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The moment his lips closed over my nipple, I cried out, a shameful needy sound meshed with his low, guttural groans as he sucked and teased until I was grinding myself against the hard cock behind his zipper.
“I have to taste you first,” he said against my breast and I knew what he wanted. I slid from his lap and shimmied from my jeans, lying against the bench seat, my legs falling open in invitation.
The fire in Damon’s eyes scorched in the most tantalizing way, burning away any hope of refusing him.
Damon propped one leg over the top of the bench seat and the other on the floor as he buried his face between my folds, going deep into my musky center.
I wanted him between my thighs.
I wanted to feel his tongue tasting the very essence of me.
God, I wanted Damon so badly I was shaking with it.
His finger followed, probing as his tongue teased. I writhed, my nipples pebbled and cries slipped from my trembling lips as he drove me to that edge over and over.
“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this,” he admitted, his voice a husky growl that sent ripples of painfully sweet awareness tripping through my body. “You smell like heaven, baby girl.”
I squeezed my eyes shut as my breath hitched in my chest, my thighs quivering.
I threaded my fingers through his thick hair, pulling spastically as my hips rose greedily.
“D-damon!” I cried, crashing as he sucked and worked my clitoris, that finger crooked inside me, pressing and rubbing against my G-spot unerringly. “Ohh, God….”
I couldn’t escape the crashing pleasure barreling down my nerve endings. I couldn’t stop the keening wail that escaped my lips as I came hard enough to knock me senseless for a long, pulsing moment.
Pleasure so sweet, it was almost painful, rocked my body. Sweat glistened on my skin from the steam between us, the heat chasing the cold.
Damon would be my first.
I would lose my virginity on the bench seat of a beat-up Ford to a man I’d only met by chance.
And I didn’t care.
God, I didn’t fucking care.
I consented with my moans, my hands desperate as I worked to free his cock from his pants.
I needed to feel him inside me.
I wanted Damon to be the one to break me apart.
Raw emotion clogged my throat as my hand curled around his warm length.
Silk and steel.
The perfect contradiction.
Time lost meaning.
The urgency of his touch blotted out all awareness of anything but our bodies yearning to join.
Normal, bizarre — whatever was happening, it simply was.
“I have to have you, Charlie,” his strained tone more arousing than anything I’d ever known. “My cock will split you in half, baby. I’m sorry if it hurts but I have to.”
I wasn’t a child.
My body was ready to accept whatever Damon had to offer.
I was slick with my own juices.
The scent of my own musk on his lips was a heady concoction of lust and desire.
God help me, I wanted to lick it from his mouth.
Damon guided his cock between my thighs, pushing between my wet folds.
I held my breath as he hovered above me, the sweat beading his brow belying the freezing temperatures outside.
“Jesus, Charlie,” he gritted out, his exclamation ending on a groan as he pushed hard and filled me completely. “Oh God…fuck me…”
I couldn’t breathe for a full moment. Damon filled me to the point of mindlessness.
I never imagined it could be like this.
I was suddenly a part of him.
An extension.
We were connected in mind and body through a link of pleasure.
I clutched at him, drawing him closer. “Fuck me, Damon,” I whispered. “Show me what I’ve been missing all these years…”
My plea set off a powder keg behind Damon’s eyes.
Rearing up, he placed one of my legs over his shoulder and drove into me. A pinch of pain caused me to cry out but I didn’t want him to stop.
I knew the pain would fade.
My body would adjust.
And I wanted Damon inside me so badly.
Feeling him move in and out…it was primal and dark.
And beautiful and terrible.
I felt as if I were relinquishing some part of me that I’d outgrown.
Damon’s huge body dwarfed my own but I felt safe beneath him.
I knew this man would slay dragons if they threatened me.
I felt it in the tremble of his hand when he caressed my jaw, the way his gaze quickened when he looked at me.
I didn’t want to question the why of it.
Not yet.
Plenty of questions would demand answers later.
For now…I just wanted to feel Damon all around me.
I would steal whatever pleasure from this moment that I could.
And I would feel no guilt.
Chapter 25
Damon
My brain couldn’t stop jabbering.
I was inside Charlie.
I’d taken her virginity.
My cock drove into her soft pussy over and over, obliterating that V-card so only a hazy memory would remain.
I was drunk on the knowledge that I was her first.
I’d never been caught up in the virgin game but with Charlie everything was different.
Colors seemed brighter, tastes and smells more powerful.
Her skin was like velvet.
The taste of her pussy was like heaven.
I could die smiling with her musk beneath my nose.
; “Charlie,” I murmured over and over, each drive deeper than the last.
Our hips kissed and smashed against one another with a frenetic rhythm.
I was nearly bending her small body in half to go as deep as my cock would let me.
She’d cried out once as I breached her folds but she was like a beast and wouldn’t let me stop.
Her fierce spirit called to mine.
Charlie was made of nails beneath that soft, womanly flesh and that was hotter than anything I’d ever known.
I found her swollen clit and pinched it, knowing it would drive her crazy.
I swallowed her cries greedily and she clung to me with just as much fervor.
I fucked her hard and well.
My climax threatened to explode quick and violent. I tried to slow down, pull back but the greedy little woman wouldn’t hear of it.
“More,” she demanded breathlessly, refusing to let me stop. “I need to feel you inside me.”
I shuddered at the words, my thoughts melding into gibberish.
The pursuit of pleasure was in charge now.
My cock was steering the ship.
Her sweet, tight pussy was hot, wet and deep.
Her pussy swallowed my cock like a seasoned whore, making a mockery of her virginity.
I swelled with pride.
A wet pussy was a ready pussy.
And I’d readied that sweet cove pretty damn good.
And now my little red-haired fox was greedy for more.
I would happily give it to her.
My balls tightened and a groan followed as my body took control.
My thrusts became more erratic, reckless — intent on the final moment of explosion.
Pull out, Damon, I told myself, my hips working hard. Pull out!
But I didn’t.
I couldn’t bring myself to withdraw.
I wanted to fill her with my seed.
I wanted Charlie dripping with my semen.
“I’m sorry,” I gasped as I came like thunder rattling the sky, jet after jet filling my sweet Charlie with everything I was made of. Extreme pleasure blotted out my senses as I thrust like a robot on auto-pilot, mindless yet focused on a single thing.
“Yessss,” I cried from between clenched teeth, each spurt marking my territory in some primitive way that spoke to the beast in me. “Fuck yesssss!”
