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CHAPTER THREE

BLUE

The stretch of him inside me was like a slow, burning punishment.

“Fuck kk yesss!” I screamed out loud as my nails dug into his shoulders. His thick cock filled me inch by inch, his green eyes locked onto mine like he'd punish me if I blinked.

Damien didn't close his eyes of gasped, he only groaned and watched me.

“You love this cock don't you!?”

I gripped onto his shoulders tighter. “Ouh… yes!”

His fingers dug into my ass, his waist moving effortlessly. He hit the spot again.

“Fucking right there daddy.”

He smiled. “What's your name?”

I bit down on my lips. “Blue.”

He paused for half a second and rammed in faster and harder.

“Oh yes!!”

“Your real name, you naughty slut.”

My stomach was beginning to tighten, and I could barely keep my eyes open. The sound of his cock thrusting into my wet pussy was the wettest sound I've ever had. It was slipping in with so much ease and yet still filling me up.

“Simone.”

“Hmm,” he groaned in my ears, slapping my ass.

“Ouuu. Jesus!”

“Such a nice name for a naughty little girl…” he pulled out, and I whined from the loss of contact. But he turned me over, making me kneel on the couch with my ass facing him before sliding right back in.

"Fuck," I breathed.

“Simone I need you to call be daddy, is that clear?” He asked, slapping my ass as he thrusted in and out of me.

“Yes, daddy.”

He gripped my waist tighter, fucking me faster. “Yes daddy! Fuck I'm so close!”

"Not yet," he said with a low and steady voice. "You wanted me to pay? I'm collecting interest."

He pulled out almost all the way, allowing the tip rest inside me as my wetness clung to him. I could feel my own pulse around nothing and I just wanted him buried inside me again.

Then he snapped his hips forward.

I screamed, feeling his thickness split me open. I hunched my back momentarily, almost hitting my head against the wall before arcing my back well enough for my ass to push into him again.

"There she is," he murmured, his thumb pressing into my hip. "There's the slut who squirts on her own glass for a stranger."

I wanted to say something in response, but he pulled out and drove into me again, and all that came out was a broken moan.

He changed his pace and this new pace was pure torture. He was slow going in, then fast while pulling out. Then a pause with just the head inside, letting me feel every throbbing vein.

I pulled away from him to take a break.

"What? You can't stand a little hard fuck?"

"You wish," I managed, my pussy getting more wet from his standing hard cock.

"You need to be punished. Come here."

I didn't move fast enough, so he grabbed my waist, spun me on the table, and yanked my hips to the edge. My hands slapped against the wall as my bare ass pressed against his still clothed thighs.

"Hands flat," he ordered. "Don't move them."

I heard his belt buckle clink again as he kicked his pants down further. Then the hot, blunt head of his cock pressed against my soaked entrance from behind.

"Please," I whispered, my pussy dripping down my thighs.

"Please what?"

"Please fuck me, daddy."

He pushed inside in one stroke and my forehead hit the wall. He was deeper like this, angled differently and hitting that spot that made my vision blur and my toes curl inside my heels.

"You feel that?" He asked, staying buried inside me as his chest pressed against my back. He placed mouth at my ear. "That's me splitting you open and claiming every inch of this pretty pussy."

"Move… fuck me,” I begged.

"Not. I want you to tell me something first."

His hand snaked around my hip and his fingers found my clit, rubbing slow circles.

“Anything.”

“Have you ever been fucked this good?” He asked, skipping out of me and ramming right back in.

“Uhhh… no.”

Chuckling darkly, he grabbed my hips and pounded into me with a rhythm that made the table legs scrape against the floor. The slap of his skin against my ass echoed off the velvet curtains. I was so wet I could hear myself.

"You're taking it so good," he grunted, his grip bruising. "Look at you… all that attitude at my door, and now you're dripping down my cock."

This feels so fucking good!

He pulled out and spun me again and this time he lifted me off the table entirely. My legs wrapped around his waist as he carried me to the leather couch. Then he dropped me on my back and climbed over me, never pulling out.

"Eyes," he reminded me.

I looked up at him, sweat beaded on his forehead.

"Ride me," he commanded as he flipped us over.

Straddling him, I sank down until I couldn't tell where I ended and he began.

"Fucking yes," he hissed, grabbing my hips and guiding my movements. "Just like that. Show me how much you want it."

I bounced on his cock, rolling ny hips and grinding my clit against his pelvis with every down stroke. His hands slid up my body, cupping my breasts through the pasties, then tearing them off.

"Better," he said, thumbing my nipples and pressing hard.

I rode him harder and faster. “Ride that dick like the naughty, little, hungry slut you are.”

I went harder, pressing my palm against his chest and riding his cock like my life depended on it.

"I'm close," I warned.

"No." He sat up, wrapped his arms around me, and flipped me onto my stomach on the couch. "Not yet."

He entered me from behind again, but this time he reached under and pressed three fingers against my clit while he fucked me slow and deep.

"I want you to cum when I say," he whispered, his lips against my spine. "Not before."

"Damien… please."

"Can you do that for me, Simone?"

I nodded as tears of frustration and pleasure burned my eyes.

He fucked me through every position. On my side, one leg hooked over his shoulder. Bent over the arm of the couch. Standing, my back against his chest with his hand around my throat. And finally:

"Now," he said softly. "Cum for me."

He pulled out of me, flipped me onto my back, and drove into me three times.

The fourth stroke broke me.

“Oh yesss!” I can't as my whole body convulsed, my pussy clamping around him like a fist. He groaned, buried himself to the hilt, and spilled inside me with a shudder that lasted ten full seconds.

We were still trying to catch our breaths when we heard the click of a camera.