years and is easily avoided, but she just burst my past wide open, and I want to tell her everything about me, bring her into my world. The feel of her lips on the tip of my cock erases any other thoughts I may have as I watch her lower her red lips over my pulsing erection.
Fuck yes. All my fantasies come true in this one moment. “Addison, those lips of yours are going to kill me.” I can’t control my hips as I slide in and out of her mouth, my cock reaching all the way into the back of her throat. She can’t take all of me in, but with the palm of her hand working in rhythm with her lips, she’s got me completely covered. My hands tangle in her hair as I continue to flex my hips in and out of her mouth.
She begins to rub herself against my leg, her heat and wetness coating my skin. “Come on my leg, Addison, come all the fuck over it.” She does, her cries of pleasure, vibrating around my cock as electricity shoots down my back and legs, “Oh fuck. I’m coming.” She doesn’t back away and my own release explodes while she sucks me harder and swallows all I have.
I’m spent, can barely think straight, my body exhausted, and my insides feeling emotions I didn’t know existed.
Pulling her up to me, I lay her entire body on top of mine. My hands cup her ass, and my lips find the top of her head as she lays it down on my chest. Our hearts are beating against each other, our labored breathing trying to slow down and her legs fall listlessly to either side of me as I hold her tight.
Her head is resting right below my chin and all I can think about is that I want to wake up and do this all over again. I want to lie in bed all day and make love to her. Make her come so many times she loses count. “Stay with me tomorrow.” My voice is husky, broken with exhaustion and a burning need finally satisfied.
“It is tomorrow, Damian.” Looking over at the nightstand, I see it’s three in the morning.
“Stay, Addison. Stay with me.”
She doesn’t answer, her deep breathing tells me all I need to know. She’s staying, at least for tonight.
My head hurts, my mouth is full of cotton balls, and my vagina feels like it’s had a Mack truck running through it all night. I suddenly realize I’m completely naked and not in my own bedroom. In fact, I’m not even lying on a bed, but splayed out on top of Damian. His hard muscles my pillow, his skin warm under mine. His arms are around me and his fingers are resting right above my tailbone.
My stomach rolls as a bead of sweat trails down my forehead and onto my cheek. I slowly make my way to the bathroom, my inner thighs burning and sore. Throwing a few handfuls of cold water on my face doesn’t make me feel any better. Chancing a glimpse in the mirror, I can barely recognize the disheveled face staring back at me. My lips are swollen and sore. A trail of hickies and bite marks leads from my ear down to my nipple. My muscles are achy and worked, my inner thighs marked with finger prints and teeth marks and even though I look and feel like I had a rough night, my insides are still quivering and wanting more of what got me in this state to begin with.
Last night. Shit! I’d begged Damian to screw me, cried that I needed to have sex. Oh my god I came . . . I don’t even know how many times I came.
What was I thinking? I splash more water on my face, removing the makeup that has bunched up under my eyes making me look like a green eyed raccoon. I take my naked ass back into the bedroom.
Damian is thankfully still asleep.
He is on his back; his naked body on full display. He’s huge—all of him.
How the hell did that fit in me?
No wonder I’m so sore. Even at rest, he’s an impressive size and suddenly a longing of desire shoots through me.
This was a very bad idea.
Matt’s heated fingers had left their mark on my skin only hours before I begged Damian to have sex with me, my thoughts and emotions scattered like a broken puzzle.