Damien...ahhhhhhh

“shhh....," he interrupted me. "I know what you need."

He lifted me easily, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He carried me to the couch, laying me down on the cushions. His body covered mine, pressing me into the soft fabric.

He stripped off his shirt. I reached for his belt, fumbling with the buckle. He laughed,a low, dark sound and helped me. His pants fell away. His boxers followed.

And then I saw him.

His cock was thick and long, jutting out from a thatch of dark hair, the tip already glistening. My clit twitched at the sight of him, throbbing with need. I'd imagined this,hated myself for imagining it but the reality was so much more.

"Holy shit," I breathed.

His eyes found mine. There was a glint of something dangerous in them. Amusement. Or maybe hunger.

"Surprised?" he asked.

I was too turned on to answer.

He laughed again, and the sound sent a thrill through me.

He settled over me, his body covering mine. I felt his cock brush against my thigh, hot and hard, and I bucked my hips, wanting more.

"Not yet," he said, his voice a dark command.

He kissed my mouth slowly and it drove me insane then my neck till he reached my breasts. His tongue traced my nipple, and I cried out, arching into him. His hand found my other breast, circling it gently, electricity shot straight to my clit.

"Please," I begged. "Damien,ahhh"

His mouth moved lower, trailing kisses down my stomach. My breath hitched. His tongue traced the edge of my lace panties, and I nearly came undone.

"Damien!."

He pulled the lace aside with his teeth. His tongue found my clit, and I screamed.

“Fuck…ahhh.”

He licked me slowly, deliberately, savoring every taste. His hands gripped my thighs, holding me open for him. I bucked against his face, desperate for more, and he gave it to me. His tongue circled my clit, licking , sucking it into his mouth. My hands fisted in his hair, pulling him closer.

"Don't stop," I gasped. “Please don't stop.”

He didn't. He kept going, relentless, until I was trembling on the edge. My orgasm built, wave after wave, threatening to crash over me.

"Come for me," he murmured against my skin. "I want to taste you."

I shattered. My body arched, my head thrown back, a cry of pure ecstasy tearing from my throat. He kept fucking my hole with his tongue, licking, sucking and his fingers in me at the same time. I was screaming insanely.

When I finally came down, he lifted his head. His chin was slick with me, his eyes dark and satisfied.

"That was.." I couldn't finish the sentence.

"Just the beginning," he said.

He positioned himself at my entrance. Just the tip. A tease. My body ached for him, my clit still throbbing with need.

"Please," I begged, my voice breaking. "Please, Damien. I need all of you. I need you inside me. Please!"

He pushed in. Just an inch. His breath hissed through his teeth.

"Fuck," he groaned. "You're so tight."

"More," I said, my nails digging into his back. "I need..all of you..please"

He kept pushing his in slowly, inch by thick inch, stretching my tight pussy open, filling me. I bite down hard on my lips to stop myself from screaming.

"Fuck," I gasped. "You're so.."

"Big?" He smirked down at me. "I know."

"Arrogant"

He silenced me with a kiss. Then he started to move.

He fucked me right there on the couch. Hard,deep. Each thrust sent me closer to the edge, wave after wave of pleasure building in my belly. His fingers found my clit, rubbing in time with his thrusts, driving me insane.

"Look at me," he commanded, his voice strained. "I want to see your face when you come."

I met his eyes. The look in them was fierce, possessive, wild.

"That's it," he said. "Give it to me. Come for me, Alina."

I shattered again. My body arched, my head thrown back, a scream of pure ecstasy tearing from my throat. He didn't stop, just kept thrusting, prolonging every last second of my orgasm.

When I finally came down, he pulled out. I whimpered at the loss.

"Not done with you yet," he said.

He carried me down the hallway, his mouth never leaving mine. I could feel his cock, still hard and swollen, pressing against my thigh. He laid me on the mattress. The sheets were cool against my overheated skin. He settled between my thighs, and I spread them wide.

"Again?" I asked, my voice a ragged whisper.

"Again," he said, his dark eyes locked on mine. "And again and again and again. Until you can't walk. Until you forget every name but mine."

He slid into me, and I cried out. He was even deeper like this, his angle hitting that perfect spot inside me. His thighs pressed against my hips, pushing his cock deeper, and I nearly came apart again.

"Yess.. right there..ahhhhh. Harder," I begged. "Don't stop. Don't ever stop."

He increased his pace. Each thrust brought me closer to the edge. His breath was hot against my ear, his voice a low growl.

"You feel that?" he asked. "You feel how deep I am? I'm going to fuck you until you can't think, until the only word you remember is my name."

"Damien, please" I gasped.

"Good girl."

He pushed me to the edge and held me there, his pace increased, until I couldn't take it anymore. I shattered around him, my body convulsing, my cries filling the room.

He didn't stop. He drove me through my orgasm and kept going, building toward his own release. I felt him swell inside me, felt the tension in his body.

"Come for me," I whispered. "Let me feel it. Please."

“Fuck..hmm.” I moaned.

He surged into me one last time, his body shuddering with release. I felt his warmth fill me, felt the pulse of his cock deep inside. He collapsed on top of me, breathing hard. His chest rose and fell against mine, his skin slick with sweat.

For a long moment, neither of us spoke. I was still trembling, still trying to remember how to breathe.

Then he pulled out. He rolled off me, lying beside me on the bed.

We both laid on the bed panting, trying to recover our breath.

The last thing I remembered was the sound of his breathing, slow and steady, before everything faded and I slept off.