NovelReadingNot sorry, just sore
F*ROMANY**
"I'm going to go shower and get dressed for dinner," Damien says, kissing the side of my neck and caressing my
breasts.
He's laying behindon my bed, with his thick arms wrapped around my waist and his massive dick between
my folds. | am flat on my stomach and about one orgasm away from death, as I try to catch my breath. His
muscles flex and shift as he lifts himself off ofthen strokes and squeezes the back of my ass. Suppressing a
moan, | hold myself perfectly still. If he knows how much | enjoyed what he just did we might *never* leave this
room and | think | may be dehydrated. One thing is for sure, | am terribly close to passing out. My muscles feel
like jelly, or jello, or *pudding*. They're weak, is what I'm trying to say. I think | ca total of six times to his
four. FOUR, that's right. One soft and passionate round, then one wild and borderline painful, then another with
finally, he flippedonto my stomach and pinnedto the bed. Grinding himself into my heat from behind
me, he began a rhythmic pounding. All | could do was moan. Every the sensed | was about to climax, he
would pull out ofand tremble against my back. Cursing and wiggling, | would try to reach for him and
*tempt* him into fuckinginto orgasm, but he would just groan and pin my hands to my sides. Each kiss on
my back, or stroke over my body, caused a flood of liquid to drip from between my thighs and he would lather
himself in it before slowly plunging back into my core. He drovefucking insane, but God, | exploded into a
sea of divine satisfaction when | was finally allowed to come. After what | thought was my final orgasm, | felt his
shaft swell inside of me, trapped in the grip of my tightening walls and | made the mistake of trying to arch up
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtagainst him. He hissed, his teeth clamping down on my earlobe in warning before he twisted both of my arms
behind my back and pounded intomercilessly. Before | could even register what was happening, | came
again with my mouth wide open and silent cry on my lips. | was in shock as | quivered and jerked beneath him.
My body was riding a slow, steady burn of pleasure that left my core pulsing in the aftermath.
It might have been the urgency of his thrusts that brought it on, or even the feeling of him losing himself inside
ofand fillingwith his cum once again. But do you know what | *think* it was that did it? When he pinned
my arms between us and began to piston into me, | felt the sharpest pinch of arousal in my belly. It felt like there
was a string somewhere inside ofthat went from my tummy to my clit. A string that Damien had just
strummed across. Sending wanton vibrations of sensual pleasure from my slit to my womb. The fact that he
restrainedjust to use my body for his own satisfaction, sentspiraling over the edge and into the wild. It
was fucking hot as hell and if it's the last thing I do, | will endeavor to inspire that type of madness the very next
chance | get.
As for now, | think a shower and dinner sounds perfect. That is... if | can manage to find my legs.
Dragging myself into my knees, | nearly tumble off the side of the bed, but Damien rightswith one arm then
whipsup into his arms to stare down at me.
"Where are you trying to get to, baby?" he asks, his dark blue eyes sparkling with amusement.
God his chest is beautiful. And his shoulders too. Stroking one hand across his pectorals, | dip my fingers in and
out of every groove. He shivers.
"Baby," he pleads, his voice husky. "You're going to makehard again."
| bite my lip, ripping my hands away from his deliciousness and tossing them into the air like I'm being arrested.
"Not that every moment of it wasn't absolutely wonderful, but | there are muscles that | didn't even know that |
had before today and the only reason why | know about them *now,* is because they're sore. So, if you would be
so kind, I'd like to be placed inside the shower please."
"Yes ma'am. | wish | had clean clothes with me. I'd shower with you," he says, kissing my lips before placing my
feet on the cool tile floor.
My legs protest something fierce and the moment I'm alone I'm going to have to stretch just to balance things
out. *Maybe if | supercross my legs? Is that even a thing?*
It's clear that | am going to feel every single step that | take for the next two weeks. Maybe | should try working
out a little. It couldn't hurt - what with all the sex I've been having.
*God! | really have been quite the little whore lately, haven't 17*
Oh well, sorry not sorry, just sore.
"Meet you in the dining room?" he asks shyly as he closes the glass door and | turn on the water.
"Yes, absolutely," | agree, blowing him a kiss and watching his face pinken with a blush.
"I really should go," he says, eyeing my body greedily as | cover myself in soap suds.
"You should," | agree. Turning my back on him, because he's still not wearing a shirt. Trying to keep my eyes on
regular things, like the washcloths, the water, the walls, the *anything* that isn't covered in thorny vines, is
makingfeel like an idiot.
*Fuck. Stare if you have to. It's alright. Just keep your legs closed, it is that damn simple.*
After shampooing my hair and rinsing it out, | turn around expecting to still see him standing there, but he's not.
He's gone.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm*Damn it.*
Five minutes later, I'm out of the shower and wrapped in my robe. I'm rifling through my closet for something to
wear when a shadow passes behindand chuckle, thinking it's Damien. It isn't.
"Hello again, Miss Dubois. | hope you haven't forgotten me."
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