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He nibbled my lip before pushing his tongue in my mouth, dominating me every which way. All I could do was let him have me, let him claim me however he wanted. With one hand around my neck and the other on my hip, I was burning up, a slave to the desire inside.
It didn’t take long at all to feel a bulge in his pants, and since he was busy ravaging my mouth, I decided to go for it. He wasn’t wearing a belt, so it was easy for me to undo the button on his jeans and unzip him so that I could slide a hand down between us. I gripped him through his boxers, and this time, it was Damian who moaned into the kiss.
“Fuck me,” he whispered into the kiss, his upper half shuddering when I stroked him. “You drive me crazy, you know that? Fucking crazy.”
Without another word, he pulled my hand out of his pants and forced me to lay back on the desk. He worked on my pants first, yanking them and the panties underneath off in one fluid motion. After tossing them aside, he retook his position between my legs, licking his lips and spreading my knees wide. I was so far back on the desk, the desk held my weight while he lowered himself to his knees.
Damian didn’t hesitate. He buried his face between my thighs, his mouth on overtime as he began to eat me out. He sucked my clit, flicked it with his tongue, and then dipped lower to push that tongue inside of me. He knew exactly what he was doing, how far to push me, driving me to the brink of an orgasm almost instantly.
My hips moved, my thighs clamping around his head as my lower half ground on his face. My eyes had closed, my lungs heaving for breath. No sane thought was in my head. All I could think, all I could feel, was the man between my legs, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
It didn’t even matter that the door was open. It didn’t matter that Cade or Zander or even Gianna could walk by. Nothing mattered right now. I was too lost in Damian and what he was doing to me.
My fingers clenched. My swollen clit ached from the attention. An invisible pressure built within my lower half, growing and growing until I couldn’t fight it anymore. The orgasm exploded inside, my body spasming uncontrollably as the tension released all at once. It surged through me, a tidal wave of heat and pleasure, and I was forced to cry out, to voice how amazing it felt with incomprehensible sighs.
God. Damian really knew how to work me. That, or I’d been ready for him.
Damian stood, slow to pull himself away from my apex. I cracked open my eyelids to see him licking his lips, as if he’d just devoured the most delicious meal.
He leaned over me, whispered, “You taste fucking amazing, baby girl,” and then he yanked up my shirt. Past my bra, to my neck, where my now two necklaces were. He hooked my bra with his thumb and pushed that up too, exposing my tits.
His hands pawed my chest, his thumbs rubbing my pointed nipples, and I moaned, unable to help it. “That’s it,” he murmured. “Tell me how good it feels. Be loud. Let the others know it’s my turn with you now, Giselle.”
Damian’s cock was out within seconds after he’d pulled his hands from my tits. He positioned me how he wanted me at the edge of the desk, and then, without another word, he pushed that cock inside of me.
I cried out again, arching my back as he filled me up with one thrust. He had girth, I’d give him that. It was almost uncomfortable, and yet it still felt so good. Like I was on cloud nine, still riding the high of the orgasm.
Cock deep inside me, Damian leaned over me and smirked. “Tell me what you want me to do, baby girl.” His length twitched in me, as if waiting to hear me say it.
“Fuck me,” I whispered. “Fuck me hard, Atlas.” I smiled when I used his title, his legendary name. Couldn’t help it.
“As you wish,” he replied, withdrawing his cock before ramming it back in.
That was only the beginning. He did as I’d asked: he fucked me hard. Long and hard. He drove his cock into me like it was his only purpose in life, as if everything had led up to this moment. He rocked his hips and held onto my thighs, going at me so hard the desk below scraped against the floor.
I saw stars. I legitimately saw stars in my vision with how hard he went at me. My tits swayed with every thrust of his hips, and I was anything but quiet. He wanted me to be loud? To alert the others of what was happening? I could do that.
Damian shuddered as he lurched forward, balls-deep in me. “You feel so fucking good, baby girl. I never want to stop. I want this pussy wrapped around my dick at all times.”
Right now, that’s what I wanted too, which was crazy, because not too long ago I hated the thought of anyone touching me. Now… when it came to my men, at least, I couldn’t get enough. But, I guess, that’s how it was supposed to be. That’s how life was meant to be lived.
I had no idea how long Damian fucked me before his movements turned erratic, before his thrusting became uneven and frantic. He pushed his cock deep into me, his eyelids slamming shut as a low moan came from his throat. A warmth bloomed inside my core, the key sign that he’d erupted within me.
Damian lumbered back, pulling his cock out of me. I was barely able to see the slickness of his thick length before he took me and rolled me around so that I was now stomach-down on the desk, my ass in the air, feet helping to prop my backside up. My bare tits against the desk wasn’t the best feeling, but with how sensitive they were, any sensation against them only drove me mad.
Damian must’ve been waiting to see his cum ooze out of me, because he didn’t immediately go to fill me. He waited, and then, when he saw what he wanted to see, he positioned himself behind me, ran a hand over the curve of my ass, and murmured, “You are fucking gorgeous.”
He slammed into me again after that, and I groaned with the addition of his thick length inside me. It wasn’t uncomfortable at all now; my core had gotten used to the addition of his cock, so now it was all pleasure, heightened and desperate.
I held onto nothing in particular as Damian fucked me. His hips pounded into me, his cock spearing me from behind, and with each thrust I let Damian know how good it felt. My senses were alight, that familiar pressure building within me again, a telltale sign of how effortless it was to lose myself to this particular brand of fucking.
Or maybe it was simply because it was Damian, and I’d waited forever for this moment.
Almost as soon as the pressure built, it surged throughout me, tiny jolts of electricity zapping through my muscles and making my body spasm beneath his. The moan that left me then put all others to shame, my chest heaving against the desk as Damian railed me from behind, pushing and pushing until the pleasure was all I could feel. This orgasm took hold of me like a hand to the neck, squeezed it just so, and refused to let go, much like Damian himself.
Damian’s hands held onto my hips as he kept up his unrelenting pace. He fucked me like an animal, like he himself had been waiting for this moment, to forever mark me as his. He took me, unraveled me, and then made me beg for more.
By the time he came again, his body fell on top of mine. His chest leaned against my back, and he nuzzled into my hair. “One day soon, I want to be locked in a room with you and the others,” he murmured as he breathed me in, his cock twitching inside my core, still nestled in me. “I want to watch them take you, one by one. I want to watch them fill your body with cum, for you to cry out for them…”
