Sometimes dreams do come true.
For months you've dreamed about it; dreamed about giving him your heart, your soul and your body. Just one night. You've craved it like a drug, but you've never imagined that the dream, that has woken you up, hot, needy and wet, would turn into reality. But it has.
Damon walks towards your slowly, his steps measured and precise. Droplets of water drip from his dark hair, trailing down his chest into unknown places, places you want to explore. Dark eyes study you, never leaving you, silently questioning you. Are you ready? Do you want this? The feel of his eyes on you makes you shiver. His whole being is different from others: vicious, ferocious, demanding…dominant.
He clutches a white towel, such a contrast to his eyes, tightly. So tightly his knuckles are white. You envy that towel, the one thing that stands between you and what you want. You watch his eyes widen – just a fraction – as he sees you sat naked, legs spread, on his bed. His eyes darken and he licks his lips slowly with that tongue that you've dreamed about for many nights.
You've dreamed about him exploring you, hot hands trailing over your body, touching places no one else has ever touched before, torturously setting every nerve in your body alight with fire. His fingers. His tongue. His cock. You want it all. Everything he can give you, and it still won't be enough. For months you've wanted this, this one night…and you'll remember it all your life. Every single little insignificant touch…branded into your memory.
Damon takes a single step towards you. His eyes are alight with lust. Danger emanates from him, exciting you, making you bow down to him, averting his gaze. Submissive. You're his. His to do whatever he pleases with. And you know you'll enjoy it all. He's panting for breath and the hand on the towel shakes slightly, allowing you a view of the dark trail of hairs that lead to the place you desire.
"Please, Damon," you whisper, slowly stroking the inside of your thighs. His eyes follow your fingers, and once more, he licks his lips in anticipation. You part your lips slowly, and you watch as he shudders and groans, images of what you could do with your mouth flashing through his mind. Your mouth. Your beautiful, innocent mouth, pink lips and a sinful tongue…wrapped around his aching cock, doing things even the devil would be ashamed of. He can see your wetness, glistening between your thighs, trickling down onto the bedspread beneath. His bedspread. His room. You're all his, in every way possible.
"Go. Please, leave now," he growls, his lips panting. You know he doesn't mean it. You know he doesn't want you to leave. He's testing you, making sure you really want it. And he knows that too. His voice lacks conviction and his eyes don't stray from your body…your face, your eyes, your breasts, your thighs, your wet, glistening sex. Damon's a predator…you know he lives for the thrill of the chase. You know he won't let your leave.
You breathe heavily. "Why do you say this? You know you don't mean it. I know you want me. I've seen the way you look at me."
He doesn't disagree. Instead he stands where he is, just a few short feet away. His grip on the white towel is relaxing, slowly showing more and more flesh. You lick your lips at the thought of what's to come. Slowly you stand, swaying your hips slightly. He watches you stand, his eyes raking over your body, his eyes appraising you. When you reach him, you trail your hands over his shoulders, feeling the cool, damp expanse of tanned flesh. Damon shudders under your touch. Your hands trail over his chest, dipping slightly with the defined muscles. With strength you didn't know you possessed, you push him back onto the bed.
In the process the offending towel is dropped and you see what you've always wanted to see. His cock, long, thick and erect stands high, bobbing with each of his shallow breaths. Nestled in dark curls, you pause to admire him. He's like everything you imagined and more. The things you wish to do to him…to his cock. Wrap your lips around him, touch him in places you've never touched anyone before…teasingly sink down onto his cock, riding him until you scream his name…
"Are you sure you want this?" He asks lowly, not leaving you any room to back out. He's got you now, and he won't let you go until he's done.
You fall to yours knees in front of him. You know he likes a show. This isn't just an act. Damon's a visual creature, your act is just as important as your performance. "I want you to suck me, bitch. I want you to suck me so hard you choke." Locking eyes with him, you wrap your pink lips around his thick, aching cock. "That's it baby, fucking suck me… I want to see your eyes as I fuck your mouth."
You run your tongue along the sensitive underside of his cock, flicking it every few seconds. Above you, Damon moans, his hands gripping the black sheets tightly. His breathing is shallow and his chest rises unevenly. His dark eyes are fixed on you and his hair falls into his eyes.
Inch by inch you take him in. Every dream you've had, you've dreamed about this. About what you could do to him with your lips, your tongue, your teeth and your mouth. You hollow your cheeks and gently trail your teeth over his length. Damon's quivering. He's holding back from fucking your mouth. His muscles are taunt and his knuckles are white from clutching the bed covers. A string of profanities spill from his mouth.
"Fuck, yeah, my beautiful baby girl. You like my cock in your mouth don't you? Fuck, yeah…" He trails off as you run your lips up and down his length. "You're not innocent…you're a vixen, a sexy vixen who loves to suck my cock. I didn't expect you to be like this…so…so eager. I'm glad I was wrong." He pants, low growls coming from his chest when you hollow your cheeks again.
You snake your tongue around his cock, teasing the tip and tasting his pre-cum. His hands slide into your hair, a silent plea for more. They clench tightly in your hair, a sharp pain running over your scalp. You don't care; all you care about is the cock in your mouth. He stills your head, so you continue to tease him with your tongue. Roughly he begins to thrust into your mouth, gripping your hair tighter to keep you from moving.
"That's it baby doll, I want you to choke on my cock. I want my cock to touch the back of your throat. You like it like this, don't you? Me, fucking your mouth roughly…vicious." Saliva spills from the corners of your mouth but you can't swallow. His cock repeatedly hits the back of your throat. You fight the urge to gag, reminding yourself that this is Damon. The one man you'd do anything for. His hips begin to jerk and his hands release your hair. You pull away from his cock, watching him for a few seconds.
His eyes are wide and demanding, lust dancing in his dark eyes. Sweat drips down his chest and his muscles quiver. "Why have you stopped?" He demands as you swallow thickly. "I want your mouth on my cock now." You shake your head teasingly, wondering how far he'll go. "Don't make me punish you! Now, wrap your sinful lips around my cock."
You do as your told…but you wonder what your punishment will me. At the thought, heat pools between your thighs and you can feel your wetness against your thighs. Warm and trickling. You want any part of him in you: his fingers, tongue…cock. All of it.
You lick at his cock like its candy. Your tongue twists around it, licking away his pre-cum. Again his hands twist into your hair and he holds you still. His hips jerk roughly, pounding into your mouth. His cock seems even bigger than before…the feel of him in your mouth…You whimper around his cock…
"Fuck…fuck yeah. Yeah, harder…faster…more…" He pants, and you know he's close. His thrusts become erratic. "Gonna…gonna…" he can't finish his sentence. His body locks and suddenly streams of hot cum gush into your mouth. You swallow everything, licking your lips to savour the taste of the few drops that have escaped.
He recovers quick. He pulls you onto the bed, surprisingly placing you down gently. But then he's on you. His dark eyes roam over you and his hands roughly cup your breasts. He runs his hands over them slowly, flicking at your nipples and grinning possessively when you moan. Throwing your head back, you watch as he takes one nipple into his mouth while toying with the other. You feel him smirk against your breast.
Damon's tongue is skilful and confident; he knows what to do…what you want. He gently bites your breast before running his tongue over the area. He flicks your nipple with his tongue, teasing you like you did to him. Your breathing becomes ragged and his name is on the tip of your tongue.
He begins his descent down your body, quickly reaching your soaking sex. He gently strokes the dark hair, his eyes locking with yours. After a few seconds he pulls his fingers away from your sex. You knew you were wet but you didn't know you were this wet. His fingers glisten in the dim light before he puts them in his mouth, letting you see the way his tongue darts over them, licking away the moisture. It strings from his tongue to his fingers before breaking and allowing him to suck his fingers.
He smirks knowingly. Damon spreads your legs even further, his hands resting on the creamy white flesh of your thighs. "You like this don't you…you want my tongue on you, fucking you slowly while you beg for more…" He raises his eyebrows before ducking down to your sex. You can see the top of his head and the way it bobs up and down. You can hear his breathy moans and feel his tongue slide over your wet sex. His hair tickles your thighs and you pant heavily. Again and again you try to arch up into his mouth but his hands hold you steady.
You know he's in charge.
His tongue trails over your sex, lapping at the wetness he finds. He knows where to touch you…how to touch you. He flicks his tongue over your clit and you see stars. Every nerve in your body is alight with fire. With every touch you murmur his name and he chuckles, the cool air brushing over your sex…teasing.
Suddenly he stiffens his tongue and he gently licks around your cunt. "Damon…please, more…you know how I like it…" Whimpers escape your mouth as he takes you roughly with his tongue. You've never felt anything like it before. He lets go of your thighs and you clamp them around him, making sure he stays where he is. All control of your body has left you, your running on instinct alone. Everything you do is heightened. Nothing has ever felt this good before.
He takes his tongue from you, only to thrust two fingers into you roughly. "Damon!" you breathe heavily. He continues to lick at your sex while he moves his fingers inside you, searching for the bundle of nerves that will spark fires inside you.
And he finds it.
He bends his fingers slightly and you scream as he roughly strokes your bundle of nerves. Even when you've fingered yourself you've never experienced pleasure like this. You buck your hips, asking for more…asking him for things you know he'll keep from you. Without care, he thrusts his fingers in and out of you, adding another as he does. With each movements he hits your sweet spot, slowly sending you towards the edge. In time with his fingers, he flicks your clit with his tongue and his heavy panting ghosts over you…
"You like that don't you? You're my little slut, my whore. You love my fingers in you, my tongue on you. It's all you've ever dreamed of isn't it? Baby girl, tell me how much you want my cock buried in you tight little cunt."
"I want it, Damon. More than I've ever wanted anything. I want to feel your cock buried in me, I want you to make me beg…to make me lose all dignity I've ever had." You whisper brokenly, your brain in a mess and not able to form any coherent thought. "I want you to make me scream out, and make me beg for release!"
"I can do all that and more, my little whore."
His words are all it takes to push you over the edge of the abyss. There's no going back. This is it. You're falling…stars surround you. Nothing else matters now, you're floating on a bed of flowers. Tingling sensations run through you and you buck wildly as he continues to finger you through your climax. You call out his name, begging him for his cock in your cunt…your tight, wet cunt.
When you come back from your high, you can feel his length against your sex as he begins to rut against you. He smiles for the first time when he sees you. For a few seconds he pulls away to roll a condom down his length before he joins you on the bed again.
"Get up, on all fours. I can't wait to be buried in your heat." He's frustrated and he roughly pushes you until you're on all fours, your ass raised high in the air. A loud smack rings around his room as he slaps your ass roughly, a animalistic snarl breaking from you. Again and again he smacks your ass, earning a whimper from you with each hit. You like his hits, you take pleasure from the pain he gives and your wetness drips down your thighs and onto the bed spread.
Then his hands grip your hips. There's no going back. This is it. "You want me, bitch, don't you? You want me to fuck you until you see stars…beg me for my cock in your pussy."
"Damon…please, I want to feel your cock in my pussy. I want you to be rough and harsh. I want you to leave me sore." Yours hand grip the bed covers tightly in anticipation. You feel him lining up behind you. His hands tightly grip your hips. You know there's going to be bruises there tomorrow. But you don't care. You're finally going to get what you want.
Damon pushes into you, not caring when you tense slightly. You feel his length settle inside you, he's bigger than what you thought he was. You're filled to the brink and his cock immediately brushes your sweet spot. Behind you he moans before pulling out and slamming back into your pussy.
"That's it, my little bitch in heat. This is all you've ever wanted," he shouts loudly, his hips smacking your ass as he pounds into your cunt. "I love the feel of you tight, innocent pussy around my cock…eating me up." He moans loudly as he fucks you.
The sound of skin slapping skin fills the room. His cock teases your clit while repeatedly hitting your sweet spot. You're not going to last long. In your mind you can picture his cock disappearing into your heat and his hips pounding against your ass. "Harder, Damon. More, please. I've been a bad girl. Punish me, fuck me!" The words spill from your mouth and you don't care what you say, only that he goes into you deeper, harder and faster.
Then he pulls out of you. He lays down beside you, his black eyes glinting dangerously and filled with lust. "Ride me, baby girl. I want you to bounce on my cock, grind yourself against me."
And that's what you do. You straddle his muscular thighs before pacing a hand on his chest to steady yourself. You rise quickly, using your other hand to line him up with your entrance. You sink down onto him and you pant heavily as he fills you again. This is your dream, to have him pinned beneath you as you tease him. Sweat gathers on your brow and you know its running down your chest, over your breasts and nipples. His eyes follow the drops and he licks his lips as he followed them. You do the same. Sweat gathers on the muscles in his chest and travels down his chest towards he cock, still buried in your tight pussy.
You grind yourself against him, moaning heavily as his cock brushes your clit. Again and again you rise and slam yourself down on his cock, revealing in the moans that fill the room. "That it, fuck you're better than I ever thought. Fuck, ride me like the slut you are… Take my cock like the whore you are, you were made for this. Made for me to pound into…"
He flips position suddenly so you're pinned beneath his with your legs over his shoulders. Damon thrusts into you roughly and you know he's close. His hand comes down to meet his cock and he rubs two fingers against your clit, increasing the tingling sensation. You're close again. "Damon…Damon! Fuck! Damon…harder! Please!" You cry out as you come in withering contractions, slowly pushing him out. He comes seconds later, his body locking once again. He throws his head back in passion and he collapses on top of you, his cock still buried deep inside you.