Page 8 of Give It a Day (Song-Smith #1)
“No to the wedding.” I moan louder and louder as he keeps hitting the spot inside me that makes me see white, and he kisses me until I’m melting beneath him .
He pulls back to look at me with a fierce determination. “We’ll see about that,” he snarls, his hips stuttering as he hits his own climax. He buries himself deep inside me and holds still, his hot seed filling me.
“Fuck, Damon, pull out!”
He ignores my protest, still pinning me down, his cock still buried deep inside. “No, because you’re mine .”
Hearing his possessive words, I feel my pussy milking his cock. I’m coming again from this man breeding me even though I told him not to.
Really, heart and pussy? This does it for you, huh? Fuck. I’m so fucked.
Damon is making me do things I wouldn’t normally agree to, but my body’s made up my mind.
His lips curve into a smug smile, while my pussy milks every last drop from him greedily. He leans down to whisper in my ear, his breath tickling my neck. “See what your body wants, even if your voice won’t admit it?”
“Don’t be a dick, Damon.” I smirk back at him, though more tired, compared to the way his smirk is more effortlessly charismatic.
“I got what I wanted. Did you?” Of course I’m referring to the fact that I got laid, and that he’s still not going to make me walk down the aisle at our supposed wedding that’s taking place in less than a couple of hours. Insane .
I may be totally fucked for being into Damon’s devilish side, but a wedding so soon after meeting is actually completely nuts.
A deep chuckle rumbles in his chest as he pulls back to look at me. “Oh, I’m gonna get exactly what I want too, little bird,” he says with a smirk, gently pushing my hair from my face. I can so easily bite those fingers, but they sure feel good touching me instead.
“ Little bird …” I mirror in a murmur of disdain, knitting my brows at him, and hiding the way I want to melt under his touch some more.
Instead, I try to slip out from under him to start getting dressed and hopefully flee this place before I’m forced into a wedding I don’t wanna be part of.
When I try to slip away, he only holds me tighter, his muscles flexing. “Heading somewhere?” His voice drops to a husky whisper. “We both know you’re not leaving this car until you say you’ll marry me.”
His cock twitches inside me, still hard. I let out a breathy moan. “I told you…” I say, glaring at him as I try to still my racing heart. “I’m not marrying you.”
His eyes narrow, danger flickering within their gray depths. “Then I guess you’re stuck with me for a while longer,” he says. To emphasize his point, he begins to slowly thrust his hips, his still-hard cock moving inside me with lazy strokes.
“Oh, fuck .” My pussy drips with my juices and his come, sticky between my thighs and leaving wet trails on the seat of this car, which is shaking as Damon picks up the pace. He moves faster and harder, filling the cramped space with obscenely wet noises.
“Damon! Damon !” Am I begging him to stop? Or begging him for more? Which one am I more afraid of?
“Give in,” he whispers, pounding into my sensitive core with more vigor. “Be my wife.” Even in my distracted state, it’s clear to me that his dominant nature is taking over completely as he claims my body, still demanding my submission.
“You really gotta have your way?” I laugh bitterly before I moan again when he hits that spot that makes me dig my fingernails into the back of his suit jacket.
He chuckles deeply. “I always get my way. And today, my way is having a ring on your finger and my heir in your womb.” He punctuates his words with hard thrusts.
“Already in the honeymoon phase, Damon?” I smirk, but only briefly. It fades away as my body trembles, and another wave of orgasm is reaching me .
His body tenses as I come again, and he quickens his pace, making me scream. “Another one already?”
“Shut up and keep fucking me, dick!” I snap and glare at him.
“With pleasure,” he hisses, his dominant side somehow pleased by my sharp tone.
He pounds into me with raw, animalistic desire, filling the car with the sounds of my moans and the wet slaps of him pistoning in and out of me, of our hips meeting over and over again.
My cries of pleasure, broken and breathy, add to the sounds in the car as it rattles from how forceful he’s fucking me, making my orgasm come wave after wave again.
It feels like a beautiful eternity beneath his body, falling apart, not thinking about anything but the endless satisfaction he’s giving me.
I lose track of time, getting lost in all of it, until my body can’t take anymore, squirming from overstimulation, my lips begging for mercy, despite my heart wanting more.
“Begging again?” He lets out a mean laugh, thrusting deeper. “The only mercy you’re getting is when I finally decide I won’t stop wrecking this perfect little pussy of yours. All you have to do is say you’ll marry me.”
His body tenses again, making the same sounds and look of concentration when he came earlier, but he stalls it to torture me, even though it’s written all over his face that he needs to come.
“You really are a dick, Damon… I’m not going to marry you,” I whisper between heavy breaths, as my body moves with his, my face twisting in both pleasure and overwhelm from getting closer and closer to reaching past my limits.
“Give in.” His strong hands wrap around my neck. He doesn’t squeeze but holds me there, his thumb stroking. “You will marry me.”
“No,” I gasp out, squirming.
“Submit to me, or I’ll keep you locked in this car, fucking you until you can’t walk anymore.” His hand around my throat tightens slightly. The car shakes violently from the force of his thrusts.
I gasp again at his words, cheeks reddening that he might make good on that threat. I ignore his barked orders and whimper, “I can’t take anymore…”
“Then say yes,” he pants out, one hand moving to roughly grab my breast while the other remains around my neck. His pace becomes cruel, the car’s windows fogging up completely. “You’re close again, aren’t you?”
I nod, panting. “I’m so close, but it’s starting to hurt too…”
“Good,” he growls, continuing his relentless pace. “I want you to remember exactly who does this to you, who owns your perfect body…” He leans in close, his breath hot against my ear again. “Who’s the only one who can make you feel this way.”
The cry that leaves my lips comes out more like a whimper, while my eyes roll back, with my entire body shaking as soon as I’m coming for him again.
“Good girl,” he purrs, not stopping his hips’ harsh rhythm.
“But we’re not done until you give me what I want.
Marry me.” His dominant tone leaves no room for argument.
He keeps going, making me scream in delight despite the way my pussy clenches so hard that it feels like my body wants to push Damon out.
“I can’t handle any more, Damon…” I beg desperately as he prolongs this earth-shattering orgasm by still pounding into me. “I can’t! I can’t !”
“Then say you’ll marry me, or I’ll keep fucking you until you pass out.” His hand moves down my body, his thumb finding and rubbing my clit, as his cock continues its crazed pace inside me. The car creaks because of it. Because of him .
My eyes study Damon, taking in the determined look on his face. But I’m stubborn too. “I’d rather…pass out…” I whimper between pained moans as my body reaches a breaking point. I stiffen, still trying to sque eze him out.
“Are you sure?” His mocking voice goes dangerously low. His hand tightens around my neck again, enough to make me feel dependent on him for breath this time. “Once you pass out, I’ll carry you back to that church, put that white dress on you, and make you say ‘I do’ no matter what.”
“I’ll never say it!” I shout, my eyes rolling back and shutting closed as he makes me come again , his thumb rubbing me faster, but not as fast as the way he drives into me.
Breathtaking pleasure washes over me, over and over, making my back arch up as I cry out, my body giving in, reaching well past my limits.
But after a brief moment, my body relaxes, going limp under him as a soft sigh escapes my lips.
I fall into unconsciousness, into nothingness, hearing Damon’s dreamy, dark laughter.
Fuck , he won this round. I won’t let him win another.