The Den of Desires
While I was distracted, dazed by the kiss, I felt him shift, the thick head of his cock brushing my entrance again.
Then came the command, low and demanding:
“Spread your legs.”
I tried, thighs falling open wider but it wasn’t enough. Not for him.
He growled and gripped my legs, forcing them apart until I felt like I was being split open. My body burned with the stretch, the strain, the overwhelming vulnerability.
Damian shifted again, rising into a crouch, Spiderman-style straddling me from above like some primal beast ready to devour.
His hands anchored my thighs wide, pinning them down as he slammed into me from that new angle.
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