Dirty Devil / The Fling

‘What do you want?’ He growled the words, demanding. ‘Tell me.’

I was panting again, unable to stop, my hips moving against his hold as he tormented me, the heat of his body and the musky scent of fully aroused male like a drug. ‘You,’ I gasped. ‘I want you.’

‘Then take me.’ The molten silver of his eyes held me fast. ‘Put my dick inside you.’

I didn’t think about how I hadn’t done this before. I didn’t even think about how I was going to hide my inexperience from him. Operating entirely on instinct, I reached down, sliding my fingers around his thick shaft, then I positioned myself and guided him into me without any hesitation at all.

It didn’t hurt. It didn’t even sting. There was just an intense stretching sensation and an unfamiliar feeling of fullness that had me panting and trembling uncontrollably. Were all men this big or was it just him?

His jaw was tight, the glitter of his eyes like silver flames. ‘You okay?’

‘Uh...yeah...’ I managed to force out.

‘Good.’ His hand on my hip gentled and he slid his other hand to the small of my back, pressing lightly, encouraging me to arch my spine. ‘Take me deeper, Sugar.’

And I did, groaning at the intensity of the sensation. When I was finally sitting down on him, his cock deep inside me, all I could do was sit there shaking, my hands pressed to his chest, trying to breathe through the pressure.

His body was tense and I knew he was holding himself back. But he didn’t move. Instead, he stroked my back with one of his warm hands, up and down, while with the other he cupped my breast, circling his thumb over my nipple, gently teasing it.

The combination of soothing strokes and white-hot bursts of pleasure was confusing yet erotic as hell. And I found myself forgetting about the pressure of him inside me, leaning back and arching into his hand.

He pinched my nipple lightly and I gasped, flexing my hips, wanting to move, but he remained still, stroking my back unhurriedly as he toyed with my breast.

‘You...c-can move now,’ I stuttered breathlessly. ‘Please.’

‘Not yet.’ His voice was full of lazy heat, as if he could sit there doing this all night. ‘Remember who’s in charge.’

‘But I—’

‘I know. I want to get you off again first.’

‘You already did before.’

‘So?’ He pinched my nipple again, harder, making me groan. ‘One orgasm doesn’t make an orgy. A woman gets to come as many times as she likes; that’s your super-power. And it’s a fucking crime to waste it.’

I stared up at him, exquisitely conscious of him stretched long and thick inside me. Of his body like a furnace against me, smooth skin, hard muscle and iron strength. His gaze searched mine, looking at me as though I was a new language he wanted to learn or a puzzle he wanted to solve.

I liked that, even though I knew I shouldn’t.

Still staring at me, he dropped his hand from my breast down to where we were joined, stroking my clit lightly with one finger. I shook as the pleasure of it licked up my spine, and the hand he had in the small of my back firmed, keeping me there. Then he took one of my hands from his chest and drew it down between us. ‘Put my fingers on your clit. Show me how you like it.’

I was shaking now, unable to think. All I wanted was more of what he’d already given me, so I took his hand and put those warm fingers on my sex, the pressure against my clit. And I showed him, rubbing up and down lightly, tantalisingly, letting the pleasure flood through me.

He didn’t take his gaze from mine as I used his fingers, watching me with such focus it felt as though I was at the centre of his universe. That nothing was more important for him right now than what I was showing him.

‘Fuck, you’re hot,’ he murmured in that dark, purring voice. ‘Keep your eyes on me. I want to watch you come again.’

I could feel his body beneath mine tensing up, but he didn’t move, continuing to hold himself back. And I wanted to push him, drive him as crazy as he was driving me, so I pressed his fingers to my slippery flesh, showing him how I liked it, hard then soft, light then firm, drawing it out until I was gasping and trembling.

‘Come all over my fingers, Sugar,’ he whispered. ‘Do it.’

And I did, my control slipping away, the pleasure washing over me, a deep, strong wave that had me moaning, holding his fingers hard against me as the orgasm caught me up and held me fast.

I was still shuddering through it when he wrapped an arm around my waist and turned us over, so I was lying beneath him and he was still buried deep inside me.

‘I’m going to fuck you now.’ He leaned over me. ‘If it gets too much, tell me to stop.’

‘Okay,’ I croaked, the breath going out of my lungs as his weight settled on me. But, God, he felt good. He was big and hot inside me, and over me too.

Putting one hand on my hip to keep me in place, he reached up with the other and gripped the ornate wooden headboard. Then he drew his hips back in a long, slow glide before pushing forward, again long and slow, using the headboard as leverage.

I gasped and shuddered at the sensation, the aftershocks I was already feeling intensifying, spilling over into yet more, almost unbearable, pleasure.

He thrust again, looking down at me as he moved, his biceps flexing as he gripped the headboard. Going deeper, harder.

‘Yes,’ I whispered raggedly. ‘Yes... God...’

His eyes were pure silver and he wasn’t smiling now, his jaw tight, the expression on his face burning.

I stared back, unable to look away as the pleasure rolled over me, irresistible, unstoppable. The pressure in combination with the intense way he was looking at me was agonising, yet I didn’t want him to stop.

I never wanted him to stop.

I put my hands on his lean hips, his skin hot under my palms, and arched my spine, moving with him, watching the pleasure burn in his eyes.

‘Look at you,’ he purred like a big, lazy cat. ‘Look at you, all beautiful and perfect.’ He drove inside me harder, deeper, searching my face, looking at me as if I was a fabulous new piece of jewellery he wanted to acquire. ‘Who are you? Give me your name.’

I groaned, arching beneath him as another climax threatened. Another one; God! What was this man doing to me?

He adjusted his angle slightly, as if he knew exactly what was going through my head, and suddenly I was shaking and gasping as the pleasure exploded through my body without warning.

He let go of the headboard and gathered me up in his arms, holding me as I shuddered, my face turned into his neck. ‘Thea,’ I said hoarsely against his skin, giving him a gift for all the pleasure he’d given me. ‘My name is Thea.’

His arms around me tightened and he thrust once more, hard and deep, and groaned into my hair, his big body shuddering as the orgasm came for him too. ‘Hi, Thea,’ he whispered after a moment, his voice ragged. ‘I’m Damian.’

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