Page 69 of Surviving the Merge
“Too bad because I don’t have one to give.” He got up in one fluid motion to make chase, and I turned and raced for the stairs. Catching me before I could ascend, he forced me down to my knees and tried to pry my legs open. I grunted and fought to climb.
“Damon, wait.” With one hand extended behind me, pushing him away, I made it up two steps before an arm went around my neck. Damon positioned one of my knees one step above the other, effectively opening me up to him. My chest and dick pressed against the carpeted step.
“Don’t deny me,” he said.
My pucker bloomed for him, and my breath left me on a whooshing sound as Damon’s huge cock entered me from tip to fucking root. “Nnngh, shit... ” I willed my body to adjust.
“Resisting only makes me want it more, makes me harder and heavier. Is that why you do it?” he asked, quietly.
I lied in the form of a head shake as I focused on making my body relax and accept him. So full, I wondered how he’d be able to move.
“Hold onto something,” he demanded.
He gave me less than a second to grip one of the balustrades before he commenced to pillage and plunder me.
“Ugh, god, yessssssss,” I purred.
“I know what you need,” he whispered before biting down on the meaty flesh of my earlobe.
Damon covered my mouth with his palm, squeezing my nostrils between thumb and forefinger. I hitched my leg higher to open myself up even more to him, ramming back on his cock with all my strength while fighting for air. I reached an arm back and pulled at his hair, wild with horniness and a need to rip him to shreds and be shredded in turn. After a time, he reached under me, and his hand over my mouth muffled my screams when he inserted two fingers into my hole alongside his fat dick. Too much, but too much was never not okay.
Unclenching my nose to allow some air into my lungs, he grunted into my ear, “Jesus, Just. Your hole feels hotter than heat.” He traced my ear with his tongue. “Fuck, your ass-cunt is going to be inside out when I’m through with it.”
I trembled in his arms when he changed the rhythm to short quick jabs while scissoring his fingers. Damon raised his palm from my mouth, but kept his hold on my nose, and I sucked in air uncontrollably. “Fuck, yes... more.”
Laughing menacingly, he pulled out and helped me up, unkindly, before taking me upstairs.
* * *
I wokeup the following morning disoriented and cocooned in Damon’s arms. Startled by the sensation of my cheek being nuzzled. The burn from his stubble tore the remaining remnants of sleep from my muddled mind. “Damon?” I rasped.
“It’s me,” he confirmed, and I relaxed.
“You’re nuzzling me and cuddling,” I pointed out, pulling back when I realized he was partially dressed. “What time is it? And where are you going?”
“To Kisla. I have an appointment with Julie.” He stood, buttoning his shirt and grabbing atie. “I love the bed, by the way. One of the screws needs to be tightened.”
Looking over the edge of the mattress at the clawed foot, I tried to hide my sudden shyness at seeing the loose bolt, remembering what could have caused it.
Touching my reddened cheek, Damon said, “It fascinates me that you still manage to get embarrassed whenever you’re reminded of yourself. Looking at you, one would think you were sexually reserved. Maybe even virginal.” His smirk turned impish. “How wrong they would be.”
My embarrassment deepened at the same time that my cock leaked. Damon stepped away, eyes alight. Saying without saying, “Point made.”
How does he always seem to know?
“I can smell you. Even the smallest amount of you. That’s how I know,” he said, having read my mind. “Before I forget,” he stopped at the bedroom door, “I forbid you from going out with Max ever again.” As an afterthought, he added, “Please.”
This time, the redness gathered in my cheeks for a different reason. “I’m onto you and yourpleases. You’re not even using the word properly. And it doesn’t make a difference if you don’t mean it anyway!” I’d thrown the sheets off and gotten in his face.
Rearing back as if I’d struck him, he said petulantly, “That’s not what Julie says.”
I gaped at him, slack jawed and then couldn’t help the laugh that exploded out of me at his sheer ridiculousness. I tackled him to the floor, planting kisses all over his face. “Damon, you can’t use ‘please’ as a way to manipulate me into doing what you want.”
“It’s been working so far,” he said, baffled by my statement.
“You are such a child,” I said. “Are you really that threatened by Max? You know I don’t want him, Damon.” But he thought Max wanted me. “Besides, I think Ash might be interested.”
“He’d better keep his grubby hands off my friend,” he snapped.
