Page 100 of Broken Pieces
I nod with my eyes closed, trying to get my bearings.
His hand arrives at my already damp lacy underwear, and he places his thumb on my clit on top of it, moving it in taunting, slow, soft circles as he lets out a throaty groan.
“Tsk. You’re already so wet for me, Darling,” he whispers in my ear, nipping the lobe softly.
I let out a soft moan, and my body involuntarily moves seeking more pressure, because it’s not enough. I need so much more of him, to feel him, to feel his hands all over me. He keeps playing the taunting slow pace, though, knowing how crazy it drives me.
“Use your words, Aria. What do you want?” he says in a sultry whisper, moving the underwear to the side.
Two of his fingers easily slide inside of me with how wet and ready I am for him. There’s not much he needs to do to get me going, because I’ll always be ready for him. He’s addicting, and I always want to feel him.All of him.
“I want you inside of me,” I say through a moan.
His fingers are already feeling too good, but not enough. I want his cock. I want to be filled to the hilt by him.
“Get on all fours, now,” he demands.
I swiftly move, putting myself on all fours as he lifts my dress easily. He drops his head down in between my legs and licks my center in one fell swoop.
He growls, “So fucking sweet.”
This man melts my insides with his sultry, demanding voice. It’s like he knows exactly what I need to hear.
He gets his knees on the seat as he quickly unbelts his pants, dropping them halfway down.
“We’re almost there, so this is going to be quick. You up for the challenge, Darling?” he says, moving his hard, throbbing cock up and down between my folds, coating it with my wetness.
I nod frantically as I push back, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside of me. The need is so desperate, my body feels like an inferno.
He thrusts inside of me in one fell swoop, and the feel of his cock inside of me, filling me up, is too much in the best possible way. An involuntary moan escapes my lips as he starts moving.
“Look at you, taking my cock so well,” he whispers as he kisses my neck, sliding his cock all the way out, then rapidly sliding it in with such delicious force.
“Oh, fuck…” That's all I manage to say as I place a hand on top of my mouth to stop my moans.
He slaps my hand away as he drops his lips next to my ear.
With a growl, he says, “Don’t you dare stop those sweet moans of yours. I want to hear you scream as my cock fills you up. Now, be a good girl and scream my name.”
I nod frantically as I meet each of his punishing thrusts, moaning his name.
He’s fucking mercilessly with such delicious force that I don’t know how much longer I can hold on. There’s nothing sweet or delicate about this. He’s fucking me with everything he can muster, and I’m enjoying every inch and thrust he gives me. It’s rough; animalistic; needy, dirty.
I roll my eyes back as his cock starts hitting that sensitive spot inside of me, my orgasm sneaking up on me, and I’m left in a haze and moan as my pussy grips him.
He lets out a groan as he brings me closer to him, my back pressed against his chest. As I’m riding my orgasm, Damian’s thrust becomes more frantic and sloppy. After a few punishing thrusts, he tenses as I feel his warmth filling me up.
“Fuck,” he groans, slipping out of me and kissing me.
As I’m trying to catch my breath, I ask, “How do I look?”
“Freshly fucked.” He winks as he takes some napkins from the snack bar and cleans me before adjusting my underwear and dress.
I shake my head with a laugh at his response.
We arrive at the gallery a few minutes later, and walk the red carpet as we get our pictures taken, then head inside quickly because I’m a bundle of nerves and I can’t wait to see the end result.
My chest tightens with excitement as I look around. We kept the decorations simple, because the point is for the paintings to stand out and, boy, they fucking do. While the room is warm with soft yellow lighted candles, all paintings have overhead white lights, making them all stand out on their own with their bright, alluring colors.
