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“I know, love,” he groaned. “This pussy is made for me. My hands. My mouth. And my cock.”
He enunciated each word with thrusts, making me cry out as I clenched him, rocking my hips and arching my back. He grabbed my tits, playing with them, kissing them as I tugged on his hair, getting closer and closer to another orgasm.
“Fuck yeah,” he grunted, his voice deep. “Cum on my cock, love. Let me see your pretty face when you cum again.”
Pretty?
It was too much. My moans turned low as I reached my peak, my abdomen clenching as my entire body tightened up for the upcoming release.
Damon rubbed my clit. “That’s it, good girl. That’s it.” His soft whispers and praise were my undoing.
I came with a soft whimper and quivered when my head went blank. My toes curled as I kept gasping for air, his thrusts slowing as he released inside me with a low grunt, holding me tight.
I felt his warm cum in me, and it felt so good that I melted in his arms. Slowly, our gasps and pants calmed down, and I heard the loud pattering of rain.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
“That was so go—Summer?” Damon cupped my face as I blinked at him, my vision blurry. “Are you crying?”
“No, I just…” I sniffled, trying to hide my face, but he didn’t let me.
“Shh, it’s okay,” he whispered, wiping away my tears and slowly pulling out of me. “Tell me if it hurts anywhere. Was that too much?”
I shook my head and hid my face in his chest. I didn’t want him to think I was so emotional or sensitive that the one time we had vanilla sex, I started crying.
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GOOD TALK
DAMON
I cooed sweet words and praise in her ear as I stroked her back. “You were so good. I’m so proud of you. You looked so pretty.” But her silent tears kept making my shirt wet, and I didn’t want to move until I made sure she was okay.
I knew many people cried during intense orgasm and I tried to explain it to her, but she kept her face hidden.
“Summer, I need to know if you are hurt or not,” I said, keeping my voice soft. The last thing she needed was someone like me being stern with her.
She sniffled and pulled back, her eyes swollen, and I didn’t know why it made my heart ache. I needed to book an appointment with the cardiologist soon.
“Sorry,” she said, wiping her tears. “I don’t know why I’m crying so much.”
“Hey, don’t apologize for it, okay?” I said, taking my handkerchief and wiping her nose. She turned red, but I didn’t care. I had made her squirt and eaten her out. The last thing she needed to feel embarrassed about was crying and her snot. “Maybe it was a sub drop or an intense orgasm. Either way, don’t feel embarrassed.”
Summer didn’t meet my eyes, so I helped her get dressed, uncapping a bottle of water for her.
Once we were cleaned up and I had started the car, she spoke, “I didn’t like… whatever that was.”
I swallowed and after some silence I said, “I know it was overwhelming for you and you were flustered, vulnerable, and most of all, confused by it but… having my partner go through a sub-drop or crying because of an intense orgasm makes me feel very honored.” I held her hand and added, “I’m glad that you trust me, Summer.”
She hummed, looking out of the window. “I would like to go home, please.”
I clenched my jaw but didn’t show my irritation and drove her to her place, forcing myself to stop the car at Heather’s place, knowing she’d walk back to her own.
“Thanks, I’ll see—”
“Summer,” I interrupted her. “Do you regret it?”
“What?”
