six foot making him big and solid everywhere, including his fingers. I moaned as they deliciously stretched me open. I could hear the wetness he was coaxing out of my body.
He paused long enough to tell me his plans. “I’m not stopping until you cum all over my face and fingers, Halloween. And, when you do, I’m going to lap up every last drop. I’m going to taste you on my tongue for days after, baby.”
I lifted my hips at his words, silently begging for more. He took the hint and went back to sliding his fingers inside my hot core and his tongue began to focus on my sensitive nub.
Within seconds, I could feel the tightening in my core in warning. I was on the verge of doing exactly what he wanted and cumming all over his face and fingers. “Damien!”
I could feel myself clench around his fingers and that small action prompted him to curl his fingers deeper in and hit his target and it was enough. I didn’t know if I came from his tongue on my clit or his fingers brushing up against that secret spot, but my nerves electrified in a blaze of unparalleled pleasure that my body shook with the force of it.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” I heard him growl, through the haze of my orgasm.
My body was still twitching when I finally noticed Damien hovering over me. I could barely keep my eyes open, let alone focus. “Baby, look at me.”
I blinked a few times and finally managed to focus on his green gaze. I brought my hand around and placed my palm on his cheek and just looked at him. The Devil shouldn’t be so beautiful. I should hate this man. I did hate this man. It just wasn’t fair.
“Dami-Ahhhhhhhhhh!” My back bowed up off the bed as Damien slammed his size into me, and I was transported back to that night, ten years ago. Only this time, I knew what to expect, and I wasn’t delusional enough to believe that Damien Greystone liked me or had any feelings for me outside of loathing.
Well, loathing and lust, apparently.
I opened my legs wider to accommodate his body between my thighs and to relieve some of the sting. He immediately pulled out and rammed his cock back inside my body again. I grabbed onto his powerful biceps as he began his assault on my very soul.
I kept damning myself to hell every time I moaned and wrapped my legs around his waist tighter. His cock was so thick and hard inside me it felt like it was battering against every nerve ending in my cervix. The pressure and sting felt glorious, but I knew come morning my body would be used up and sore.
My eyes never left Damien’s. I wasn’t going to let him off that easy. I might have given him permission to use me however he sees fit, but he was going to have to look me in the eyes as he did it. Only it wasn’t shame I saw lurking in those green pools. If I believed in miracles, I’d say I saw adoration in them.
Suddenly, I couldn’t control all the pleasure, pain, guilt, and heartache that was coursing through my body. I let out a quiet sob and a single tear escaped down the right side of my face.
The only sign of Damien noticing my meltdown was the increased force of his thrusts into my core. He started slamming into me with so much power I thought the headboard of the bed would splinter. He pushed his arm between my back and the mattress until his hand came from behind and wrapped around my shoulder preventing me from scooting up.
Damien held me in place as he pounded into me with impossible might. It was almost as if he couldn’t get deep enough inside me to satisfy his craving. There was no way he wasn’t going to have bruises on his pelvis. You can’t batter ram yourself against someone as hard as he was and not walk away unscathed.
“Jesus, baby, your pussy feels like a vise around my cock,” he grunted. “I’m going to empty my dick inside you all night until I have nothing left to give you, Halloween.”
“Damien, please!” I would deal with the shame later. Right now, I just wanted more of whatever drug he was giving me. I’d never felt so full and so desired as I did, right now, with him slamming into me. He was trying