Page 65 of Stick Handled

Damien’s thrusts grow harder, faster, his eyes locked on me as he adjusts the angle.

A loud moan escapes my lips, my body betraying me as I give in to the overwhelming sensations. Damien’s thrusts become more brutal, his cock filling me completely as he pounds into me, the slap of skin against skin echoing in the room.

“Fuck, you look so good like this,” he mutters, his voice strained with effort. “So fucking beautiful, Avery.”

I can’t help but cry out, the combination of his words and actions pushing me closer to the edge.

“Don’t you dare come yet,” he growls before lifting me and pulling out of me. My walls clench in search of him, suddenly feeling empty. Before I can ask what’s happening, he’s turning me around. I’m on all fours on the soft carpet now, with Damien right behind me. I feel his hand on my raised butt, caressing it.

“I’m going to fuck that perfect ass one day,” he murmurs before giving it a soft smack. I feel his cock at my entrance before he slides in again, his hands gripping my hips.

“Damien,” I cry out, my head falling forward. The position makes it so much deeper, his cock hitting spots that make my eyes roll back. He picks up the pace, pumping into me.

Damien’s hand leaves my hip, moving to grasp a fistful of my hair, yanking my head back sharply.

“Watch,” he commands, his voice rough and gravelly. “Watch how good you look when I fuck you.”

My eyes snap open, following his gaze to the huge glass windows leading to his pool. Our reflections are clear as day, the sight of Damien thrusting into me from behind, his body taut with effort, making my breath catch in my throat. And there I am, hair wrapped around Damien’s fist, my boobs swinging as he fucks me, my face twisted with pleasure.

“Oh, no,” I protest, humiliation washing over me as I try to pull my head down.

“Oh, yes,” he growls, holding my head in place, sliding in and out of me. “Look at the woman who steals the breath from my lungs every time I look at her.” He slows his pace, lazily sliding in and out of me while he talks. “She’s resilient and brave. She’s smart and beautiful. She’s the light in every room, even though she doesn’t know it. But I always have.” His pace is agonizingly slow as he forces me to watch myself while he murmurs in my ear, eyes locked with mine in the reflection.

“Can I tell you a secret, baby?” he drawls, the feel of his cock stretching me before pulling out almost too much. “I’m in love with her,” he whispers. “I’m so far fucking gone, all she has to do is look at me, and I’d give her anything she wants.”

I suck in a breath, his words hitting me like a wrecking ball.

“Damien,” I whimper again, looking at him in the reflection.

“Who am I talking about, baby?” he drawls, his voice in my ear sending shivers down my right arm.

“Me,” I whimper before swallowing with effort.

“You,” he growls, his voice vibrating through my skull. “You’re in every corner of my mind, and I never want you to leave. You’re a fucking goddess. And I’ll spend my whole life worshipping you.”

Tears blur my vision at his words. No one has even spoken to me like that before. I’ve never been someone special to anyone that way, and the emotions mixed with the pleasure he’s giving me are overwhelming.

“Watch yourself, princess. Look at the power you have over me.” I watch, transfixed, as he drives into me again and again, his expression one of pure, unadulterated dominance.

“Show me how my girl comes for me,” he growls in my ear, his pace turning punishing once more.

My body shudders with the force of my orgasm, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over me as Damien continues to thrust into me, his release building with each passing second. Finally, he pulls out of me and roars, his body stiffening as he spills his cum all over my back.

As our bodies slowly return to earth, Damien releases my hair, letting my head drop forward as he straightens. He leans back, retrieving a couple of tissues from the coffee table before he gently wipes his cum off my skin. When he’s done, he plants a soft kiss on my butt and uses our reflection to look at me. A slow, satisfied smile spreads across his face, his eyes gleaming triumphantly.

“There,” he says, his voice smooth and confident. “Now you know how you look like through my eyes.”

He tosses the tissues aside, moving back toward me with purpose. I look up at him, my heart racing as he grips my arm, pulling me to my feet. Before I know what’s happening, he lifts me up, cradling me in his arms.

“Where are we going?” I ask softly as he carries us toward the stairs.

“Shower, then bed,” he replies, kissing my nose.

“I’m staying here?” I ask, wrapping my arms around his neck. He looks down at me as he carries me upstairs.

“You better not sneak out any windows while I’m asleep.” He chuckles, amusement in his eyes. I smile, looking up at his strong neck and sharp jawline. Then, I reach up, my palm touching his cheek.

“Damien,” I whisper.

---