Page 83 of Broken Pieces
He nods and goes to the room to retrieve the condoms and comes back. “Were you anticipating lots and lots of sexual encounters in the future?” he asks, raising an eyebrow and pointing at the huge box of condoms.
“Sophia gave them to me for my birthday. Said I needed to,” I use air quotation marks, “let loose.”
He nods knowingly with a laugh. Already knowing how Sophia is. “Say less.”
“Now shut up and fuck me, yeah?”
He closes the distance, grabbing me by the neck and squeezing it softly. “Feeling like a brat, are we?”
“Maybe just a bit,” I say, licking my lips and placing my hand on top of his, squeezing a little tighter.
Damian makes me act so differently, so bold. I would let this man do anything to me, because I know I’ll always be safe around him.
With an appreciative groan, he rolls on the condom quickly and fills me to the hilt, my eyes rolling at the delicious sensation. His cock is a perfect fit, and I embrace the fullness of it. Enjoying every single inch.
He starts moving with a punishing, teasing pace that drives me to the brink of insanity. My nails find his shoulderblades, gripping with force to keep from moaning his name and begging him to fuck me harder.
“I know you want to scream my name, Darling, so let’s hear it. I want to hear every sound that comes out of you as I fuck this tight pussy of yours.” He hisses as he starts picking up the pace. It’s like he knows what I need and exactly when I need it.
“Yes, Damian.” I nod breathlessly, moaning his name over and over, giving in to the need. I can’t think clearly when he fucks me like this, much less come up with any witty comebacks, because all I can focus on is the feeling of his throbbing cock inside of me, and all the delicious sensations that come with it.
That wins me a grunt of approval, then he suddenly slides out of me, takes me off the counter, and spins me around, bending me over. Without giving me a moment to catch up, he slides right back inside of me in one swift motion, leaving me breathless and gasping for air.
“Is this okay?” he asks breathlessly without moving an inch, ever the gentleman, always making sure I’m okay.
“Yes,” I moan. “More than okay.”
He starts to move slowly, and I desperately meet him halfway, thrust after thrust. He loves to taunt me, that much I’ve learned. His cock is filling me in ways I didn’t think possible, but the movement is not enough, so I start moving faster,desperateto feel more.
“I wish you could see right now how good your pussy is taking my cock from behind,” he says through a deep growl. “So wet.” Thrust. “Tight.” Thrust. “And fucking perfect.” Thrust.
I have no response to his dirty words, the only thing that comes out of my lips are moans after moans, but I can feel how the heat at the bottom of my belly is brewing, and how my pussy clenches around him every time he talks to me like that.
Damian fists my hair, and the feel of his strong hand and the tug makes me clench again. Who knew I liked being treated like this? I sure didn’t. He brings me closer to him, pressing my back against his muscled chest.
His mouth is pressed against the side of my neck, the warm breath making me prickle with goosebumps. “You’re such a good little slut, letting me fuck you like this in your kitchen.”
“That mouth of yours, Damian. I fucking swear it’s going to be the death of me,” I say in between moans.
A dark chuckle escapes his lips. “Yes, Darling. I know you love it when I talk to you like the slut you are. Your pussy clenches and tries to milk my cock every time I do.”
As if on cue, my pussy clenches, making me feel his cock even more.
“Oh,fuck,” Damian says in between grunts as he starts to pick up the pace and finally gives me what I sodesperately want.
He’s fucking me relentlessly. There’s nothing sweet or cute about this moment. I’m being thoroughly fucked right now, and I love every second of it. Because I know, when the heat of the moment passes, he’ll go back to being the sweet guy he’s always been.
I meet every punishing thrust of his, our groans and slapping skin filling up the room. His moans are so throaty and primal, I could come just by listening to them. His cock starts to hit that delicious spot, and my orgasm builds more rapidly than I anticipated.
“I’m coming,” I say through a whimper.
With his unoccupied hand, he reaches my clit and starts touching the sensitive flesh in circles. “That’s it,” he hisses in my ear. “Come for me, Darling. Milk my fucking cock and make a mess. And don’t stop moaning my name until you’re done coming.”
I nod and close my eyes, enjoying the tingling sensation that’s overtaking my body as I moan his name over, and over, and over again. As my body tenses, Damian pinches my clit softly and that just sends me over the edge. My orgasm erupts, and my legs shake as I let out a moaned cry, doing my best to ride the explosive orgasm. He lets go of my hair as he thrusts a few more times, his body tensing as he follows his own release. Once we both come down our high, our bodies start to relax and he kisses the side of my head as he slips out of me.
Damian discards the condom, then takes a hot towel, gets on his knees, and cleans me, the sight of him making my heart quiver. It’s the simple things that have made me fall in love with him. After he’s done cleaning me, he goes to my bedroom and comes back with his sweater, lifting my hands and putting it on me.
“There you go. You look so much better now.”
