammering in my chest, but I didn’t want to deny him anything. So, I leaned my head forward and let himpush his fingers into my mouth, sucking on them before letting him pull them free.
“Now you need to tell me which part of you you’d like me to fuck next,” he asked. “Because we are only just getting started.”
Chapter Thirty-Five
Damien
She looked more beautiful than I’d ever seen, lying in front of me, thoroughly fucked. But I couldn’t stop. I had to have more. In giving herself to me, she’d opened the fucking floodgates, and they were never going to close. I needed to consume her. She was like a fucking drug.
She smiled up at me, a lazy smile that told me she’d do whatever the fuck I asked of her, and then her smile turned wicked.
“You’ve had all the fun, tasting and teasing me. I think it’s only fair I get to do the same.”
“Do you want to suck my cock?” I asked, taking hold of my cock and stroking myself, taunting her.
She nodded and sat up, edging closer towards me and opening her mouth, but I sat back and shook my head.
“Fingers and hands first, then lips and tongue, and then we go for the throat.”
She stared back at me, wide-eyed, reminding me how naïve she was, how innocent. Perfect for corrupting in the best way. Atoy, just taken out of her packaging and only ever to be played with by me.
“Lick your palm, then hold my cock,” I told her, and she did as she was told, licking her hand and then reaching forward, wrapping her delicate fingers around me. “You can be firmer than that,” I instructed, putting my hand over hers to show her how I liked it. “Now stroke, nice and slow, that’s it.”
She stroked my cock, and seeing the way she looked at her hand with such fascination, desperate to do it the best way she could, made me feral. I rocked my hips, fucking her hand, and groaned to show her she was doing it perfectly. But in truth, whatever she’d have done would feel amazing, because it was her. Her tiny, warm hand felt like the best thing ever. I knew her mouth would too, because it was Maya. And everything with her was just...more.
“Now use your tongue, just around the tip, on the edge,” I told her. “And underneath, it feels more sensitive there.”
She leaned forward, her hand still gripping the base of my cock as she used her tongue to lick the head of my cock, swirling around the rim and then stroking with the tip of her tongue underneath, and I felt my balls tighten and my spine tingle as she drew me closer to orgasm.
“Fucking perfect,” I said, grabbing a handful of her hair and wrapping it around my fist. “Now use your other hand. Gently stroke my balls. Just here.”
She put her free hand on my balls and started to gently stroke, and I opened my legs a little, using my hand to guide her to the space just behind my balls that I knew would feel fucking amazing when her addictive little touches hit that spot. She teased me there, and I threw my head back. “Fuck, that feels so fucking good.”
She started to suck the head of my cock, her tongue flat against the underside as she moved her hand at the base togive me more slow pumps, and the combination of that and her stroking between my legs drove me wild.
“I need to fuck your face,” I begged, becoming desperate for more, and I used both hands to grab the back of her head and angle her the way I needed to. “Breathe through your nose and tap my leg if it gets too much, okay?”
She nodded, and I pushed my cock into her mouth, then down her throat, and she took me so fucking well, tilting her head so I could deep throat her, not gagging at all. She was a fucking angel.
With a mouthful of cock, she grabbed my ass with both hands as I used her with slow thrusts that became more frantic as she swallowed around me and sucked harder.
