“Oh … oh … oh.” I couldn’t breathe. It was too much. There was just too much, and he swiped his tongue over my opening before moving down and sucking the lips of pussy into his mouth, softly using his teeth.
I didn’t know how long my legs could hold me up.
I didn’t know how much more I could take.
“Please,” I begged brokenly. I didn’t know what I wanted. For him to stop? To be pushed over the edge? I didn’t know. I just wanted him to do something. Just something.
“I got you, pet. I got you,” he cooed as his grip tightened around me. No doubt he would leave a bruise there. I didn’t care.
His hand moved up my back, his fingers playing with my spine before gliding around me and grabbing my breast. He squeezed the supple globe, twirling my hard nipple with his fingers.
The whole time, his lips never lost momentum.
His mouth moved over my pussy, then he used the flat of his tongue and licked up my crease once more. My legs shook. The sphincter of muscle there clenched from the feel of his tongue flicking softly over the surface.
My fist clenched around the bedsheets beneath me.
I was so close.
So close.
Just a little more.
He emitted a low noise that sounded like a growl as he pulled his hands away from my breast. I almost begged him to bring his hands back to me, but then he used his arms to spread my legs even further, and drove two thick fingers inside my pussy.
He’d barely pumped his fingers twice before I came.
I screamed as I was thrown over the cliff with no parachute.
Damien never stopped his movement. He continued to finger-fuck me until I felt the explosion of a second orgasm.
I buried my face into the sheet, my whole body trembling as the orgasm tore right through me.
I thought he would be done, but he turned me back around and pulled the shirt off me completely. I blinked against the intrusion of light, taking him in—with his dark eyes bright with his arousal, his flush cheeks against tan skin, and his lips, glistening with … me.
I flushed, and he licked his lips, smiling wickedly at me.
“Not done,” was all he said. He spread my legs, placed them over his shoulders, and buried his face. He ate me out with vigor. My toes curled from the feel of him licking and nipping and sucking on my pussy lips. His fingers found my clit, and he rubbed it harshly. My back arched as I came, my hands seeking his hair. I pulled on it roughly, but that seemed only to spur him on.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
He met my eyes as he doubled his efforts, his lips moving over me and his tongue dipping inside me.
My legs clenched around his neck and my nails raked down the side of his face, leaving behind red streaks, making the scar there look more gruesome.
He grinned.
“Fuck, baby. That’s right. Make me bleed. Show me just what I do to you,” he said, taking my clit in his mouth.
I threw my head back and came once more.
I couldn’t take it anymore.
I couldn’t come anymore.
I braced my hands on the mattress beneath me and tried to pull away. He tightened his grip on me.
Tears burned my eyes, and I opened my mouth to beg him to stop.