Page 12 of Give It a Day
His eyes narrow, danger flickering within their gray depths. “Then I guess you’re stuck with me for a while longer,” he says. To emphasize his point, he begins to slowly thrust his hips, his still-hard cock moving inside me with lazy strokes.
“Oh,fuck.” My pussy drips with my juices and his come, sticky between my thighs and leaving wet trails on the seat of this car, which is shaking as Damon picks up the pace. He moves faster and harder, filling the cramped space with obscenely wet noises.
“Damon!Damon!” Am I begging him to stop? Or begging him for more? Which one am I more afraid of?
“Give in,” he whispers, pounding into my sensitive core with more vigor. “Be my wife.” Even in my distracted state, it’s clear to me that his dominant nature is taking over completely as he claims my body, still demanding my submission.
“You really gotta have your way?” I laugh bitterly before I moan again when he hits that spot that makes me dig my fingernails into the back of his suit jacket.
He chuckles deeply. “I always get my way. And today, my way is having a ring on your finger and my heir in your womb.” He punctuates his words with hard thrusts.
“Already in the honeymoon phase, Damon?” I smirk, but only briefly. It fades away as my body trembles, and another wave of orgasm is reaching me.
His body tenses as I come again, and he quickens his pace, making me scream. “Another one already?”
“Shut up and keep fucking me, dick!” I snap and glare at him.
“With pleasure,” he hisses, his dominant side somehow pleased by my sharp tone.
He pounds into me with raw, animalistic desire, filling the car with the sounds of my moans and the wet slaps of him pistoning in and out of me, of our hips meeting over and over again.
My cries of pleasure, broken and breathy, add to the sounds in the car as it rattles from how forceful he’s fucking me, making my orgasm come wave after wave again.
It feels like a beautiful eternity beneath his body, falling apart, not thinking about anything but the endless satisfaction he’s giving me.
I lose track of time, getting lost in all of it, until my body can’t take anymore, squirming from overstimulation, my lips begging for mercy, despite my heart wanting more.
“Begging again?” He lets out a mean laugh, thrusting deeper. “The only mercy you’re getting is when I finally decide I won’t stop wrecking this perfect little pussy of yours. All you have to do is say you’ll marry me.”
His body tenses again, making the same sounds and look of concentration when he came earlier, but he stalls it to torture me, even though it’s written all over his face that heneedsto come.
“You reallyarea dick, Damon… I’m not going to marry you,” I whisper between heavy breaths, as my body moves with his, my face twisting in both pleasure and overwhelm from getting closer and closer to reaching past my limits.
“Give in.” His strong hands wrap around my neck. He doesn’t squeeze but holds me there, his thumb stroking. “Youwillmarry me.”
“No,” I gasp out, squirming.
“Submit to me, or I’ll keep you locked in this car, fucking you untilyou can’t walk anymore.” His hand around my throat tightens slightly. The car shakes violently from the force of his thrusts.
I gasp again at his words, cheeks reddening that he might make good on that threat. I ignore his barked orders and whimper, “I can’t take anymore…”
“Then say yes,” he pants out, one hand moving to roughly grab my breast while the other remains around my neck. His pace becomes cruel, the car’s windows fogging up completely. “You’re close again, aren’t you?”
I nod, panting. “I’m so close, but it’s starting to hurt too…”
“Good,” he growls, continuing his relentless pace. “I want you to remember exactly who does this to you, who owns your perfect body…” He leans in close, his breath hot against my ear again. “Who’s the only one who can make you feel this way.”
The cry that leaves my lips comes out more like a whimper, while my eyes roll back, with my entire body shaking as soon as I’m coming for him again.
“Good girl,” he purrs, not stopping his hips’ harsh rhythm. “But we’re not done until you give me what I want. Marry me.” His dominant tone leaves no room for argument. He keeps going, making me scream in delight despite the way my pussy clenches so hard that it feels like my body wants to push Damon out.
“I can’t handle any more, Damon…” I beg desperately as he prolongs this earth-shattering orgasm by still pounding into me. “I can’t!I can’t!”
“Then say you’ll marry me, or I’ll keep fucking you until you pass out.” His hand moves down my body, his thumb finding and rubbing my clit, as his cock continues its crazed pace inside me. The car creaks because of it. Because ofhim.
My eyes study Damon, taking in the determined look on his face. But I’m stubborn too. “I’d rather…pass out…” I whimper between pained moans as my body reaches a breaking point. I stiffen, still trying to squeeze him out.
“Are you sure?” His mocking voice goes dangerously low. His hand tightens around my neck again, enough to make me feel dependent on him for breath this time. “Once you pass out, I’ll carry you back to that church, put that white dress on you, and make you say ‘I do’ no matter what.”
