His thrusts were feverish and made me lightheaded in a good way. My whimpers and moans came out with each inward thrust and my eyes rolled into the back of my head. But then I remembered something and pushed at his lower abdomen.
“Condom,” I said between breaths, “You aren’t wearing one.”
He pulled out, dug in the top drawer of my nightstand, tore it with his teeth, and rolled it on before he slammed back into me.
I cried out and clenched the sheets for dear life. Holy hell this guy can fuck!
Then he pulled out of me again and I pouted over his absence. My body was silently screaming at him for not finishing the job. Then he stepped out of his jeans and laid on my bed before he pulled me on top of him.
He centered me over his dick and grabbed my hips before he slammed me down onto him. He went so deep that I saw stars, screaming out again.
“Holy shit!” I yelled, bracing my hands on his chest.
Damon reached up with one hand and grabbed my throat, and then used his other hand on my hip to lift and drop me.
I was about to lose my mother fucking mind. His upward thrust hit something deep and hard inside and each time he hit it, I nearly lost my breath and came on the spot. What is that?! My G-spot?!
Then his hand on my hip held me still as he fucked me from the bottom. Fast and hard. Hitting that spot over and over until I could no longer hold off. My orgasm burst to life in a way I had never felt before as I let out the longest moan ever. Thank fuck nobody was home or they’d have heard me for sure!
But when I thought he was going to stop, he sat up and embraced me in his arms as he continued to slowly fuck me. He peppered kisses over my shoulder and then on the top of my breasts. I leaned against him and felt my pussy walls slowly start to relax after its orgasm. His gentle thrusts made me start to get excited again and that’s when I began to ride him.
I leaned back and stared into his eyes as I started to bob up and down on him. His dick was still painfully hard and I wondered if he had cum with me or not. By the feel of his dick, he didn’t and I wanted him to feel just as satisfied as I was feeling at the moment.
He grabbed my hair and tugged until my head was back and my neck was exposed. I let out a moan and continued to ride him. His other hand came up and skimmed across my neck before he cupped my breast and twisted my nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
I cried out again and tried to look down at him but his hand in my hair prevented me from doing that.
“Oh God,” he groaned. “Keep fucking this dick, Taylor. Show me how you want it.”
Another moan left my mouth as my hips started to lift and drop harder and faster. His hand left my breast before he wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me into his chest. He released my hair and wrapped me in an embrace as he buried his face between my breasts and moaned while he helped me lift and drop.
Fireworks began to ignite in my core as I felt another orgasm coming. His breaths were getting heavier and he kept groaning every time I sank down deeply.
Then he threw his head back and moaned and I couldn’t stop myself from staring into his gorgeous aqua blue eyes. He locked gazes with mine as his mouth fell open in an “O.”
It turned me on so much that my orgasm exploded with his and then I leaned forward and kissed him. I just couldn’t help myself.
His hand went into my hair again as he held me tightly to his mouth. His tongue and mouth devoured mine as our moans mixed as one. Then he broke the kiss and fell back onto the bed and stared up at the ceiling with a half-smirk on his lips.
I fell onto his heavy breathing chest and just laid there, his cock still inside me. He released his hold on me and let his arms lay lazily across my bed. I didn’t want to move. My body was still buzzing from that mind-shattering orgasm. Jesus.
I don’t ever want to move from this spot. Ever.