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I grind myself against him, and I let out a whimper every time I hit the base of his dick and my clit grazes his skin. I pull his mouth away from my breast and raise his chin to look at me.
“A while ago.” His blue eyes are sincere but hooded and the way he’s looking at me is making my heart flutter in my chest.
“I love that I drive you crazy.” I let my eyes flutter closed as I move up and down on him and I don’t mistake a low animalistic groan that leaves his lips. His hands tighten on my hips, helping me to move up and down faster on him. I wrap my arms around his neck, grateful for my thigh muscles that allow me to bounce on his thick and hard cock with ease.
His hand finds its way into my hair and he pulls, lowering my mouth to his, fucking me with his tongue in a similar way that he’s fucking my cunt. My body begins to build again and I don’t think I’ve ever had four orgasms in one night. The position of me being on top, Damian hitting a spot that no one has been able to reach, and the rubbing of my clit with every thrust, I feel myself moving towards another. “You’re going to come again, aren’t you?” he whispers against my throat, as he drags his tongue along the skin. “Your pussy is so hot and tight, Jesus Christ, how am I ever going to get anything done knowing what you feel like?”
He smacks one of my ass cheeks and I can feel the sting of his palm in my clit. I gasp, “Do that again.” I tell him and he complies, smacking me slightly harder than the last and alternating between each ass cheek. I drop my forehead to his shoulder as I fuck him harder and he gives as good as he takes, thrusting his dick into my needy cunt that’s desperate to come all over him.
I’ve never needed a climax as badly as I do right now. Maybe because I know it’ll be powerful or because I haven’t had orgasms like the ones he’s given me tonight and I’m already greedy for more, or maybe it’s because every time he looks at me or kisses me or touches me I get uncontrollable flutters in my stomach.
“I need you to come, baby.” He grunts low in my ear. “Take what you need from me.” He grits out as his thrusts become more erratic and I know he’s hanging on by a thread waiting for me to climax before he loses control. “No one has ever fucked me like you do,” he says as he slams me down one final time and his words force me closer to the edge. The thought that this sex god that’s fucked me to four roaring orgasms has enjoyedthisas much as I have is a high I’ve never experienced. That he’ll want more. That this isn’t the end. That I’ll get another night ormultiple nightsof multiple orgasms.
Fuck yes.
The thought of more triggers my release and sends me over the edge. “Oh my god, I’m coming!” I cry out, burying my face back in his neck as he lets go, with a roar of expletives and my name and baby and something else I can’t make out because I’m trying to regain my equilibrium over the most intense orgasm of my life. He slows his strokes and I don’t move, resting at the base of his dick as he softens inside of me with each passing second. I slowly pull back to look at him.
His blue eyes are dark and piercing and I feel like they can see every single thought that I have or have ever had. I blink a few times, trying to break the trance we both seem to be in but his hands find my face and his face grows serious like he can feel the shift as deeply as I do.
“Hi,” I whisper, pushing his hair back and wiping his forehead that’s slick with a layer of sweat. I’m not sure what else to say and he’s still staring at me and still inside of me and I feel overwhelmed and overstimulated.
He chuckles before dragging his hands from my face down my body and resting them on my hips. “Hi.”
The sound of my phone ringing breaks the intimate bubble, and I’m partially glad for the intrusion because I feel drunk on this, and god only knows what I might blurt out while I’m still feeling the effects of this sex high. “I should probably get that.”
He nods, helping me off of him and I watch in fascination as he falls out of me, noticing that he’s still slightly hard. I stare at his dick, wet and glistening from my cunt, and then back to his eyes that are staring at my tits with his teeth digging into his lips like he wishes they were on my nipples.
The gasp that leaves my lips sends his eyes to mine and then I’m underneath him, my hands being held above my head. His lips find mine and he murmurs between kisses. “You can’t look at me like that.”
“You were looking atmelike that first.”
I don’t know how long we are like this, our limbs intertwined, our mouths attached like we were never going to see each other again, but eventually, he pulls back, both of us out of breath because we value kissing more than oxygen.
He drops his forehead to mine as our breathing slows. “Clearly we need some ground rules.” His hands are still holding mine down above my head and it feels so sexy being restrained by this big and powerful man that also protects me with his life. It was a heady feeling that the way he protected me was suddenly very different. He moves his face to my neck and nibbles at the skin there and I moan in response.
He pulls back and I stare up at him. “I have to be able to focus out there,” he says, and his face is serious despite his dick hardening against my leg.
Jesus, this man is a machine.
“Okay.”
He sits up pulling me with him and into his lap. “No looking at me like you want to sneak off to a bathroom.”
“Okay,” I repeat
“No sexting me either.” He gives me a look, reminding me of what I had said to him earlier and also that I had yet to taste his dick.
“I don’t agree to that.” I smirk and he narrows his eyes at me.
“Your safety is the most important thing. If I’m distracted, that allows things to…happen. I don’t want to make any mistakes where you’re concerned.”
I swallow, knowing that he’s always been over the top about my safety, and a part of me wonders if he’s about to become even more intense.
My phone begins to ring again and I’m brought out of the moment by the fact that this is probably the same person calling from earlier and if I don’t want that person to send a search party, I should probably answer. I get out of his lap to see Cooper’s name on my phone and I can only imagine the number of things he’s calling to freak out about. It’s almost midnight and Cooper doesn’t usually harass me after ten unless it’s an emergency.
“Yes?” I ask.
“Where are you and why aren’t you answering my calls?”
