Page 59 of Off-Limits

I want to keep her.

Dottie grips my forearms, bringing me back to the moment, and I see what she needs without a damn word. She needs more. Thank fuck, because I’m slowly going insane here at this punishing pace.

“Play with yourself, baby. Show me what makes you feel good.”

Dottie hesitates and I smirk at her. I know I’m an asshole with this being her first time but there is something sofilthy and raw about it, and I want her to be that with me. I stop moving and she whimpers.

Slowly she moves her shaky hand down her body before she takes her middle finger and starts rubbing. Small, delicate circles, and I watch in awe for a few seconds before the urge to move takes over.

Snapping my hips back, I drive back into her, causing her to cry out. I repeat the motion over and over, edging myself to an inch of my life.

I won’t come until she has.

“How does it feel, baby? You like the feel of me inside of you, knowing I’m the only man that’s ever been here?” I ask, reaching up and pinching her nipple.

“Yes!” she cries out, throwing her head back.

“Uh no. Eyes on me, sweet girl.”

She pins me with those damn eyes I love, and I snap forward again while I pull at her nipple ring. With each tug and thrust, Dottie’s tight cunt squeezes my cock like a damn vice, and I struggle to keep my own orgasm at bay.

“Faster, please. I need more,” she begs, and I grind down and give her what she wants.

Faster.

Harder.

More.

I glance down and watch how her pussy swallows my cock for a few seconds, while she plays with herself, but I want to watch her face when she shatters around my cock for the first time.

“Fucking hell, Dottie, you feel so damn good,” I growl.

Sweat drips down my brow and I see the beads forming on her brow as well, she’s close, I can feel it. I just need to hold out a little longer, but as the telltale signs of my orgasm tug at my balls, I let out a feral growl.

“Damon!” she screams as her body starts shaking and I feel her cunt throb.

Her eyes are hooded, and her mouth is in the shape of an O while the orgasm moves through her, and she gushes all over my damn cock. She’s perfect, and it kills me seeing how gorgeous she is as she gives me what she’s given no other.

Her innocence.

Her trust.

Her.

“That’s it, Dottie, give it to me,” I demand, snapping my hips forward one more time before I still, my balls draw tight, and I recklessly spill inside of her.

Panting, we both don’t move a muscle, and I wonder if it’s because she’s spent or cataloguing everything in her damn head now that she’s come. Is she regretting it? I hope not, because I don’t.

“Dottie?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you ok?”

“I will be,” she admits, looking away from me.

Fuck.