cock thick and hard, jutting up from a thatch of
blond hair to touch his belly.
Sasha's eyes widened at the size of him. No wonder he had
been stretching her with his fingers, preparing her for the size of his massive
cock. She trembled again as he knelt once again between her legs. For a moment,
he only watched, coolly dissecting her with his eyes as if his cock wasn’t
throbbing to be touched against her hip. Then he came to her.
Damien stroked her throat, leaving quivering sensation in
his wake. He touched the line between her breasts, down to her belly, his
caresses light and teasing. It seemed he was intent on learning every part of
her he could reach by touch. Stroking the muscles of her arms, her shoulders,
her ribs, but deliberately avoiding her nipples, her fat and glistening
clitoris, the slit of her soaked and empty sex.
He touched her until she moaned from arousal then need,
then frustration, each stroke of his fingers lifting her desire higher and
higher until she was begging him, pleading with him to take her, anywhere he
wanted. However he wanted. She was blind and dumb to everything but the feel of
him, the press of his cock against her hip, his heavy breathing in her ear.
Her nipples were swollen and aching, hard pebbles of
need. His breath hovered over them, misting the hungry flesh but he did not
kiss them, did not suck them. When she tried to move up in the bed and thrust
her nipples into his mouth, he moved deftly back out of her reach then
continued his assault until she was crying with want, the tears dripping down
the sides of her face. Sasha squeezed her eyes tightly shut, convinced she was
going to die from desire, burn from the inside out from want of him. She pulled
at the handcuffs until the scraped her wrists. Begging him to take her. To put
her out of this misery of fleshly want.
“Do you want something from me?”
“Yes! Yes!”
“Tell me.” He pressed a palm between her legs and she almost
fell apart. “Tell me, Sasha.”
“I want you to fuck me!” she cried out, repeating the
words, gasping them, moaning them all the while tugging her wrists against the
handcuffs. The chains rattled. Her body writhed in the bed.
"You're so beautiful when you beg." He pulled
his hand from her. “How could I resist you?”
He replaced his hand with the thick head of his cock. He
stroked her weeping slit with his thickness while his fingers circled her clit.
He watched her face as slowly, slowly he pushed inside her.
The pleasure of it made her cry out. "Ah!"
He stopped, his fingers on her clit making harder
circles, faster until her hips jerked on her bed from the intense sensation.
His cock slipped deeper inside, stretching her more and more. Sasha clenched
her hands. She winced at the immense size of him. He stopped his forward
movement, fingers on her slippery clit, circling. She bit her lips.
"More!"
After a watchful moment's pause, he pushed deeper inside,
the pleasure from his strokes on her clitoris easing the way until he was all
the way inside and kneeling between her spread thighs. His face was a hard
mask, transformed by want.
"You feel so good!" he gasped.
He gripped her hips, keeping her still as he began to
move, taking her slowly, rolling his hips between her thighs until the
sensation came, a fiery nectar flooding though her body. His manhood stroked
her deep inside, the movement of his hips pressing hard into her clitoris. She
panted with pleasure, in a daze from it. She was filled, the most she'd ever
been in her life. And the sweetness of it. God, the sweetness!
Sasha moved her hips in the bed, swallowing his wonderful
thickness as he took her, stroking her deeply. The sweat dripped from her as he
made her feel things she'd never felt before. Pure bliss.
She thought it couldn’t get any better. It just couldn't.
Then he settled even more between her thighs, pressing his body down into hers
to