Chapter 4: Sleeping with my Cousin's Husband pt 4  

Damien’s hands caught her face first, rough palms on her cheeks, then his mouth slammed onto hers. The kiss was hungry, teeth clacking, tongues pushing deep. Chloe moaned into him right away. Her arms wrapped around his neck, fingers digging into his shoulders.

He walked her backward without breaking the kiss. Her calves hit the edge of the couch. She stumbled, but he caught her waist and lowered her down until her back hit the cushions. He followed, knee between her thighs, pinning her with his body.

His hands were everywhere, sliding up under the nightgown, gripping her breasts, thumbs brushing over hard nipples. He pinched them, rolled them, tugged until she arched off the couch with a sharp cry. His mouth moved to her neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks. Chloe’s hips bucked up, searching for friction.

“Damien…” Her voice cracked.

He pulled the nightgown over her head in one rough yank. It landed somewhere behind the couch. Her panties followed, ripped down her legs, and tossed aside. Cool air hit her wet pussy, and she shivered.

Damien pushed her thighs wide. He dropped to his knees on the floor in front of the couch. His mouth found her clit immediately, hot tongue flattening against it, licking slow then fast. Chloe’s hands flew to his hair, gripping tight. He sucked her clit between his lips, flicking the tip with his tongue while two fingers pushed inside her.

She was soaked. The wet sounds filled the room as his fingers pumped in and out, tongue lapping at her swollen nub. He curled his fingers, hitting that spot inside that made her thighs shake.

Chloe’s back bowed. “Oh fuck, Damien right there…”

He didn’t slow down. He added a third finger, stretching her. His tongue worked faster, circling her clit in tight, relentless strokes. Pleasure built sharp and fast, and her legs trembled, her breath came in short gasps.

“Damien, gonna come, fuck…”

He sucked harder, thrusting his fingers deeper.

Chloe screamed his name. Her pussy clamped down on his fingers, and wetness gushed over his hand, soaking the couch cushion beneath her. Her whole body jerked, then she collapsed back, panting, chest heaving.

Damien pulled his mouth away. His chin glistened with her come. He stood, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and looked down at her, eyes dark, hungry.

Chloe sat up on shaky arms. She reached for his sweatpants, tugged the waistband down. His cock sprang free, heavy, thick, veins standing out, head already leaking pre-come. She wrapped her hand around the base and leaned forward.

Her tongue flicked over the slit first, tasting salt. Then she took him into her mouth. slow at first, lips stretching around the head. She sucked, hollowing her cheeks, tongue swirling under the ridge. Damien groaned low in his throat, his hand tangled in her hair, guiding her deeper.

She bobbed her head, taking more each time. Saliva dripped down his shaft. She used her hand to stroke what her mouth couldn’t reach. His hips rocked forward gently, fucking her mouth in shallow thrusts.

“Fuck, good girl, suck it just like that.” He muttered.

Chloe moaned around him. The vibration made him hiss as she took him deeper, until the head hit the back of her throat, then pulled back, gasping, strings of spit connecting her lips to his cock.

Damien yanked her up by the arms. “When I come, it’s going inside your pussy, not your mouth,” he said, voice rough.

He pushed her back down onto the couch. She spread her legs wide without being told. He knelt between them, gripped his cock, and rubbed the head through her slick folds. He teased her clit with it in slow circles, dragging the slit over her sensitive nub. Chloe whimpered. Her hips jerked up every time he passed over her clit.

“Please,” she begged. “Damien, please fuck me.”

He pressed just the head inside, barely an inch, then pulled out. Did it again, and again, edging her until tears pricked her eyes.

“Say it,” he ordered. “Tell me what you are.”

“I’m your slut,” she gasped. “I’m your dirty little slut please fuck me.”

He slammed in.

One hard thrust buried him to the hilt. Chloe cried out, half pain, half pleasure. He was thick, stretching her wide. Her walls fluttered around him. He didn’t give her time to adjust. He pulled back and drove in again, deep, brutal strokes that rocked her body.

Her legs wrapped around his waist, nails raked down his back. The couch creaked under them. Skin slapped against skin, wet, loud, and every thrust hit deep, making her gasp.

“Harder,” she panted. “Fuck me harder than you fucked her.”

Damien growled. He pulled out and flipped her over fast. She landed on her knees, ass up, face pressed to the cushion. He gripped her hips and thrust back in from behind. The new angle let him go deeper. The head of his cock dragged over that spot inside her with every stroke.

Chloe moaned loudly, raw, broken sounds. Pressure built low in her belly, different, fuller. It felt like she needed to pee, but better.

He fucked her faster. One hand reached around, found her clit, and rubbed in hard circles.

The pressure snapped.

She squirted hard, a clear fluid gushed around his cock, soaking his thighs, the couch, dripping to the floor. Her body shook violently. “Damien fuck oh god.”

He didn’t stop. His fingers kept working her clit fast, firm, and another orgasm crashed through her right after. Her pussy clenched tight around him as she screamed into the cushion.

Tears streamed down her face, not from pain, from too much pleasure. She was shaking, overwhelmed.

“Harder,” she sobbed. “Please, harder.”

Damien let go of control. He fucked her without holding back, deep, punishing thrusts that made her whole body jolt forward. The couch slid an inch across the floor, and her moans turned into continuous whimpers.

“I can’t … can’t take it…” she gasped.

“You can,” he said through gritted teeth. “You will.”

He slammed in one more time hard and held deep. His fingers pinched her clit.

Another orgasm tore through her. Her pussy squeezed him so tight it hurt. She convulsed, legs shaking, back arching, tears falling. Wave after wave hit her. She felt like she was breaking apart.

Damien groaned low. His cock pulsed. Hot come flooded inside her thick spurts that kept coming. The sensation triggered another small climax. She milked him dry, walls fluttering around him until he was spent.

They collapsed together, his weight on her back, both breathing hard. Sweat slicked their skin, the room smelled of sex, musky, salty, wet.

Chloe turned her head, cheek against the damp cushion. “That… that was the best fuck I’ve ever had. In my entire life.”

Damien brushed damp strands of hair from her face. His lips pressed softly against her temple, then her mouth. “It won’t be the last,” he murmured.

She smiled, tired, satisfied, already aching for more.