harden. I watch him unbutton his shirt and pull it out of his pants. Lines of muscle cut across his belly.
I meet his eyes. They’ve gone dark. I roll onto my stomach, my elbows on the bed. I look at the closed door as I think about what he did the last time I was in this position. But this feels different. He’s not angry.
He tugs the string of the panties. I shudder as he peels them down over my hips, my legs. Off my feet. I look back when he spreads my legs apart and stands between them. I watch him look at me, watch him crouch down behind me and open me.
I don’t know what this is. I should pull away and make him take it from me. But I want his eyes on me. And his hands on me. And his mouth on me. And him inside me.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” he says, dipping his tongue between the wet lips of my pussy, licking the length of me before drawing back. “My beautiful little virgin.”
I gasp and turn away when he puts his fingers on me and smears my arousal up toward my other hole, circling that too.
“And you’re all mine.”
Keeping one hand on me, he stands.
When I hear the buckle of his belt and the unzipping of his pants, I turn again.
His eyes are on my ass. He pushes his pants and briefs down, and I lick my lips. He’s hard. And big. And my pussy clenches in anticipation even knowing it’ll hurt. Knowing I’m still raw from earlier.
He rubs the whole of his hand over my wet pussy, then takes his dick in that hand, rubbing it, looking at me as he pumps his cock.
“Put your fingers on your clit.”
I don’t hesitate. I slide my hand between my legs, spreading my legs wider and rubbing my clit.
“Fuck.” He watches, pumping his cock. “Don’t come yet. I want to watch your fingers work.”
He’s tugging harder and watching him is making me wetter, so wet it’s dripping down my thighs.
“Are you too sore to be fucked?” he finally asks.
My breathing is already shallow, and my pussy is greedy for him. I shake my head.
“I won’t be gentle this time. I can’t. And I don’t want to hurt you.”
I don’t want him to be gentle.
“Tell me now, Cristina. Tell me to go or tell me to stay, but if I stay, I’m going to fuck you hard.”
My hips buck at his words. I’m going to come soon. “Stay,” I croak.
“Good girl.” With that, he bends his knees as he lifts my hips a little. He’s tall, and even though the bed is high, it’s not high enough. Tilting my hips up, he pulls my cheeks apart and glides into me, my passage wet, lubricating his cock as he pushes slow and deep inside me, filling me up all the way. He groans, leaning over me, hands on the bed on either side of me as he holds still for a long minute.
“Your cunt is so fucking tight.”
I rub my clit as he draws out and starts to fuck me just like he said, hard and fast and just on the edge of painful. It won’t take long for me to come.
He moves one hand to my ass cheek, eyes almost black when he closes his thumb possessively over my asshole.
“You’re beautiful like this,” he says, voice hoarse. “Open and so fucking beautiful.”
He shifts one hand, placing it over mine as I play with myself and all I hear are the wet sounds of our fucking, of our combined breath, of my whimpers.
“I’m going to come.” My voice sounds breathy and I close my eyes. “Oh god, I’m going to come.”
“Fuck,” he draws the word out as I come, my walls throbbing around his cock, pulsing, milking him until he lets out a groan and stills inside me, gripping a handful of my hair in his fist. His entire body tense.
All I can think is how beautiful he is as I feel his cum inside me, feel him filling me up.
And as much as I know that Liam is right, that he has a weakness for me, I’m doubly sure I am as weak for him. In spite of everything, I am weak when it comes to Damian Di Santo.
11
Damian
We’re lying in her bed, Cristina still asleep. Her head is on my bicep, hands curled between us.
Last night when I walked in here and saw her wearing my