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He groans and slips his fingers back inside me, coating them in my wetness before pulling out and circling my back hole. I shift, but he holds my hips firmly in place with one hand as he applies more pressure.
“No one’s had you here?” He circles his fingers until I’m coated and wet.
“No,” I breathe, my body completely frozen.
“I’m going to fuck this hole, and you’re going to love it, but you’ll have to wait. I’m going to take my time with you, when I do.” His words shoot fire through me, and I come apart as he presses deeper, breaching the rim slightly. I tremble in his arms at the force, my head fuzzy.
Damon’s cock notches to my entrance, and I reach between us to guide him in. He captures both my hands and pins them over my head, keeping me in place.
“Patience, needy girl.” He swirls his cock, coating it, then sinks into me painfully slowly, filling me inch by inch.
The pressure is all-consuming, taking over all of my senses.
Damon groans when he’s fully seated, pausing only for a second before pulling back and burying himself into my pussy.
“Your pussy’s made for me. Squeezing me so good.” His gaze is locked with mine, soft and attentive as he strokes me from within. If I didn’t know better, I’d say there’s adoration there. A possessiveness that makes me feel owned.
He drops his forehead to mine, cock still moving slowly, and his ragged breaths tickle my lips. “You’re made for me.”
He captures my mouth in a demanding kiss, sweeping his tongue over the back of my teeth, pushing it deeper until he’s tasted every inch. His hips rock faster, the head of his cock hitting me in the perfect spot each time.
A new kind of tension builds, a deeper, more primal feeling as he works me over and over until he’s pounding into me, chasing his own release. I’m so close, my hips coming up to meet his.
He grips my jaw, holding my face. “I want to see you come on my cock. I want you to know exactly who’s owning this perfect pussy.”
He lets go of my jaw, but I don’t dare look away as he presses his thumb to my clit. I’m lost to his control, his body directing mine.
“Come for me, Misty,” he commands, and I break apart as his hot cum fills me.
“Jesus Christ,” I whisper, unable to breathe deep enough to talk.
Damon brushes the hair out of my face and kisses my forehead. “You’re mine now, Nymph. There’s no turning back.”
I almost believe him.
By the time I’m out of the shower, Damon’s standing over my stove with a frying pan in his hand. My mouth waters at the sight of him. He didn’t bother getting dressed. Instead, he left himself on display in nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs. I bite my lip as my gaze travels over his back, watching the muscles shift as he works, then catch on the perfect curve of his ass.
I make a low sound, and Damon turns to me with a knowing smirk. It’s so relaxed and playful it steals my breath away.
“I like you watching me.”
My cheeks grow hot, and his smile only widens.
Damon slides a pancake onto a plate and turns off the stove before covering them with maple syrup.He takes a seat at the dining table, placing the plate in front of him. “Come here.”
I take a tentative step toward him, and he raises his brow in challenge. I huff out a breath and close the distance between us, only to have him pull me down onto his lap.
“This is unnecessary,” I grumble, pretending that I don’t love the easy affection.
“I assure you, it’s completely necessary.” He nuzzles the side of my neck. “Now, eat.”
I cut a piece with my fork and place it on my tongue, moaning deep in my throat as the sweet syrup coats my taste buds. “Oh my God. Is this real Canadian syrup?”
“I had it brought over last night.”
I can’t even wrap my head around how much something like that would’ve cost.
He reaches for my hand not holding the fork and twirls my wedding ring between his fingers. “This looks good on you,” he says, then slips his fingers between mine.
