Page 27 of Size Queen
It’s not just the feeling of his power that turns me on immensely. He rams his mighty rod perfectly against my G-spot. Our rhythm is so exquisite that it drives my body wild beyond measure. I can barely tell when one orgasm ends and another begins.
He eventually lets go of my throat, pulling his glistening meat from out of my vagina and using it as a paintbrush to smear my juices back on my own skin.
“You want it doggie-style, darling?” he says in my ear before nibbling it.
Without giving a vocal affirmation, I flip myself over on the couch, sticking my ass up in the air for him. He spanks it hard, causing me to moan.
“Keep spanking me…” I beg.
He gives me what I ask for and then some. He paddles my ass with such might that I can feel the red building in my cheeks. He bends me over just right and puts his dick back inside of me so he can fuck me from behind.
He continues to smack my ass while he fucks me. At certain points, he even puts a finger inside my ass. Each time is a surprise, and it almost always brings me to the edge of orgasm.
He alternates between cupping my breasts as they swing and pulling my hair. His hands often gravitate back toward my neck, but he always resists the urge… I wouldn’t mind if he wanted to choke me again, though.
I back up into him, and this seems to both surprise him and delight him immensely. This is too sexy for us both. I’m impressed with his stamina, and I’m perplexed as to why I haven’t collapsed from the sheer momentum of it all.
When he finally bursts, I can feel it all as it fills me up… He is warm, and he is mine.
Our passion burnsinto the night. At some point, while we rest in each other’s arms, he passes out. I stay in his arms—warm, caring, genuine—thinking about our many nights of passion before and to come.
At some point in the silence of the night, the thought that I still haven’t had my period yet returns. I’m not bleeding. There’s no blood on the bed or on Damon… I’m sure, knowing my luck, that I’m likely going to have it first thing in the morning. I’m looking forward to the prospect of waking to cramps and nausea.
Instead of spending the night again, I decide to take my leave, and I slowly slink out of bed. The only thing I regret is having to abandon his embrace.
I consider leaving a note, but I feel compelled to fib or outright lie. I think about telling him I’m leaving because I have a show to go to or work I have to do. Seeing as none of those excuses are true, I decide to flee in total silence. I just hope he won’t be upset or mad at me.
Maybe it’s more than just physical attraction that’s keeping me and Damon so richly bonded together.