Page 27 of Mine to Tease

Without hesitation, Anastasia leans forward and brings her lips to my penis. Slowly, gently, she takes me inside her warm mouth. I hiss in response. She bobs her head back and forth, running her tongue along my length as she takes me deeper. She gags and gasps as she struggles to take all of me. “You’re doing such a good job, baby. Just like that.” I bring my hand to the part of the shaft she can’t manage to take and pump it as she sucks the rest. Desire burns inside of me so hot I know I’ve got only a few more seconds. “Anastasia,” I say. She looks up at me then, continuing her rhythmic movements, and it shatters every shred of restraint left in me. “Oh, fuck.”

The sight of her mouth widening around me, the way I can see my length stretching down her throat, the fresh bleed of her mascara as her body burns hot with a desire just as intense as mine pulls my cum from me before I can warn her or withdraw from her. She chokes as the thick, salty substance fills her mouth and slips down her throat. She starts to pull away, but I bring my hand to the back of her head and hold her in position, shooting my last shot down her throat. “Just a little more, baby, or I’ll have it dripping down that gorgeous face of yours.” She gags. As I finish, I pull myself from her and she catches her breath. Though, I give her only a second before I wrap my arms around her and lay her back on the sofa. Shooting that first load will help me last longer inside of her, but I’ve got to get in quickly before my dick thinks we’re done.

Straddling her, I run my hand up her thigh and slip my finger inside her pussy to give her a few warm-up strokes. She moans. Oh, my sweet baby bird. I pray I don’t hurt you. I look at her then and kiss her softly. “Are you ready, my love?” I ask her once more.

“Yes,” she says, her voice barely audible.

“Good girl,” I say and with that, I remove my fingers from her pussy, lick them clean, and slip my dick inside her. She’s so wet I glide in easily, which is exactly what I was hoping for. I want this to be as painless for her as possible. Even though she’s not a virgin, she’s not used to stretching for dick. It may take her a while to get used to it. Despite her arousal, she cries out as I press my full length inside her. I still myself as my tip taps against the opening of her cervix. Her body arches and she throws her head back. I watch her as she gets used to the feeling, the pressure. All the while, it isn’t lost on me how important this moment is for me too. I’ve never made love to anyone. Sex, sure. Though even that I can’t remember the last time. But love? Never.

Tonight, I make her mine in every sense of the word—mine to protect, mine to tease, mine to love, and mine to claim. But tonight, in this act, I also become hers. With that realization, my chest aches with every emotion I feel for her just as my dick pulses, ready to take out nearly a decade of celibacy on her perfect little cunt. As Anastasia’s breathing regulates, she lowers herself flat against the couch and returns her eyes to mine. In them, I find the glow of euphoria. “I love you, Anastasia Cross,” I say, holding her gaze as I begin, slowly, moving in and out of her. Each time I press as deep as her body will allow me, letting my body rub against her clit as I do.

“Mmm,” she whimpers. I savor every second, every shred of this sensation, every sound she makes. Her moans, her juices now coating my skin, are the sweetest. The way her body opens for me, the way her insides wrap around me. Feeling all the tension leave her, I increase the speed of my thrusts. She wraps her legs around me for support. Our sweat melts together as we become one, in body and soul, just as she wanted.

As I feel my arousal build once more, I grab her by her hips and lift her bottom so that I can sink deeper into her while still maintaining the eye contact this position allows. “You’re mine,” I tell her. “Promise me, you’re mine.”

In between gasps and moans, she says, “I’m yours, Damon. I promise. I promise you, I’m yours.” With that, she brings her hand to my neck and guides my lips to hers. As I bend forward, she cries out once more as the position increases the pressure. Finally, she kisses me, and with our kiss, I find my release—a release of years of fear and grief, months of yearning for her, months of restraint. I fill her with my cum, marking her in the most sacred way, regardless of the consequences.

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As Damon pulls himself from me, I instantly yearn to have him inside me again. I feel empty without him. Although, as his wet dick comes into view, I realize, empty I am not. It’s a good thing I just had my period and am not fertile this week, because what he just did to me, I want to feel that every day—cum and all. Parts of it were painful, but it was a pain that I now crave, a pain that felt like an oath—an oath as honest as the words we spoke. Damon Dupont truly loves me. Damon— As the sensations of sex slowly fade, my mind whirls with thoughts I can’t even process, that being one of the most surprising and exciting. Damon loves me and I?—

It’s then that Damon positions himself between my legs once more. Though this time it isn’t his dick requesting entry, it’s his tongue. My lips part in surprise. The sight of him that close to me sends a fresh wave of warm arousal through my body. “You didn’t think I was done with you, did you? That was just the opening act.” Without another word, Damon brings his tongue to me once more.

“Ah!” My core tightens as I brace myself. I lift my hands above my head and press against the armrest of the couch. The harder I press, the more intense the flicks of his tongue feel.

“You taste so good, Anastasia. I think I need more.” Damon sticks his finger in me then and when he pulls it out, it’s coated in his cum mixed with my own arousal. He sucks it off his finger and quickly repeats the process. God, the way he just did that was so sexy. Withdrawing his finger once more, this time he positions himself over top of me and slips his finger into my mouth. “Tell me, my perfect girl, how do we taste together?” I close my eyes, savoring the taste of us as if this is a religious experience. When I open them again, I find Damon looking at me with a dark lust clouding his features, a wickedness that lets me know he’s done being gentle.

“Like Heaven,” I say. Damon laughs and kisses me. As he does, he returns his attention to my nipples. His touch is so light as he brushes his knuckles over them that I find myself moving against him for more stimulation. My insides contract with pleasure, though not enough to find a release. I almost wish we had some of our toys.

“So desperate to cum,” he moans. “Alright, my love.” Damon stands then. Offering me his hand, he prompts me to do the same. “You remember our rules? If anything hurts or makes you uncomfortable, you let me know.”

“Yes,” I say. “I remember.”

“Good girl. Now, turn around, bend over, and put your hands on the floor.”

“Hands on the floor? What?—?”

“Did I stutter?”

Damon stands before me covered in sweat, which makes his tattoos glisten. The pump of his muscles, the narrow glare of his bright eyes, the way his lips part in anticipation, the pulse of his dick now long and hard—he looks like a predator ready to devour his prey. And, tonight, that’s me. But I’m not afraid. Weirdly enough, his dominance turns me on. “No, sir,” I say. Following his command, I turn around and face the fireplace. The flickering flames warm the back of my neck as I bend over, placing my hands on the floor. My hair topples forward, and I can’t see anything, but what I feel is the most intense form of pleasure I’ve ever felt.

Damon comes up behind me. Running his palms over my ass, he spanks me. I lose track of how many times until he targets my clit. I cry out. He spanks my pussy, clit and all, six times. Everything pulses, no doubt red and raw from his touch. Then he moves his hands to my thighs and picks me up. In one swift motion, he picks me up, pulls me toward him, and sinks into me from behind. “Oh my God,” I call out in surprise. The first thrust practically knocks the air from my lungs. I wince, but quickly find bracing myself only hurts. Instead, I give up control. I submit to him and my body opens for him in a way I’m not sure it ever has before.

Over and over again, he presses into me while pulling my entire body toward him at the same time. It’s like he’s slamming his dick into me and me onto his dick all at once. With this angle, he goes deeper than I’ve ever felt him. Each thrust hits something deep within me that makes my insides burn. I can feel my arousal building. My core tightens. I focus on the burn and even the noises the two of us make. There’s the squirting and snapping sounds of our bodies colliding, my moans and screams, and Damon’s grunts and dirty talk as he pounds into me. This is the Damon I once feared and now crave.

“You feel so fucking good,” he says then.

“You feel—” My clit throbs as Damon’s balls smack into it with each thrust—over and over again. My body finally gets enough stimulation that I find my release. Unable to think or speak, I cum. It pulls from me a loud cry, so loud I’m almost embarrassed. My body shakes with pleasure as Damon continues to thrust inside of me, milking me for all that I’m worth.

“Like that, baby. Let the whole world know that you’re mine.” I’m dazed and exhausted as Damon pulls himself from me and quickly gets me upright. I grab on to his arms for support as I nearly topple over. Damon takes a step back and guides us both to the couch. He sits on the edge, his dick still hard. “Sit, my love. You know where.”

“Damon, I…I don’t know how much more I can take.”

“It’s okay, baby bird. This position isn’t about anything except feeling close to one another. I won’t thrust unless you ask me to.”

I nod and comply. Straddling him, I settle onto his penis. As I do, I bend my knees and press them onto the couch for support. I relax into the face-to-face position, and Damon fills me, satisfying my craving to feel close to him. As we look into each other’s eyes, it’s happiness I feel and find. He kisses me, soft and gentle, and then I press my forehead against his. Our breathing synchronizes. After so much pleasure, so much intensity, so many loud expressions of desire, this is the come down and it’s quiet, delicate, hopeful for what is to come.

“Damon, I love you,” I say, my forehead still pressed to his. “I love you.” I pull back from him then and watch him as the weight of my words reaches him. He looks at me in both surprise and yet, something else.

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