Page 45 of Daman
“Take off my pants, Commander.” Daman gripped the hair at my nape and angled my head up to his. He kissed me, swirling his tongue with mine. “That’s an order.”
I dipped my thumbs into the top of his sweats and tugged them down his hips. When his uncut cock sprang free, I swallowed hard, my pulse quickening. Blood raced through my veins, hot and electric.
“Do you want to taste it?”
His question sent a flood of warmth to my cheeks. But gods, how I wanted to taste him. I met his hungry gaze and nodded once. A light dusting of dark hair led to his cock, and I pressed my face against it, breathing in his scent.
Daman’s fingers wound through the short strands of my hair. He was patient, letting me explore his body on my own terms.
Taking his cock in my hand, I gently pulled back his foreskin and sucked his tip into my mouth. He rewarded me with a groan that had one building in my throat in response. The musky, earthy taste of him was intoxicating. I sucked his cock for a minute or so before he pulled from my mouth.
“Time to prep me,” he said, reaching for the bowl on the bedside table and grabbing the lubricant.
“Prep you?”
“For your huge-ass dick, Warrin.” He laughed a little. “Fuck. Your blush is too adorable.”
Every thought left my brain as Daman tugged his pants the rest of the way off and knelt on the bed, chest on the mattress and ass in the air. I glided a hand along his spine before stopping at his tailbone and admiring the perfectly round globes of his backside. My cock twitched at the sight.
“Need me to tell you what to do?” he asked. “I can do it myself if you want.”
“No, I want to.”
My hands shook again as I grabbed the bottle of lubricant and squirted some into my palm. Moving behind him, I smoothed the pad of my finger across his opening and circled it, slicking it.
“Just one finger at first,” Daman said. “I’ll tell you when to add the second.”
I groaned when I pushed a finger in knuckle-deep and felt the cushioned heat of him. How would that feel on my cock? I ached at the thought. With his instruction, I helped relax his muscles, gaining more confidence as minutes ticked by.
“Lie on your back,” Daman panted, turning to look at me.
Again, I obeyed. My breaths quickened as he straddled my waist. Our erections slid together as he rolled his hips and wrapped his hand around us both. The silky texture of his cock against mine nearly undid me right there.
“Not yet,” he said, stopping the movement of his hand. My cock slapped my lower abdomen, precum dripping from the tip. He smiled down at me. “I have a feeling you won’t last long, but I don’t even care. I love how much you want me.”
The lid of the lubricant creaked as he popped it open and slicked my cock. I forced myself to take long, deep breaths. I didn’t want my first time to be over so quickly.
“I can’t promise I’ll go slow.” Daman slid his hand up my chest. “Because I want you too.”
And then he took me inside him.
Pleasure like I’d never known could exist consumed me. The heat of him exploding around my cock took the breath from my lungs. I stared up at him, my body, my soul, on fire. That fire intensified when he took me deeper.
Our gazes locked then, and although I was more vulnerable, more exposed, than I’d ever been in my entire life, I also felt so free.
He had made me fly.
Chapter Seven
Daman
I’d expected Warrin to shoot his load the moment he penetrated me. But he hung on like a champ, his jaw clenching and his fingertips digging into the sides of my thighs as I rode him.
Probably that warrior determination and the years of discipline.
His thick cock filled me completely, and I was more aroused and desperate to orgasm than I’d been in a long time. If ever. There was just something incredibly hot about seeing stone-faced, emotionless Warrin release the hold on his control and surrender to me.
Well, almost. He was holding back a little.
