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She nodded and rubbed her thighs together. Another new luxury. Touching herself or rubbing against something.
“What do you need, baby?”
She swallowed. “Your cock, Damon.”
“Where do you need it, Gemma?”
She trembled under his scrutiny. He could make her melt with his deep voice and demands. He loved to make her spell out her needs. Verbalize them. It helped her get over her belief that she was his slave, meant to service him without considering her needs.
“In my pussy.” Her face flushed as she said pussy out loud. She’d certainly heard vile disgusting men refer to her private parts as her pussy many times in the past few years, but she hadn’t ever said that word out loud. She wouldn’t dare. She could add that to her accomplishments since Damon had rescued her.
He pulled her chin closer and kissed her deeply before rolling to his back and grinning at her. “Take off that shirt and climb on top of me.”
She still had an aversion to wearing clothes, but she didn’t mind wearing his T-shirts. She pulled it over her head and straddled him. She’d done this a few times, and it felt powerful.
Though she understood intellectually from his constant reminder that she held all the power in their relationship, nothing made that more obvious than when she mounted him.
He gripped her hips. “Rub your pussy against my cock, baby.”
She did as he told her, dragging her folds over his impressive length. She stared down at him. It was hard to believe she was really here. She wasn’t sure how many months or years it would take before she truly believed she was free. She was with the man she loved. She was his. And he was hers.
“God, that feels good, Gemma.” A vein throbbed on his forehead. She loved when he got all hot and bothered for her. “Rub your clit for me. I want to watch.”
She licked her lips as she brought her fingers to her pussy and stroked herself. Another difficult thing to do after being told a million times she was never allowed to touch herself.
He slid his hands up and down her back. “You’re so beautiful. You take my breath away.”
She whimpered as her arousal grew. Her boldness grew too. She ground her clit over his erection, arched her chest forward, tipped her head back, cupped her breast with her free hand, and pinched her nipple.
Damon groaned. “So fucking sexy. Ride me, baby. I can’t take the suspense anymore.”
She lowered her gaze slowly, dropped her hands to his chest, and smirked at him. “You don’t honestly believe I’m falling for your story about me being in control when I’m on top of you, do you?” The man controlled her even when she mounted him.
He chuckled. “Ride my cock, woman, before I change my mind, flip you over, and spank your bottom before taking you from behind instead.”
She lifted her brows. “Is that supposed to be a threat?”
His smile grew. “More of a promise.”
Keeping her hands planted on his chest, she lifted her hips so that his erection could rise up between them. She didn’t have to look away from his face or reach down between them to lodge his cock at her entrance and slide down over him.
His eyes rolled back as he gripped her hips again. “Jesus, Gemma…”
The power she felt in that moment was all-consuming. She loved the way he filled her. They’d had sex more times than she could count in the past few weeks since he’d taken her virginity, but it still felt like heaven every time.
The stretch. The friction. The tightness.
She might have lost three years of her life to a level of hell she wouldn’t wish on her worst enemy, but at moments like this when she watched Damon’s face as he filled her…she thought maybe it had all been worth it.
She ground her clit on the base of his cock until she shuddered with the growing need to come. She was tormenting him by not lifting back up and instead enjoying the way he filled her so full.
There was no way to describe the peace and total bliss she felt when he was buried deep inside her. Sometimes, she wanted him to stay right there, deep, thick, hard. Not moving. When she lifted up, she would lose that intense connection.
She hated being separated from him for even an instant from the moment he’d rescued her. She hadn’t even been able to pee by herself or bathe. She’d needed him in the room, his hands on her. But ever since she’d had his cock inside her, buried to the hilt, she’d developed a new obsession. She craved him embedded deep like a drug addict.
She licked her lips while she twisted on his cock, still holding his gaze. “Does it bother you?”
He gripped her ass cheeks. “Does what bother me, baby?” His voice was low and gravelly. Sexy.
