My Love Break (8 page)

Feeling confident in myself once more, I arched closer to him, letting my hands roam over his wide shoulders and down his strong arms.

Damian tunneled his fingers through my hair. He tilted my head back and possessed me through his kiss. We both moaned loudly as our tongues slid against each other. The sensuous movement of his kiss promised sensual delights.

I didn’t want to wait any longer for his cock. I wanted it in me. I wanted to come all over it and then I wanted him to make me do it again.

I whispered as much to Damian. His fingers tightened painfully in my hair. The reminder of his power over me drove me wild.

I rubbed my tits against his chest and lost myself to the tease of his skin against my sensitive nipples. I was so turned on that I nearly came right then and there.

Which didn’t go unnoticed by Damian.

He pulled back and cupped my face. “Remember, Risa. All of your pleasure belongs to me.”

I pressed myself against him, wanton and free. Would I have been so bold without the blindfold? Maybe, but I was glad to not have to think about it then. I was safe behind my stricture and I embraced it fully.

“Damian, I’m so hot for you. I want to come. Please make me come. Please?”

He chuckled, obviously more than a little turned out by my shamelessness. “Such a good girl.”

I imagined the look on his face, lusty, domineering, and pleased with me. I wanted to see him. I wanted that pleasure for myself. My cruel lover was already taking everything else for himself.

“Damian, please take off the blindfold. I want to look at you.”

He lips feathered across mine. I licked them, moaning when his tongue played with mine. What would he do with that tongue? Would he lick my body from head to toe? I couldn’t wait to find out.

“Anything for you, my sweet girl.”

The blindfold came off. Damian’s gaze was inches from mine. I could see every fleck in his wonderfully mismatched orbs. Need for me burned bright. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I arched against him and spread my thighs over him.

Damian’s hands gripped my hips. “What do you think you’re doing?”

He promised he wouldn’t play games with me, but what else could this be? Damian had to know I was hot and aching for him.

“I want you.”

He bent his head and tongued my nipple. Each rhythmic stroke sent a shard of painful need straight to my clit. I gasped my pleasure while digging my nails into his back.

He then bit down, not gently either.

“Watch your claws, Risa.”

The warning should’ve dampened my desire. Instead, it set me aflame. I bowed over him when his lips fastened around my other nipple. His fingers plucked and rubbed at the recently freed breast, ensuring it wouldn’t feel abandoned.

I heard my moans as a distant thing. I was helpless to Damian’s will. My neglected pussy clenched and released with each drugging pull of his talented mouth. I wanted to rub myself before shoving my fingers as far as they could go.

With any other man I wouldn’t have hesitated. But Damian had been more than clear. I would obey him or he would leave.

It wasn’t fair.

How could I have become so malleable so quickly? The answer didn’t take long. My confidence was built on a foundation of sand when it came to Damian Black. I wanted to please him as I’d never pleased any other man before.

Because I fell in love with him.

He switched from one breast back to the other. Over and over again. My moans progressively grew louder and still Damian wouldn’t touch me where I desperately needed him to.

I didn’t doubt he knew exactly what he was doing.

Just when I didn’t think I could take one more second of his teasing, Damian stood me up on the bed. I struggled to find my footing when he said, “Spread your legs, Risa.”

I shifted my stance.

“Wider.”

I moved again, reaching out to hold onto his shoulders as I steadied myself.

Satisfied, Damian stared at me. He brushed two fingers across my mound and then lightly tugged on the dark hair.

“As pretty as your curls are, sweet, this is going to have to go.”

There was no room in his tone for negotiation. I’d shaved it off a few times, but ultimately let it grow simply because I didn’t like the daily upkeep. I knew then I’d wax it. Although I imagined it would be painful, I found myself excited at showing Damian the bare results.

He leaned forward and nuzzled me. He dropped one quick kiss before standing back.

“Open yourself for me.”

I swallowed thickly. I prayed that it wasn’t going to be another tormenting tease. My hands obeyed. What I was doing for Damian was obscene and so very exciting.

He leaned closer, observing me with unwavering attention. His fixated gaze made me wetter. Soon I struggled to keep myself wide for him when my folds became so slippery.

“Look at all that cream. It’s all for me, isn’t it?”

“Yes, Damian.”

Yes. Damian.

Those were the only two words I ever needed to speak. 

He scented me. “Delicious.” His lips closed over my clit and gave it a strong suck. I immediately buckled and then whined when he stopped sucking. “Keep yourself open or I stop.”

I didn’t need to be told twice.

Satisfied by my eager obedience, Damian fucked me with his mouth. His beautiful lips and talented tongue took me to edge of orgasm more times than I could count on two slippery hands.

I never knew pleasure could be this torturous.

Damian danced me to the edge before leaving me there, alone, panting, and shameless. He was doing a damned good job of training me because as soon as I felt the stir of orgasm, I whimpered his name in warning.

It was a warning he really didn’t need after the third time.

Damian was so attuned to my body that he read me from the faintest of shakes. He’d instantly release my clit or stop tonguing my hole. Only when I regained control did he begin all over again.

Perspiration dotted my forehead while beads of sweat rolled down between my shoulder blades. The throbbing in my ass dulled before fading away as a new throbbing took its place.

Just when I couldn’t take it anymore, Damian left me again.

“Fuck!”

He purred in obvious satisfaction at my shrill scream. “You’re doing so well, little girl. You controlled those orgasms for me and now I think you should be rewarded. Would you like that?”

I could barely hold myself up as excitement tore right though me. “Yes! Please, Damian!”

He removed my hands and kissed my knuckles. “You’re suffering beautifully for me, Risa. Don’t think I haven’t noticed.” His mouth sucked my fingertips, laving each digit one at a time.

Seeing such a powerful man taking care of me sent me into overdrive. I was reduced to a knot of yearning. “I’m trying to please you, Damian.”

“Is making me happy important to you?”

I lifted his hand and kissed the back before resting my hot cheek against it. I wasn’t exaggerating the least bit when I said, “I always want you happy with me, Damian. It’s all I want.”

“Surely not all?”

He took my hand and wrapped it around his hard cock. My fingertips didn’t quite touch. Just the thought of him stretching me wide sent another bolt of lust through me. My desire for Damian trickled down my thigh.

“I definitely want that too.” I delicately pumped him a few times and sighed happily. “You have such a beautiful cock, Damian.”

“And you have such a beautiful pussy.”

“Really?”

“Then why...” I stopped myself. An apostle of truth, Damian wouldn’t hesitate to answer me bluntly. I wasn’t ready for it.

“Go on, little girl.”

My gaze met his and then skittered away. “I’d rather not.”

Damian stared at me for a moment longer than polite and then said, “You’re not going bare for me because I don’t like the way your pussy looks now. You’re going bare for me because I want you open and ready for me at all times.” He tugged my curls. “This gets in the way of that. Not because I find it unappealing.”

His explanation pleased me even as a bout of shyness overcame me. “Oh.”

“Do you have any other fears or questions flitting about in your head or do I have to start licking you all over again?” 

He kissed me as soon as I opened my mouth, as if he didn’t want me to give him an answer just yet. I could taste myself on his tongue. It was so decadent and addictive to suck my juices from his lips. Damian broke our kiss too quickly, leaving me to reach for him so we could keep kissing.

“Remember,” he warned. “I won’t let you come.”

I bit my lip and choked back a whine. “You’re so mean. Don’t you want me to come?”

Damian’s devilish smirk promised me delicious darkness. “Harder than you ever have in your life.”

My knees shook. I pressed harder against him. “I’m ready for whatever, Damian.”

He grabbed my sore ass with both hands and squeezed hard. “Good. I don’t want to wait a minute longer before I fuck you. Although, I did say you could suck my cock…do you still want that, sweet girl?”

Oh God, the teasing in his voice. Damian would deny me no matter what I said, but it wouldn’t be such a hardship. In my mouth or my pussy—as long as I had Damian in me I didn’t care where he started.

“I do but I want you here first.” I brushed a hand against my pussy to show him exactly where I needed him. “But only if it pleases you.”

“Good. Girl.”

Closing my eyes, I felt the world tilt as he laid me on my back. I stretched my arms over my head, wishing my headboard had a railing to grab onto. I had a feeling I would need it.

Damian grabbed a condom he must have laid earlier on my side table. I watched as he unrolled the latex over his thick shaft. He gave it a squeeze while keeping his gaze locked onto the dark triangle between my thighs.

This was actually going to happen. Traitorous thoughts of how other lovers would’ve been done and out the door by now crept into mind. I locked the door behind them.

No one mattered before Damian. I couldn’t see how anyone would matter after him.

He got on the bed, arranging me just so with confidence. Running his hands up my legs, he pressed his thumbs inside me and pulled me open. I arched, loving the feeling but needing more.

“You’re so small, Risa.”

Matter of fact. But I heard the underlying note of concern. At least, I believed it to be concern and not conceit. My darling soon-to-be lover was large in all the right places. Maybe in different circumstances I’d be a bit more cautious in believing I could take him.

“Not too small for you.”

Damian didn’t take my purr in the intended spirit. He eyed me with that clinically detached gaze I found oddly arousing.

“I could hurt you if I’m not careful, little girl. I don’t want to hurt you here, understand?”

“You won’t.”

“I better not.”

My palm cupped his jaw. “You’re so sweet to me, Damian.”

He unashamedly shattered his selfless image. “You won’t fuck me again if it hurts.”

I couldn’t help it. I laughed. Although Damian didn’t join me I could see humor lighten the harshness of his mouth.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t laugh, but honestly. I can’t imagine not letting you fuck me. Don’t you know I’ve been waiting for a man like you all my life?”

My laughter died a vicious death. I was afraid Damian would see more into my words than I was ready to let him see.

“I...I...didn’t mean to say that...”

Damian suddenly pulled me beneath him, saving me from myself and my big, stupid mouth.

He kissed that stupid mouth as if he was a starving man and I was the only sustenance in the world. He devoured me completely. Soon I forgot all about my embarrassment. Damian was my anchor and I wasn’t about to let him go.

He lifted up my thigh and pressed it against his lean hip after giving me another long, drugging kiss. In that moment, I wished I was taller just so I could keep kissing Damian.

Those bits of wishful thinking vanished as the broad head of his thick cock nudged my pussy. I tilted my hips, eager to feel the deep slide of him breaching me.

Damian didn’t plunge in as I imagined he would. He took his time, rocking his hips slowly against me. Once he slipped in I understood why he worried about me being able to take him.

I blindly reached for his arms and groaned as the first few inches pushed inside me. My delicate tissues struggled to accommodate his girth, but I still suffered the sting of possession.

“Damian, oh my God!”

He was so big. I loved a big cock but this was fucking obscene. Arching up, I pressed my hands on his chest and groaned his name.

“Come on, baby. You can take me.”

Holy fuck! Hearing his purr made me wetter. Damian slid in deeper. His low laughter became the beat of my heart. His hips continued to rock slowly against mine. I spread my legs wider, one hand gripping his shoulder and the other wound tightly against the sheets.

I couldn’t breathe. I felt so full, near to bursting. I ached with it. I loved it. I needed more.

Damian controlled the pace. Slow. Deliberate. It was torture but one I’d take again and again.

“Do you see why I needed you to be dripping for me, Risa?”

Fuck yes I did. Just imagining his mouth on my pussy made his entry easier. Damian suddenly filled me all the way to the hilt. We both groaned loudly.

“I feel you, Damian. Oh my God! You’re so...oh God!”

“How’s my girl doing?”

His whisper sent shivers throughout my over-sensitized body. “Good. Better than good.”

Damian kissed my neck, biting down on my shoulder and then soothing the sting with tiny kisses. “I’m going to fuck you until you scream, Risa. Are you ready, little girl?”

I draped my arms around his neck. “Yes, Damian.”

Yes. Damian.

He held himself up on his arms and then proceeded to show me exactly how out of control he could make me with just a few deep thrusts.

I drew my legs up, tilting my hips further just so he could brush against my aching clit. I was out of my mind with pleasure. Nothing in my life had ever felt as wonderful as having Damian Black drill me into the mattress.

I was his to do with as he pleased. I was his living fuck doll come to life.

“You feel so fucking good, Risa! I knew it would be like this!” he panted against my mouth. I worked to keep pace with him before I gave up and just held on. Nothing could’ve prepared me for how good it was.

Damian fucked me as if he owned me. I was out of my mind with ecstasy. We shared the same breaths and strained ever-harder to touch and caress each other while drowning in our carnal addiction.

I loved hearing Damian’s grunts as he slammed deep inside me. The civility of his being shaved down with each stroke excited me. This was a Damian I’d never grow tired of seeing.

No longer a proper gentleman with filth staining his speech.

“I love how fucking wet you are, Risa!”

Looking down, I saw his heavy shaft enter me and then pull all the way out, gleaming brightly with my juices, before forcing its way back in. I dropped my head back on the bed, overcome by the raw sight and only a few strokes away from coming.

Damian quickly gripped my neck, forcing me to look up at him. “Don’t. You. Dare. Fucking. Come. Risa.”

The pressure, along with his vicious growl, nearly did me in. I locked my thighs around his hips. “Please...I can’t...it’s too much!”

Damian’s expression turned ruthless. “I’ll stop if you can’t get it under control.”

“No!” I clenched my fists and desperately fought back the waves threatening to take me under.

Control. What a dirty, fucking word.

Perhaps taking mercy on me, Damian slowed his thrusts. It only made things worse. I was spread so wide open that every slide of his cock teased my clit. I really couldn’t take it. Finally I let out a high-pitched scream of frustration.

“There it is.” Damian’s fingers flexed against my throat. He gazed at me with something akin to pride. “That’s my good girl. You can come now, Risa.”

I instantly arched my back and begged him to keep going. Damian swerved his hips, setting me free to scream his name as I came harder than I could ever remember doing.

“Damian! Oh my fucking God! Ah!”

Lost in my orgasm, I felt as if every one of my nerve endings were firing off in bliss. I didn’t want it to ever stop. As if he knew of my wish, Damian sat back and draped me across his thighs. He gripped my hips in his hands and teased me with long strokes. This sent me into a second orgasm before I’d come down from my first.

My throat choked out his name again as I threw my arms behind me. Writhing, I barely held on as Damian slammed me up and down.

“Once the paperwork comes back clean, I’m going to fuck you raw and fill you up with my come.”

I screamed his name again.

“You like that, dirty girl? You want my come to fill all your holes?”

Still coming down from the best two orgasms of my life, I babbled that I would very much like that.

“Yeah?”

I whimpered and promised him I definitely would. “I want you to cover me in your come, Damian. I wanna be drenched in it.”

“Mmm, by this time next week you’ll suck it down like candy.”

I pushed up on my arms and licked my lips. “I can’t wait.”

My words set something obsessively dark into motion. Damian stopped. He studied me in that cold, detached, and hot-as-hell way of his.

“We don’t have to wait until next week for everything. I’m going to fill one of your holes up tonight. The second no but I will use it. The third will happen within an hour after we get the clearance.”

He had to be talking about anal. I froze and then relaxed. The thought of it sent a wicked urgency through me. I’d never done it before but I definitely wanted to do it with Damian.

Although how I’d manage it was beyond me. I could barely take him now. I couldn’t imagine how tight of a fit it would be in my virgin ass.

“I know what you’re thinking, Risa,” he crooned. “And you’re wrong.”

Damian’s hands slid up to my breasts, lazily tweaking my nipples and getting me hot for him as if I hadn’t just come. It was an itch I couldn’t scratch. It drove me crazy in the best way
.

“What am I wrong about?”

“You’ll see.” He forced me off his dick and lifted me up. He kissed away my whine of disappointment before teasing and sucking my hard nipples into his mouth. I gripped his hair, pushing deeper into his talented mouth.

Bending me back over his strong arm, Damian feasted on my breasts. He made sure he paid special attention to my lips before returning back. I felt my long hair brush lightly against my sore backside. Each swing tickled, bringing a unique sweetness of the prickly discomfort there to contrast beautifully against the pleasurable sensations centered on my breasts.

Just when I was on the verge of begging him to let me come once again, Damian grabbed me by the back of my neck and forced me to my feet. He marched me into my bathroom. Shocked by change of events, I tried to fit the pieces together but came up disjointed.

I had no control of the situation. Taking one look at Damian’s closed expression, I wondered if I ever did.