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Chapter 66

He rolled his hips until I could feel the head of his cock. My breath hitched when he pressed deliciously on a tender spot that made my toes instantly curl.

"Good," Damon growled, as he angled his hips a bit and pulled back. Then he untied me, letting my hands loose from the headboard, wrapped it around his neck. But my pussy walls clenched harder, urging him to come back. He did, but this time, with a brutal thrust that got me squealing, "Damon!"

His thrusts became relentless and animalistic. Like he had been waiting for the right time to unleash his inner most desires, like he had been dying to have me for a very long time.

I clung to him, gibberish tumbling from my lips as he took me savagely, over and over again, hitting that sweet spot... "Harder," I begged, my nails scratching his skin, but he didn't seem to mind at all. He was grunting, loud sexy moans that made my insides tremble.

The bed squeaked under us, the headboard hitting the poor wall with brutal thrust. Our moans and grunts filled the room and the air around us grew thick with the scent of our arousal. The room smelled like sex. Hot fucking sex.

In the midst of fucking my brains out, Damon pulled back a little on his knees, gripping my ankles and flung them over his shoulders. With this new position, he was way more deeper than ever.

His gaze trailed down, settling between my legs where we connected, and he grunted out hoarsely. "Fuck. We look so good together, baby.”

I cried out when one of his hands brush my clit, teasing the tingling nub as he thrust in long strokes. “You take me so well. So good,” he moaned, eyes locked on my pussy.

"So wet and pretty and..." he cursed with a groan, "And I can't wait for it to be official."

I watched as his eyes slowly trailed up, moving along my body until they connected with mine. The intensity of his gaze made me shiver underneath him. I felt like I was burning....burning with need for him.

Damon pulled out of me, and I reached between us and grabbed a hold of the hot pulsing cock with my hands. His brows raised as he watched me. Then I squeezed, feeling the rigid flesh, the veins....

Damon's eyes widened, "Peach...."

"I need you to fuck me so hard, Damon," I whispered, "I need you to make me scream so loud."

There was something about the way he looked at me, the way his eyes devoured every inch of me.

I guided his hot pulsing cock along my folds, feeling the sensations of his cock before sliding it inside me, my breath catching as I did so. My walls snuggled him immediately. And he felt so warm and hard.

His gaze was hot on me, as I retracted my hands and wrapped them back round his neck.

"I'm going to make you scream so hard, baby. That's what you want, huh?"

Before I could even respond, he was slamming deep inside me without holding back, eliciting a sharp startled cry from me. The loud sound of the headboard smacking against the wall was so loud that I almost panicked.

He grabbed my legs, and his fingers dug into my skin, as he thrust inside me with a lace that left me dizzy, panting, my breasts bouncing.

"Yes," he rasped, "So fucking good."

His pace was so fast and hard, and I was so wet that the sounds of our skin meeting skin was louder than my cries.

With the force and pace he had on me, I had to grip the sheets beneath me, clutching it as if it was a good enough anchor to keep me from literally being pounded into the headboard.

But my pussy was pleasing for more, as it kept squeezing around his length each time.

My hands clutched my boobs as it bounced with each thrusts, but Damon's eyes darkened at the motion. "Take off your hands. Let me see you."

I didn't hesitate. I released my breasts instantly and he grunted in pleasure, his eyes, filled with desire, rested on my breasts, "Good girl,"

I could feel the pleasure building as he increased his pace, my breath coming out in pants as he moved inside me. A wisked grin flashed in Damon's face just as he reached between us and pressed a finger on my clit.

At the same time, his cock hit a tender spot inside me, making my eyes roll to the back of my head in pleasure.

“Damom!” I yelled, gasping as my hips arched off the bed, a rush of warm and liquid shooting right out of me and spraying all over his toned stomach. My eyes instantly widen, my cheeks flushing as I stared at the mess I had made all over him and me.

“Did I just--"

But Damon simply smirked, angling his cock more to that spot and pounded harder, making me scream, arching up as I, once again, squirted all over him and the sheets. “Good girl, squirting all over me.” Damon pulled his lower lip into his mouth, as his fingers continued to work my clit.

I was trembling and twitching as I try to catch my breath and come to terms with what had just happened, not only once but twice.

My moans filled the room as Damon's moves slowed down, his strokes deliberately slow and sensual as he drew out the pleasure, prolonging the sweet torment. I melted beneath him, whimpering with need as he teased me, his cock still buried very deep inside me.

That wicked little grin was still on his lips as he stares down at me with so much anger. "I can tell you want more?" He smiled at me.

I didn't know if I could still handle more, but I nodded nonetheless. I just want him inside me, close to me. I didn't want to let go of him. Not anytime soon.