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Authors: J.L. Mac

Tags: #General Fiction

Wreck Me (19 page)

His hand skates across my cheek to my head where his fingers lace through my locks. I feel him lengthen and tense in my mouth. I work him fervently until I gentle my movement and swallow down the surge of his warm release. His hips buck forward as he spills into my mouth. I lap at his length and lick him clean. I have never been so turned on in my life. I feel frantic to have him in me. He reads my body language and springs from his seat. I am lifted to him. I wrap my legs around his waist and hold on for dear life as he rockets up his staircase. The bedroom door gets his foot again and I am laid on his bed. He rids himself of his clothes in a flash and makes quick work of removing my dress, bra and panties. He kneels between my legs and runs two fingers down the seam of my pussy. He bites his lip and his eyes roll back.

“Fuck, your wet baby,” he purrs seductively. My body writhes in response to his touch on my skin and his voice in my ears. He plunges his two fingers into his mouth and sucks them clean. He leans across the bed to reach his nightstand. He withdraws a condom and rips it open. I am compelled, possessed by my need to feel him. I want him on me and in me. It breaks my own rules, but I don’t want a damn thing between us. I still his hands and take the condom from him.

“Nothing between us,” I say breathily. His head tilts back and I see his eyes roll back. He brings his attention back to me and the pure lust burning in his eyes has me emotional and wanton beneath him.

“Please,” I beg. He leans forward and cages my trembling body with his intimidating frame.

“You’re sure?” He asks hesitantly. I nod my head affirming what I want. He breathes in heavily as he positions the wide head at my entrance. It’s the first touch we share. Skin on skin and it lights my body on fire. He stays in place. Poised to penetrate me. What is he waiting for? He is shaking and I can tell he is restraining. He is holding back.

“You have to tell me if I’m hurting you.” I nod.

“No say it. Promise you’ll tell me.”

“I promise.” The moment I say what he wants to hear he surges forward driving his erection deep. I gasp and claw at his back.

“Oh fuck baby, you’re the first. I’ve never gone bare.” Knowing that we are each other’s first at least in some capacity makes my heart swell.

“Me too.” He groans his appreciation into my ear. His lips draw my lobe into his mouth. He bites down lightly and my body tenses in response. I tighten even more around his cock and he seems to lose all control. He grips my hips and hauls me into him with force. My legs are pushed upward to rest on his shoulders. The very tip of him burrows deeper into me. I suck in air through gritted teeth. His grip on me is nearly crippling, but I’m not in pain. Pure lust rages in his eyes as he plows through me. His cock withdraws and thrusts forward over and over with ferocity.

“Ah, Damon.” A bead of sweat rolls from his hairline down his forehead and finally drips from his nose to land on my sternum.

“I need you,” he pants. My hands fist into the pillows beside my head. The tingling sensation that flows through my veins inundates my senses. All I can see is him. All I can smell is him. All I can hear is him. All I can taste is him. All I can feel is him. I feel so completely his and the sensation is like none I have ever felt. I want to be his. I want him to need me like he has said.

“You have me,” I moan as he continues deep, penetrating thrust after thrust. I can feel every unique ridge and vein of his erection as it slips past the outer rim of my slick opening.

“Again,” he demands through gritted teeth. His amber eyes blaze as he gazes down at me. Sweat blooms from my pores and makes the friction between us non-existent. Our bodies slip against each other with complete fluidity. We fit. We look the part. We are two parts made whole.

“You have me,” I repeat with as much sincerity as the moment allows for. My body comes alive in a new way and hums with my pending orgasm. Every muscle tightens and tingles. I focus my eyes on his. We watch each other as our respective orgasms unfurl and consume us. His hips buck as he releases deep in me. Warmth fills me and my channel spasms around his cock, drawing out his climax. Our bodies shudder and lurch repeatedly. He pushes my legs from his shoulders and collapses in a sweaty exhausted heap. His chest rises and falls rapidly while he works at catching his breath. I push my fingers through his sodden locks. My own exhaustion seems to overtake me. My eyes close and I feel completely sated in a way I have never known.

 

 

 

“Baby?” Kisses rain down on my cheeks, nose, chin, forehead, and neck.

“Uh,” I grunt incoherently. I hear Damon chuckle under his breath.

“Dinner time, let’s go.” I guess I should probably get my oversexed ass out of bed and make big man something to eat. If fucking like that is what I get to have from him then I will gladly load him up with plenty of carbohydrates and protein. He is a bull of a man. He needs to eat. I push myself up and pry my eyes open. Damon looks gorgeous in bare feet, jersey style, black mesh shorts and a white undershirt. I purr my approval. He shakes his head and smiles that crooked smile that make me impossibly weak for him.

“I may have created a monster.”

“Perhaps,” I muse as I walk past him completely naked. I can feel him follow. I turn to face him as I walk into his bathroom.

“Mind if I piss in peace?” His sheepish look falls into place right on cue and I am pleased with myself. He is just so damn cute when he looks as if he is utterly embarrassed.

“I’m kidding. I don’t have to pee. You showered without me?” He continues to follow me into the gargantuan bathroom.

“You were out cold and it’s the only time that dirty ass mouth of yours is shut so I figured I had better savor the moment while I could.” I spin around to face my dark haired bull of a man. His arms are folded over his broad chest. The smirk on his mouth is all the evidence I need to see that he is in a playful mood. It is a world away from the furious man that I encountered in his office.

“Smart ass huh? Well that’s too bad. I was planning on something special when we took a shower. Oh well, maybe next time.”

“Oh, bullshit woman! I told you not to tease me.” He strides towards me and sweeps my naked body up over his shoulder and walks right into the shower fully clothed. He flips on the taps and cold water pelts my ass and back. I squeal in protest.

“Put me down!”

“You’ve been a bad girl. You need to be punished.”

“No! It’s cold!” I slap his ass through the sopping wet jersey shorts. His big paw slaps me back and I yelp.

“Ouch! Put me down!” His body shakes beneath me with laughter.

“Are you going to tease me anymore?” he sputters between deep laughs. With one more swat of my ass I shout my surrender.

“Okay! Okay! No more teasing! I promise.” Satisfied with my white-flag-surrender, he slides me down the front of his body. His arm snakes around me to adjust the water temperature. Warmth pelts my skin as he holds me close. I tuck my fingers into the waist of his shorts and tug them down. Water streams down his body and drips from his face. I lean in and greedily collect the water from his stubbly chin, then tug the hem of his soaked shirt up and over his head. Our lips clash together. He drinks from me as I drink from him. I pull his full bottom lip between my teeth. His groan sends a pulse of electricity racing through my body. He cups my ass and in one easy movement lifts me to him. My back crashes against the tiled wall of his shower as his hard cock impales me simultaneously.

“How’s this for special, baby?” He growls while taking a fist full of my hair in his hand. He tugs and my head thuds against the wall slightly. His cock works me hard and fast. He has me pinned with his body and holds me in place easily. He drives hard and deep into me over and over.

“Ah, baby,” I moan. His mouth covers mine, silencing me. His tongue delves deep while stealing my breath. My heart pounds out of control under his ministrations. He breaks away from my lips and rams into me harder.

“Who do you belong to?” He says on a shout. It’s so hot and I feel like I may come with just his words. My tender pussy tightens exquisitely.

“Say it!” He bellows.

“You!” I whimper weakly.

“Again!”

“You! I belong to you!” I cry out breathlessly. He thrusts hard once, twice, three, four, more times and freezes. His body lurches and stills repeatedly. My own pleasure crests and crashes down over me. I roll my eyes back and arch into him. My sensitive, hardened nipples press against his pectorals. His warmth spills into me and twitches as we ride out our climactic pleasure. He holds me in place against the tile wall until my breathing has returned to normal. He eases out of me and a small zap of pain radiates through my womb. I wince and suck in a breath of air reflexively.

“Did I hurt you?” The concern in his voice is clear. I feel…valued. Cherished. And dare I say loved even. I know there is no possible way he could love me. We are as fresh as a couple could be. I still don’t know his favorite color, movie, drink. I have never had the love of anyone except my parents. I don’t remember it as clear as I use to. Memories have faded with time, but this sensation feels familiar and I could swear it feels like love. I say nothing as I look up into his warm honey colored eyes. One big hand cups my jaw. He rests his forehead against mine and closes his eyes. In this moment something is communicated between the two of us. It’s indescribable and disarming. My short lived zap of pain is long forgotten. He holds me under the water for a long moment. His stomach rumbles loud. We both laugh.

“Come on big guy. I’ll make us some dinner.” He lightly smacks my ass when I turn away from him to wash my hair and body. Yeah, he is definitely an ass man. I quip inwardly. We finish up in the shower and towel off before heading down to his kitchen. I glide through his kitchen like a woman on speed. Working in this space is nice. I enjoy cooking, but I have never had the proper kitchen or tools to really flex my culinary muscle. He steps up behind me and plants a tender kiss on my neck.

“What would you like to drink?” He mumbles against my skin.

“Mmm, do you have any wine?” He steps away and opens his monster size refrigerator.

“I don’t. Sorry. I don’t really drink much so there’s no alcohol in the house.”

“Maybe we should go get some. I don’t know about you, but I could use a drink.” I talk to the cutting board as I season our steaks.

“I’d prefer if we didn’t.” His tone as dropped and I stop what I’m doing to face him.

“Why?” My curiosity wins out over my better judgment and I want to know. He moves about the kitchen collecting utensils and dishes to set the table. His muscle capped shoulders shrug nonchalantly.

“My father is a drunk. Has been all my life. I just don’t care for the shit.” Note to self. Alcohol is a no-go. I suppose it’s really no big deal. I don’t drink very often either. I like the occasional beer or glass of wine, but it’s pretty sporadic.

“Oh.” It’s the only thing I can come up with. What the hell is my problem? Should I hug him? No. I would hate that shit. I decide to just leave it alone and change the subject.

“So what do I have to do tomorrow at the store?”

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