Page 137 of Damián

The realization that Damián actually went to a store, thought of us, and bought this, hoping I would one day come to his place so we could be together, makes my chest ache in the absolute best way possible.

I feel so incredibly wanted and so completely desired by this man.

Damián lies back down on the mattress beside me and kisses me, deeper this time. He slides his tongue into my mouth, moving in a slow, rhythmic way that makes me see stars. His hands map my body…They are calloused, warm, and feel incredible as they slide down my abdomen, trailing lower until his fingers rest gently between my thighs.

“Open for me, nene,” he whispers against my lips.

I part my legs, a breathless sigh escaping me as Damián slowly slides a lubed finger inside.

“Aahh…” I moan at the intrusion.

Damián kisses me as he takes his time preparing me. He presses his fingers into me so slowly, stretching me with a tender, deliberate care that makes me want to sob. It feels incredibly vulnerable, but every time I start to tense, he is right there, kissing away my nerves and whispering how beautiful I am.

“Ready?” he asks, and I nod.

He shifts his weight, settling between my thighs, and grips my hips to steady me. His eyes lock onto mine as he slowly, very, very carefully, pushes inside.

A sharp pinch of pain flares, but it is instantly replaced by a deep, overwhelming fullness.

I am completely full, completely claimed, and for the first time in my entire life, I feel entirely safe.

“Are you okay?” Damián breathes as he starts to move.

“Yes,” I gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders.

“Does it hurt?”

“No, it feels good… move faster.”

But Damián keeps his rhythm agonizingly slow, gently pushing in and pulling out. It feels magnificent, but it’s also building a new itch inside me….A new type of hunger… like a desperate need for more.

“Damián!” I groan. “Faster.”

“It’s your first time, Ollie,” he refuses, his jaw tight with restraint. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Please, Dami…”

“Another time. Once you’re more used to me.”

I would love to say I act mature about this, remaining completely calm and understanding… but I don’t.

Frustration completely takes over me, so I reach up, grab both sides of his beautiful face, and yank him down so he has no choice but to see my glare.

“Listen to me, Damián. I have survived inside a trafficking ring for decades! And even though I am very, very happy that you are taking your time with me, I am not that damn delicate! So you better start fucking moving the way you really want to, because I swear to God, I want the same.”

Damián stares at me for a second before he bursts out laughing. He kisses me.

“You’d better hold on, then,” he grins. “Because you asked for it.”

He pulls back, rises onto his knees, and grabs my hips, dragging my body toward him until my legs are stretched wide on either side of his waist. He lifts my hips completely off the mattress and thrusts forward, burying himself inside me in one hard thrust.

“Ah…” I moan, and my lower back arches completely off the bed.

The careful gentleness Damián had is gone and replaced by an intense pace that absolutely consumes me. He pounds into me, hitting a deep, aching spot that makes my vision go white.

“More…”

Before I can even catch my breath, his hands clamp around my waist, and he flips me over. I get on my hands and knees, my chest heaving, as he immediately aligns himself and takes me from behind. Every thrust drives me forward into the sheets, his hands tight around my hips, holding me in place as he wrecks me.