Page 61 of For Your Heart
The throbbing in my dick isn’t just from the pain of not getting release anymore. It’s from the way I keep yanking on it. It hurts. I don’t hate the hurt. I don’t hate it at all.
Damon’s hands plant themselves on the bed right over my shoulders. He gives a few gentle thrusts as he works his way in and out, making my body adjust to him. Then he’s fucking into me with purpose.
Everything inside me wants to move. Wants to get away from the harsh pleasure that overwhelms me. My mind is spinning a thousand miles an hour with the way he makes me feel. How he hits every bit of pleasure in my body. Every little point. Every nerve ending, setting it on fire.
With every hard thrust, my head snaps, tugging on my cock. I’m so breathless, my body held tightly in the position it’s in no matter how much my muscles strain against the restraints, that I can’t see straight. It’s not even from the tears in my eyes.
I’m begging. But I’m not begging for release. I can hear my words as if I’m watching it from the outside. Fuck, I want to see what we look like. Those words get mixed into my begging, too.
“Don’t stop, Damon. Please don’t ever stop. It feels so good. I want to see what this looks like. How you have me tied up and fuck me so good. It’s so good. You make me feel so good. Please, please don’t stop.”
He doesn’t stop. Neither does my begging. I’m blathering. A complete and totally wrecked mess. But Damon is like that damn bunny. He just keeps going and going.
“You’ve got such a perfect ass,” he growls in my ear. “So fucking good, Sage. My sweet Najee. You going to come for me?”
I whine like a dog in heat. Now that he’s mentioned my orgasm, I want it. I start begging for that instead.
His body weight comes down on me, making my legs spread painfully wide. The new sensation only adds to the pleasure. The painful pleasure that makes me tremble. He tangles his hand in my hair and pushes my chin to my chest, relieving all the pressure and pull I’ve been putting on my cock.
I only get a second of relief though because the next thing I know, he’s moved the vibrator to my dick. I cry out, almost screaming, as tears streak down my face. So good. Too good. It hurts too good.
“That’s it, Sage,” Damon says. “Fuck, I love when you’re like this. Look at you. My big guy bent in half as I tear into his ass. You like this, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I scream. “Keep fucking me. I need to come.”
“Then come, baby. My sweet, sensitive, funny boy. Fucking come for me.”
“Yes,” I cry out, warmth spreading through my body at his words. “Please. Don’t stop. Don’t. Stop. Fucking.” My words die as my orgasm takes my breath. Every muscle in my body convulses and then stiffens as it overtakes me.
I can’t make a sound. My breath is lodged in my throat as the waves of my orgasm wash over me time and time again. Maybe because he doesn’t stop fucking me. His perfect dick slams into my prostate over and over. His words, sweet and dirty, continue to fill my head as he talks in my ear. The vibrator at my dick, that’s wrapped securely in a cocoon, continues to fill me with obscene amounts of pleasure.
It’s too much because I miss the end of my orgasm. I miss Damon’s. I miss the cleanup and when he unties me.
When I open my eyes after what I thought was just a minute, Damon has me wrapped in his body as he hums quietly to me, his fingers carding through my hair. I almost cry because it feels so good. Like he wants me. Like I mean something to him.
Like this isn’t just sex.
I bite my lip so I don’t ruin the moment with questions I’m far too terrified of the answers to ask. Wrapping my arms around him, I press my face to his chest.
“Feeling better?” he asks.
I nod. “Yes. Thanks for taking care of me.”
He chuckles. “I’m not going to pretend it was a hardship. You’ve got a perfect ass. A perfect, massive dick.” Damon sighs, his gentle fingers not moving at all. “You’re pretty perfect, Najee.”
This isn’t just sex anymore. Not to me. I squeeze my eyes shut and pray to every god I don’t believe in that it’s more to him too.
Twenty
SAGE
I peekin at Sparrow and grin at the sleeping baby. Jordan is pushing the stroller with one hand and his other is wrapped around River, keeping them close. It’s no wonder my heart pangs every time I’m around them. Their love is palpable. I’m not at all envious.
Over the last week, I’ve been trying to tame my mind and my heart and every other thing in me so I’m not so completely focused on Damon. That means spending time with the only other people who like me the way I am.
They don’t seem to mind, though I try not to hang around too much. While they’re not newlyweds or anything, they do have a newborn. They’ve started their family.
“Have you finally let your sister come over?” I ask River.
