Page 57 of Black Velvet

"Then what?" I say seductively, casting him a cheeky wink. "You'll eat me alive? Go ahead."

His eyes are dark, just slits, as he zeroes in on me, and his breathing is erratic, as I continue doing to him what he did to me. I make sure to brush along the most sensitive spot along the lower part of his tip every time my hand moves up, before squeezing his rod with all the strength I have in my persistent vertical motions along his shaft. My slow, deliberate movements are evoking sparks of pleasure throughout his system.

He closes his eyes, pressing his lips together as he revels in my kindling touch. My breath catches as I watch him, tension sizzling and encapsulating the small space between us, and I ponder my next move.

Should I?

I don't give room to any apprehension that could deny me what I seek most, and decide to follow my instinct. I gather myself up, ignoring the pinching tingle in my numb leg as I straddle his center in one quick motion. His eyes swing open in surprise, catching mine as he's now the one looking up at me. He fights to shake his head at me, his long, thick hardness slapping at his belly.

"If you're too shy, thenIwill have to eatyoualive," I breathe, my face so close to his that our noses bump.

He tries again to protest, but not fast enough. I manage to paralyze him by grinding against his length, my hot, wet entrance dangerously close to him.

"Shit, Elene," he breathes, unable to stop himself from lifting his hips in rhythmic motions.

I feel powerful, and my heart is racing as I feel his bulky tip pressing against my folds. I continue grinding against him, moving closer with each swipe of my hips, my throbbing nub colliding with his rock-hard shaft. We moan loudly and hungrily in unison, both of our bodies begging to be united, but neither of us willing to take the final step.

Until one of us does.

I don't know what happens first, whether it’s his hands landing on either side of my hips, pulling me closer, or me tilting my pelvis until the tip of his hard as rock cock parts my lips. Everything happens in perfect harmony, orchestrated by two people who know what they want, who know what they're about to do.

My chest heaves when I finally lower myself down onto him, his steeled dick parting me forcefully as he glides into me, stretching my canal inch by inch. I groan as I throw my head back, savoring every moment as my body clenches around his impressive proportions. It hurts. It physically hurts to take him in, despite the many men I’ve been with before him. I have never been this enlivened, this ready to feel a man pumping inside me, and the sheer spark mixed with his enormous volume is enough to almost send me over the edge right then and there as he first plunges into me.

I struggle for breath, trying to keep my body in check. Not yet, not yet. I can't come again, not this soon.

We groan in unison when I manage to burrow all of him to the hilt, my split lips pressing against his pelvis as he fills me up completely, like no one ever has before.

"Fuck," I hiss, moving my hips slightly to accommodate him.

He casts me a wicked smile. "Do you really want that monster to run wild?"

I bend my hips slightly, reciprocating his smile as I nod in consensus. He may be more than I have ever had to handle, in every way, but no, he's not too much for me.

He digs his fingers into the flesh on my hips, encouraging me to move, a demand I obey with pleasure. I hold on to his shoulders, slowly ascending my hips, stopping just before his fat tip leaves my core, and then I plunge back down on him again.

"Good girl," he praises. I continue riding his massive beast, writhing my hips at an angle to accommodate him. Each plunge sends a blissful flare blazing through my core, reminding me how close I am to my next climax.

I mewl with delight when his hand lands on my ass, meeting my pale skin with molten iron, a pain that spices our play in just the right way. It also accelerates my movements, causing me to break into a sweat as I ride him voraciously.

I'm panting for air by the time he insists that I stop. I knew he wouldn't allow me to be in control for long, and as much as I enjoyed it, I'm more than happy to give the reins back to him. Damon wraps his arms around me, our bodies never parting from each other when he turns us around, lowering me to the floor, so that I’m lying on my back with my legs spread and my hands still clasped onto his shoulders. He doesn't pause for even a second before plunging back into me, thrusting violently right away, evoking gasps with every brute shove. I'm short of breath, inhaling audibly every time he pulls back and puffing with an ever-heightening buzz every time he plows back into me. He's on top of me, his hands placed left and right of my face, his ripped biceps tense and strong to support himself.

"Look at me," he utters his usual command under short breaths.

My eyes get lost in the gray depth of his, and I see his orbs widen when he locks onto mine. He lowers himself down onto his elbows, giving him added leverage for ramming his carnal lust into my depths while my back is against the carpet. Still, I'm fighting off my own impending climax. He feels so good, so close and intimate, as if he's not fucking my body but my soul. It's more than just feeling full, stretched. There's aconnectionbetween us, a connection I have sensed with him before, but it's never been this strong.

My hands leave his shoulders, weaving along the ripped outline of his chest where pearls of sweat are starting to bead. I wrap my legs more tightly around his waist, clinging on to him and drawing him in even further, my naked feet likely bruising his toned ass. This changes his angle, so that he’s applying pressure on my clit at the same time he continues jamming his cock into me.

"Shit," I hiss as I realize I can't prevent it any longer. The first jolts are already playing havoc with my center when the curse leaves my lips.

I don't have to tell him. The way his face lights up when I'm overrun with hasty pleasure is telling enough. He can feel my muscles clenching around him, and he sees it in my eyes — just as I can see it in his. In an equal expression of blissful euphoria, finding his release deep inside of me. A feral groan escapes his lips as he coats my inside with his hot seed, adding two, three more deep pounding thrusts before collapsing exhausted on top of me. He barely manages to support himself so he won't suffocate me.

His body melts into mine. Both of us are still breathing heavily, our bodies throbbing with fulfilled need as we lie there together, our limbs intertwined and his hardness still buried between my legs. My limbs are wrapped around him, holding him close as if I were terrified of losing him.

And to be honest… I am.

Chapter 34

Damon

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