As she pulled her mouth away, a drop of pre-cum glistened from the slit on the top of the head. It grew larger and then slowly dribbled over the crown and collided with her hand.
She darted forward and licked it away. He groaned and urged her head back down, raising his hips to meet her halfway.
“Make me come, Serena mine,” he said hoarsely.
She took him hard. As ruthlessly as he’d taken her pussy that morning. She tightened her grip on his cock and jerked up and down as her mouth surrounded and swallowed him. Her eyes closed and she surrendered to the pleasure she gave as well as took.
His finger curled into her scalp and suddenly he yanked her down, thrusting hard and deep into her mouth. Hot cum splashed into her mouth, covering her tongue. She swallowed and still more shot down her throat.
As he quivered and twitched beneath her, she eased up and gentled her movements. Lovingly she sucked and soothed with her tongue, lapping every drop of moisture from his cock.
Still holding his pulsing cock in her hand, she let go with her mouth and lowered her head to swipe her tongue over the puckered skin of his sac. His balls rolled beneath her mouth as she captured a stray drop of semen that had spilled onto his skin.
He groaned and stroked his hands through her hair, over her scalp and then over her face. He touched and petted as though he couldn’t get enough. Approval was there in each caress, and when she finally looked up, his eyes glowed with contentment.
“How much longer, Sam?” Damon called to the front.
Serena flinched but controlled her embarrassment. She knew why Damon had once again drawn attention to the driver. As he stated, he wanted her to get used to being used whenever and wherever the mood struck him. A curious curl, a tingle almost, did a slow roll through her belly at the idea that Sam could hear but not see everything that went on in the backseat.
“Fifteen minutes, sir.”
“Plenty of time,” Damon murmured.
She lifted her eyebrow in question as she reconnected with his gaze. “Plenty of time for what?”
“Take off your panties, Serena,” he said, ignoring her question. “Do it quickly.”
Flushing, she reached down, fumbling with her dress as she reached for her underwear. Holding on to his leg with one hand, she worked the panties down with her other. It was difficult, wedged between the seats as she was, but she finally wrested her legs free of the material and dropped the underwear on the seat.
Damon smiled. “Now, suck me hard again. You have five minutes. When I’m ready, I want you to climb onto my lap, pull up your dress and sheathe yourself on my dick.”
CHAPTER 18
Damon’s cock lay at an angle, the tip resting on his abdo men. Carefully, she curled her fingers around it, bringing it upright and to her mouth.
It was warm and softer in her mouth than just a moment ago, but at the first touch of her tongue, it twitched and spasmed. Lovingly, she stroked and sucked, feeling as he gradually hardened again. It took him longer this time, but she coaxed and licked until he was stiff and erect.
Still, she waited for his command.
“Are you ready for me, Serena?”
She nodded, never taking her mouth from his cock.
“Are you wet?”
Again she nodded.
“Show me. Take your hand. Slide it between your legs. Touch yourself and then show me your fingers.”
She released his cock and reached down, fumbling with her dress. She was definitely wet. Very wet, and her pussy ached for release. When her fingers slid over her clit, her shoulders shook. Lower, to where her moist center pulsed, she inched her finger until it was adequately coated. She retracted her hand and held it out to Damon.
He captured her wrist in one hand and gently pulled her fingers to his mouth. He put one in his mouth and sucked it inside.
“Come to me,” he said in a voice that was deep and honeyed. It mesmerized her.
Clutching at his leg with her free hand, she rose from her perch on the floorboard. He reached for the ends of her dress, lifting as she moved to straddle him. He dropped her wrist and gripped the tops of her thighs, spreading her as he positioned her on his lap.
“Put your hands on the top of the seat,” he ordered. “Lean up so I can penetrate you.”
She did as he said and lifted herself slightly as he reached underneath her to position his cock.
“Now take me, Serena.”
She eased back down, and the head of his dick bumped against her core before finally rimming her entrance and sliding within. His hand gripped her waist, and he pulled her down to meet his upward thrust.
The first shock of his possession nearly sent her orgasm crashing around her, but he cupped her chin and yanked downward until she met his gaze.
“You will come only when I tell you that you may. For now, you’ll see to my pleasure.”
She sucked in her breath and nodded even as she wondered if she’d be able to prevent something as inevitable as her release.
“Ride me,” he said.
Gripping the top of the seat behind his shoulders, she rose and fell, taking him deep with each downward plunge. He was thick, and she was so tight around him. Her pussy stretched to accommodate him, and she could feel him in every nerve ending.
He released his grip on her waist and slid both his hands up her belly to her breasts. Through the material of her dress, he plucked and tweaked at her nipples until they thrust forward, hard and erect.
“Harder,” he urged. “You’re running out of time. We’ll be home soon and fucking in my driveway as Sam waits for us to get out.”
Instead of dousing her ardor, the image he evoked sent a decadent thrill through her system. A warm flush surged through her veins, and for a moment, she was tempted to delay his orgasm until they were, indeed, fucking in the driveway of his home.
“It excites you,” he murmured, and as she opened her eyes, she could see he looked pleased.
He ceased toying with her nipples and cupped her shoulders, grinding her down over his cock. After a few moments, he ran his palms down her back until he reached the rumpled hem of her dress resting against his legs.
He tugged until the material came free, and then he reached underneath to cup her ass. His hands weren’t gentle as he gripped the globes. His thumbs dug into her sides as he lifted and then pulled her down. His cock hammered at her pussy, stretching her entrance with each thrust.
The car slowed, and she caught her breath as she frantically looked out the window to see that they had pulled up to Damon’s house.
“Do not stop,” Damon warned. “You will finish this before we get out.”
The car stopped and Sam got out. The car shook slightly when he closed his door, but he didn’t open the backseat. She could see that he stood with his back to their window, simply waiting for them to finish.
“Fuck me, Serena. Fuck me hard.”
She rode him, faster and harder as she stared out the back window of his car.
“Use your hand,” he said. “Touch yourself while you fuck me. I want to feel you come around my cock before I empty myself into your womb.”
Only too glad to accommodate him, she reached down and yanked impatiently at her dress to move it out of the way. Her fingers found her clit and she immediately began stroking the swollen nub.
His hands tightened around her ass, and his hips bucked upward, fucking her with savage intensity. For all his calm and control, when it came to sex, he was an animal.
“Come,” he gasped. “Orgasm for me, Serena. Let me feel you go wet around me.”
She moaned. Her mouth went dry and she swallowed rapidly as her hand moved faster, and he pumped harder.
“Yes,” she whimpered. “Please don’t stop, Damon.”
She went crazy in his arms, writhing and bucking as her fire raged stronger. Unbearable pressure built within her, straining to its breaking point.
And then she burst. Scattered like leaves in the wind. She went in a hundred different directions.
Vaguely she registered him holding her, soothing her with gentle hands as he whispered in her ear. Every part of her trembled and shook, almost violent and out of her control.
As she sank onto his chest, he rammed upward one last time, shaking her body with his strength. And then he stilled. His arms wrapped around her, and he held her tightly to him, both of them spent and shaking.
For the longest time, he merely held her, their bodies still connected. She couldn’t move. Could barely process what had just happened.
Then he lifted her slightly and slid out of her pussy. He rolled her to the side so that she sat in the seat with her legs over his lap. He arranged her dress so that it covered her bare flesh, and then moved her legs so that he could fasten himself back up.
He reached over and tapped at the window, and Sam immediately turned to open the door. Damon got out first and then he reached his hand to help Serena out.
Her bare feet hit the hot pavement, and she stood up on shaky legs. But Damon didn’t give her time to regain her footing before he simply swept her into his arms and strode toward the house.
She could only imagine what she looked like, and thank God Damon shielded her so well. Her face was buried in his neck, and he held her up and turned into him so that she was afforded as much modesty as possible under the circumstances.
She didn’t see who opened the door, only that it was wide when Damon got there. He swept in and carried her toward the bedroom. When he set her down on the bed, she just lay there like a limp noodle, tired and sated.
Warm lips nuzzled her temple as gentle hands smoothed the hair away from her face. He tugged her dress from her body, leaving her naked on the bed. Then he was gone. Given no instructions, she opted to remain where she was, not that she could have moved anyway.
In a moment, Damon returned with a damp cloth. Tenderly, he bathed her thighs and cleaned his seed from between her legs.
“Roll over onto your belly,” he said softly.
With his help, she managed to roll until her face was buried in the sheets, her arms splayed wide over the bed. He chuckled.
“Have I worn you out, Serena mine?”
“Mmmm.” It was all she could muster.
“Soon you will rest,” he murmured.
Soon? That meant he had something in mind. She only hoped it didn’t require her to move.
He began to caress her back, his hands rolling and kneading. She moaned in pleasure, the sounds slipping past tired lips.
Up and down her body, from her neck and shoulders to the globes of her ass, he touched, petted and massaged. Then he pulled his hands away and she heard a top being uncapped. Plastic. Warm liquid dribbled down her spine and then his hands returned, rubbing the oil into her skin.
The bed dipped as he crawled onto it beside her. There wasn’t an inch of her skin he didn’t mark in some way. His touch branded into her flesh, hot and sensual.
Chill bumps beaded and popped down her arms even as exquisite pleasure bathed her body. Julie’s massages had nothing on the magic Damon performed.
His palms cupped her bottom, squeezing and plumping, his fingers working ever closer to the cleft between. She inhaled sharply when his finger rimmed her anal entry, feather soft and seeking.
Again she heard the cap being opened. Two fingers spread her ass cheeks, baring her opening. Oil dropped into the cleft, sliding over her skin. His fingers wiped at the lubricant, spreading it and then pressing at her anus.
Her hands gathered the sheets in a ball and she squeezed her eyes shut. Did he mean to fuck her ass now, when she didn’t have the strength to possibly formulate any kind of protest? She knew he wouldn’t hurt her, but this was something alien to her. She’d never had anal sex before. It hadn’t even crossed her radar.
“Relax,” he said gently as he probed delicately with his finger.
His finger slid in, and she gasped aloud. Back and forth he slowly worked his finger. It didn’t hurt. It felt . . . She wasn’t sure what it felt like. It was new. Forbidden and exciting.
As his finger continued to stroke inside, he dribbled more lubricant into her opening until it was slick. Then he added another finger.
She moaned through clenched teeth as he stretched and manipulated her. Was it supposed to feel good? Heat bloomed in her ass and radiated to her pussy until, despite her fatigue, her loins tightened, her clit swelled and the ache of a new orgasm lurked on the horizon.
When he pulled his hand away, she damn near cried out her protest. Before she could turn her head to see if he was leaving her, something else replaced his fingers. It lacked his warmth and was much harder. It felt . . . plastic.
Her eyes flew open as it breached her opening, slick with lubricant but hard and unyielding. Back and forth, barely rimming her entrance, Damon patiently worked the object.
Then her opening widened, stretched tighter around the plastic as he pushed it further inside. It was smaller at the tip but larger as it gained depth.
No longer able to contain her curiosity, she tilted her head up and asked, “What is it?”
Damon’s free hand settled on the small of her back. “It’s okay, Serena. Trust me. I won’t hurt you. I’m inserting a plug. I don’t want taking me to be painful for you so you’ll wear this for a while.”
