Chapter Three: Silent Nights (Claimed by my Bodyguard)

“Fuck me. Please,” I plead when he begins finger-fucking my pussy, reaching for his cock. But I can’t. And it’s killing me.

“Your pussy is so wet. Begging for me to take it. Do you really want to be fucked, hard?” I nod. He quickens his pace, and I almost scream.

I twist in the bed as I feel a fluid spilling from my pussy, squirting, a ripple of orgasm flooding through me.

He grabs my legs, placing them on his shoulders, and starts eating me out. He sucks my clit so well, takes all my juicy pussy into his mouth, his tongue in and out, pulling at my labia. The sounds he makes are more of a beast than human. He is insanely good.

When he finishes, he comes up to my face and kisses me, my juice smeared on his lips and face.

“Feel how good you taste,” he says, his tongue exploring my mouth. I tasted it. It’s not pleasant, but it gives me pleasure. He slides his fingers into my pussy again, then sucks on the same fingers. I watch him, feeling a dangerous thrill and emotion I dare not admit.

“Your creamy pussy tastes so good,” he says. Then I feel him above me. His cock. I didn’t even realize when he took off his boxers. Before I know it, he’s inside me, moving in and out. I gasp. His cock thick, stretching me.

“Your pussy is so tight. Gripping me so hard. Bad, bad pussy,” he murmurs, sliding fully into me. He slams his almost full length into me, his pace relentless, balls slapping my pussy, my boobs jiggling. “Sooo good,” he groans, slapping my breasts.

“Fuck me, daddy,” I whisper, like a slut. He stops immediately. Regret washes over me for saying it. But I don’t even know his name. “I don’t know your name. I–”

“Say those slutty words again,” he commands. I smile, knowing he likes it.

He fucks me deep, slowly, watching where we are joined together for this sinful act. It is obscene, seeing him like this.

“Don’t make me repeat myself,” he warns. I stay silent. And he deepens inside me, filling me until his balls press against my pussy. I gasp, feeling him in my stomach. It is almost painful.

“Daddy,” I whisper, touching my pussy and his cock as he slides in and out.

“Good girl,” he says, turning my back against him, pulling me up until I kneel. He removes my bra and bends me over. Then he fills me again from behind, grabbing both my breasts as he fucks me like an animal.

“I’m going to cum… I’m going to–” I say and I cum so hard, falling onto the bed, shaking from extreme orgasm, begging him to stop—but he doesn’t listen. He spreads my pussy wide by pinning my legs to the bed. I didn’t know I was that flexible.

“I can’t get enough of your fat, juicy pussy,” he groans, slamming into me. My pussy makes wet sounds as he drives in and out, hard, so hard that I scream and squirt all over him. He pulls out, and lick my pulsing pussy, then pushes his cock back in. He does this more than thrice, before fucking me so fast, so hard, grunting, destroying my pussy.

“Please, please, please,” I beg as he continues, wild, out of control, pulling my legs onto his shoulders, locking them with his arms as he fucks me nonstop. After several minutes of relentless fucking, I scream, and cum again.

He continues pounding me for a few more minutes before pulling out. “Fuckkkkkk,” he groans, holding his huge cock, pumping it as his semen lands on my stomach and face. Both of us pant, him mostly.

With my mouth wide open, I marvel at how such a huge cock could fit into me. It’s the biggest, sluttiest cock I’ve ever seen. And if I weren’t so weak, I would have taken him in my mouth, giving him the best head, just like he gave me. The tip is so pink, smooth and perfect. Too beautiful for a cock. I smile, satisfied that I have been utterly dickmatized by him.

I am still recovering when he begins eating me out again. He loves this pussy. I love that he takes such pleasure in giving me head. By the time he finishes, I felt limp and sleepy. He kisses my forehead, cleaning his semen from my face and stomach with a handkerchief that smells faintly of his cologne. He lies down beside me, stroking my cheek and hair softly, looking at me with puppy eyes and a dimpled smile. He is happy. I am happy.

The last thing I remember is him cuddling me, placing my head on his chest, and saying, “Damian. My name is Damian.”