Chapter 32: You like having my C in your T ?.. Good girl[R18]

The door clicked shut. The apartment above the bakery was small and warm, smelling of vanilla and yeast.

Damon didn’t look around. He didn’t care about the framed photos on the wall or the stack of recipe books on the counter. He cared about one thing.

He turned and looked at her.

Claire stood with her back against the door, her chest rising and falling fast, her cheeks still flushed from everything downstairs. Her apron was still tied around her waist, dusted with flour, and there was a smudge of chocolate on her wrist from the morning’s baking.

"Come here," he said.

She walked to him. She didn’t hesitate. Something had shifted in her since the reveal. She stopped in front of him, close enough to feel the heat coming off his body.

He reached out and untied her apron. It fell to the floor. Then he hooked his fingers under the hem of her t-shirt and pulled it over her head. Her bra followed. Her jeans. Her panties. She stood in front of him in nothing but her skin, and she didn’t try to cover herself.

"On your knees," He said.

She sank down. The floorboards were warm from the afternoon sun, and she barely noticed them. She reached for his belt, her fingers working the leather loose, and pulled his trousers down his hips. His cock sprang free, thick and already hard, and she wrapped both hands around the base of him.

"Mmh" she breathed, leaning in. She dragged her tongue along the underside, slow, tasting the salt of his skin, and felt his hand settle on the back of her head.

"Open your mouth," he said.

She did. He pushed in, past her lips, over her tongue, and Claire moaned around him, the sound vibrating up his shaft. She took him deeper, hollowing her cheeks, and he let her work for a moment before his fingers tightened in her hair.

"Look at me," he said.

Her eyes flicked up. He was watching her with that dark expression, and something about it made her stomach flip.

"Good girl," he murmured. And then he started to move.

He fucked her mouth with slow, deliberate strokes, not rough yet, just deep, letting her feel every inch. Claire’s eyes watered. Her hands gripped his thighs. She moaned again, louder this time, and the vibration made his jaw tighten.

"Mmh...mmh.." She was drooling around him, spit running down her chin, and she didn’t care. She wanted this. She wanted him to see her like this.

"You like that?" Damon’s voice was low. "You like having my cock in your throat?"

"Mmh..yes.." she gasped, pulling back just long enough to speak before taking him again.

He fucked her mouth harder. Faster. His hips drove forward, and Claire gagged, tears spilling down her cheeks, but she didn’t pull away. She took it. She took all of it, her moans turning into wet, broken sounds that filled the small apartment.

"Fuck," Damon breathed. "That’s it. Take it."

He held her there, buried to the hilt, her nose pressed into his abdomen, and Claire choked around him, her throat working, her hands clawing at his legs. He pulled back and let her breathe, and she gasped for air, spit stringing from her lips to his cock.

"Please.." she whispered. "Please, Damon.."

"Please what?"

"Please fuck me.."

He pulled her up off her knees and bent her over the table. She heard his trousers hit the floor. She heard him step behind her.

He pressed the head of his cock against her entrance. She was soaked, dripping down her thighs, and he slid in with one hard thrust.

"Ahh..fuck!"She screamed, her back arching. "Oh god.. Damon.."

He didn’t wait. He fucked her hard and fast, his hips slapping against her ass, the table scraping across the floor with every thrust. Claire moaned, long and loud, her head hanging down, her hair spilling into the flour.

"Mmh..ah..ah.. fuck.." Each thrust punched a sound out of her. "Harder! please, harder.."

"You want it harder?" Damon grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, arching her spine. "You want me to fuck you like you’re mine?"

"I am yours.." she sobbed. "I’m yours, I’m yours!"

"Say it again."

"I’m yours.. fuck.. I’m yours, Damon.."

He fucked her harder. The table slammed into the wall. A jar of sugar fell and shattered on the floor. Claire didn’t care. She was gone, lost in the feel of him splitting her open, her moans turning into desperate, keening cries.

"Ahh.. ahh oh fuck! oh fuck.." Her voice broke. "Damon.. Damon.. I can’t.."

"You can," he growled. "You’re going to take everything I give you."

He reached around and slid his hand between her legs, his fingers finding her clit. Claire screamed, her whole body convulsing, and came hard around him, her inner walls clenching in waves.

"Fuck" she sobbed. "Fuck, fuck, fuck....."

He didn’t stop. He rode her through it, his thrusts growing rougher, more erratic. His breathing was harsh, his fingers digging into her hips hard enough to bruise.

He pulled out suddenly and flipped her onto her back on the table. Flour puffed up around her, coating her skin white. He pushed back inside her, and Claire screamed, her nails raking down his arms.

"Mmh. mmh.. fuck.. " She was drooling, her mind gone. "So deep.. you’re so deep.."

"Take it," Damon grunted. "Take all of it."

His thrusts grew frantic, his breathing ragged. She could feel him swelling inside her, could feel the tension coiling in his body. He leaned over her, his chest pressed to hers, his lips at her ear.

"I’m going to fill you up," he said. "And you’re going to keep every drop."

"Yes" she sobbed. "Please! please"

"You want it?"

"Yes.. fuck yes !"

"Beg for it."

"Please cum in me.." Claire gasped. "Please, Damon, cum in me, fill me up, I want it, I want all of it!"

"Fuck" His voice broke. "I’m cumming."

He buried himself to the hilt and let go. His cock pulsed inside her, flooding her with heat. Claire felt each spurt, thick and endless, filling her until it spilled out around him and dripped down onto the flour-covered table.

"Fuck" she gasped. "Oh Damon "

He held himself there, grinding against her, emptying everything he had. When he finally pulled out, she stayed limp on the table, her legs dangling off the edge, her chest heaving.

He looked down at her. She was covered in flour and sweat and cum, her hair a mess, her lips swollen, and she had never looked more beautiful..

Her eyes fluttered. The room tilted. And then everything went dark, his name a breath on her lips as she slipped into unconsciousness.

"Damon..."