Page 97 of Scorching Sienna

The stretch of my lips as I engulf the tip of his cock is heavenly.

Damon leans back as I lean forward, eager to see him destroy mypussy.

I might not walk after he was finished with me.

“Look how good we look together, your pussy swallowing my thick cock like the greedy little cunt she is.” I practically gush at his filthy words, and that added wetness must be what tips him into the realm of losing his control.

Without warning, he thrusts forward, impaling me on his massive cock in one swift movement. I cry out as the orgasm he had been nursing washes over me, the pain-pleasure pendulum swinging from one side to the other in a frenzy that carries my climax forward, dragging it out as he moves inside me. I’m so stuffed with cock that I’m surprised he can even get any deeper, but as his movements increase, he manages to edge further in. The metal piercing felt in an exquisite way I cannot explain. It is there, like a little finger, scratching an itch that is crying for relief. I know this feeling. One I cannot believe is building so soon.

“Open your eyes, rainbow.”

I obey, peeling my lids open.

He is glorious. There is a sheen of sweat on his muscular form, the control he is fighting for manifesting physically. Clenched muscles, ticking jaw, andeyes that are eating me up. He bends forward, capturing a nipple in his skilled mouth and increasing the angle of penetration.

“Oh fuck, Damon. You’re so big you're going to split me in half. It feels so good.”

My encouragement earns me a nip of my stiff peak before he moves to the other.

I’m moaning loudly, but it just adds to the sounds already floating in the air. Wet, sucking noises clash with the melody of his hips hitting my center. My gaze drifts over to the mirror, where I can see Damon's muscular, solid form, his hands gripping my thighs as he thrusts intome. His ass cheeks pull taut with every forward movement, and the feel of his balls slapping against my puckered little hole adds to the sensation. Our grunts and my moans quicken as his pace does. The feeling is coiling like a snake, building into a peak that once again astonishes me.

I was on the verge of another orgasm, and it was the penultimate. This one would ruin me forever. The pedestal I have put Damon on becomes untouchable, and I know no other man will ever be enough for me. In all ways.

We are both close.

Damon leans forward and grabs me as I cry out, forcing my legs around his hips. His hands grip my thighs, holding me in place as he fucks in and out of me, hard and fast, deeper and deeper, my orgasm rushing toward me like a fucking hurricane. It crashes over me as Damon stiffens and his cock pulses, painting my insides as he promised while I cry out, spasming around him as I scream out his name.

I’m broken. Limp and spent. I don’t know who I am or where I am. I exist in a world of pure and utter bliss.

I’ve never experienced the height of pleasure I have right now.

Damon leans back, laying on the bed and somehow ensuring we remain joined. His cock deflates in my pussy, but he holds me close, my head on his chest as I listen to his erratic heart rate. I did this. I have impacted an organ that keeps him alive. In more ways than one. I live there—only me.

With that thought and my body and mind utterly satiated, I drift off to sleep.

We are still joined when I wake up, but instead of a soft cock inside me, a hard one that is slowly growing starts stretching my walls.

“I could lie in you all day. This must be nirvana.” I smirk and lift my head so that I can look at the man whose version of heavenexists in my pussy.

“Speaking of day, what time is it?” He slowly starts moving inside me, the zing of pleasure shooting through my body like I’ve been electrocuted.

“It's seven thirty.” My eyes widen as I do the calculation in my head. We must have been lying here like this for at least five hours.

“The stylist will be here shortly.”

I’m so wrapped up in his gentle movements inside me that it takes a while for his words to register.

“Stylist? What stylist?” I mumble, closing my eyes as his thrusts deepen.

“Trixy and Roger’s wedding.”

I mumble an ‘I see’ before I sit up, this position almost painful with the depth it allows, as I raise myself slowly, all the way to the tip, before lowering myself back down. Damon is so stiff, so hard, all that power being sheathed by my moist walls. Damon's eyes are locked with mine, but he struggles. This position takes the control out of his hands and gives it to me.

As my pleasure builds, so does the depth I can take until I am dropping myself fully onto his cock, fucking him hard and fast as I swirl my hips in a circular motion before lifting myself and falling back down.

“Ride my cock, Sienna. Fuck me hard and fast, rainbow, until I come all over that sweet, innocent pussy. My sweet cunt.”

I do as I am told, his words like an aphrodisiac as I increase my pace, my tits bouncing up and down, up and down, matching my movements. Damon is grunting as his hands grip my hips, pulling me down on him harder and harder. The twitch of his cock matchesthe spasm of my walls as we both come, Damon’s hitting my cervix with delicious splash after splash.

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