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My mind was overloaded with all the intimate sensations. There was no sheath blocking the sensitivity of my dick. I could feel every single detail, absorb all her moisture, feel all the nerve endings fire off with explicit pleasure. Fucking a woman with a condom was the right thing to do, but fucking her without one was brave.
How would I survive this?
She moaned in my face. “That’s a lot better…” Her ass was right on my balls, and she tilted her hips to drag her clit against my hard body. We were combined together, so intimate that we were more than just lovers. She started to move up and down, her face pressed to mine as our bodies slid past each other.
It took me minutes to get used to it, to stop moaning and writhing and focus on what was happening. I’d never felt so weak in my life, paralyzed. I’d been beaten to within an inch of my life, but I was far more helpless now than I had been then.
It took me a while to snap out of the spell. My feet finally dug into the rug, and I thrust up with my hips, meeting her movements so she wasn’t doing all the work. The pace was slow because that was more than enough for the both of us. Our slick bodies moved past each other, practically frictionless. My hands gripped her ass, and I helped her rise and fall, showing her I was man enough to be allowed this privilege.
She spoke against my lips. “I can’t wait for you to come inside me, Damien…”
Jesus Fucking Christ.
18
Annabella
When Damien’s alarm went off the next morning, he barely opened his eyes before he moved on top of me and thrust himself in between my legs. The sheet was over his waist to stay warm, and he gave me lazy thrusts as he woke up to the sensation of being buried in my pussy.
My arms hooked over his shoulders, and I felt him rock me back and forth, my body relaxed because I hadn’t fully woken up yet. I was still full of him from the night before, a marathon of fucking that used every piece of furniture in his room. Now, we were at it again…like last night wasn’t enough.
It was easy for me to come because the full sensation of his dick was still new. It felt so right to feel the grooves of his dick press right up against me as he sank inside me over and over. My slickness cushioned his glide, and together we made the best sex ever.
He widened my legs with his arms and thrust into me harder, digging my ass into his mattress as he pounded me into the sheets. His head rested against mine, and he breathed hard and groaned with every thrust.
I gripped his arms as I came, my hips thrusting back as my body gave in to the pleasure. My head rolled back, and I moaned long and hard, experiencing so much goodness, I didn’t know what to do with all of it.
Watching me come set him off, and he filled me with his final pumps, moaning with every thrust. He stuffed me with another mound of come, adding it to all the previous piles that still sat inside me.
He rested his forehead against mine when he was done, breathing hard as his body spiraled down from the high. He gave me a soft kiss that contradicted the hard and lazy way he’d fucked me then rolled off me. He had to get to the office, so he immediately went to the bathroom to shower.
I turned over and went back to sleep.
He drove me back to my apartment on the way. He parked his car and walked me to the door, even though I told him that was unnecessary.
In his black suit and tie, he looked like the formidable opponent he claimed he was. He handled billions like it was nothing, and he ran the streets as if being a dictator was the easiest job in the world.
And he was so hot while doing it.
I didn’t think I had a thing for bad boys, but my ex-husband was a fighter covered in tattoos, and the new man I was sleeping with was a drug lord. I never worried about the risks associated with the men. I just enjoyed the fact that they were strong enough to protect me.
I knew Damien could keep me safe…and I liked that.
When I got the door unlocked, he kissed me goodbye. His large hands gripped my hips, his fingers digging deep into my sides as he held me close. His kiss was sexy, full of eager lips and a bit of tongue.
Now I didn’t want him to go.
He released me and pulled away. After a dark look with those intense eyes, he turned around and walked off…without saying a word.
