I gasped.
“Oh my God,”
I moaned.
“Oh my f*****g God it’s too big. I can’t-I can’t…”
“You can,” he growled.
“Take it.”
I whimpered.
+15 Pointy 3
My nails dug into his chest. His skin was hot. Smooth. His tattoos flexed under my palms like they were alive.
Another inch.
Another stretch.
I couldn’t breathe.
It was too much.
It was splitting me open.
It was so f*****g deep I thought I could feel it in my throat.
But I kept going.
Because I wanted this.
Because my p***y was aching for it.
Because I needed him inside me more than I needed oxygen right now.
I moaned.
Loud. Filthy.
My voice cracked like I was crying.
“Damon-Daddy-it’s too deep-f**k-it hurts but it feels so f*****g good…”
His hands gripped my waist tighter.
“You’re doing so good, kitten,” he said, voice low. Rough. Dangerous.
“Look at you. Taking my c**k like you were made for it.”
I cried out.
I didn’t even realize I was fully seated until my hips hit his thighs.
Oh my God.
He was all the way in.
Every inch.
Every vein.
Every thick, hot, pulsing part of him was inside me.
I felt full.
Stuffed.
Ruin Me
Claimed.
Like this was it. Like this was the moment that was going to change my whole f*****g life.
I sat there for a second, breathing hard. My chest heaving. My t**s bouncing with every inhale.
His c**k throbbed inside me.
And I swear..I felt my body start to tremble.
+15 PONS
“You okay?” he asked, and there was something in his voice. Like he was actually holding back. Like if I said the wrong word he’d flip me over and f**k me so hard the neighbors would hear.
I looked him dead in the eye.
And I smiled.
“Let me ride you, Daddy.” f**k
I couldn’t believe I just f*****g said that.
Like it actually came out of my mouth. Words. Out loud. Not just in my head where everything was fuzzy and hot and wrong but so f*****g good.
He didn’t even answer at first. Just stared.
His jaw clenched.
His hands gripped my hips like he was trying not to snap me in half.
And that look in his eyes.
God.
Like I’d just opened some forbidden door he’d been trying not to kick down.
Like I’d crossed the final line and he was going to make me pay for it in the filthiest, dirtiest, most addictive way.
His c**k twitched inside me.
I felt it.
Every f*****g inch of it.
And something in me snapped.
Something wild.
Something dark.
Something I didn’t even know I was hiding until I was already moving.
My hips shifted.
Just a little.
Just enough.
The friction sent lightning through my spine.
“f**k,”
I whispered, eyes fluttering shut for a second.
“Fuck..oh my God, Damon…it’s…”
“Move,” he growled.
So I did.
I lifted myself slowly, feeling every drag of his c**k along my walls. My muscles were so tight around him, like my p***y didn’t want to let him go. Like I’d already gotten addicted in the first five seconds.
Then I dropped.
Hard.
“Oh my..fuck…!””
My head fell back.
My hair whipped over my shoulders.
My t**s bounced.
My voice cracked.
And he groaned. Loud. Guttural. Like he felt that s**t in his soul.
I did it again.
Lifted.
Dropped.
Lifted.
Dropped.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.