Chapter 54: Creampie Inside The Brave Girl [R18]

He rolled on top of her and she made a small sound, half gasp, half laugh, and her hands came up to his chest.

"Wait," she said.

He stopped immediately. Held himself above her, weight on his forearms, and looked down at her face.

"What."

"Nothing. I just..." She bit her lip.

"I know what you meant." He dipped his head and kissed the corner of her mouth, then her jaw, then the soft spot under her ear. She shivered. "You’ll be fine. I’ll take it slow."

"You don’t have to take it slow."

He pulled back and looked at her. "No?"

"No." Her chin came up. That stubborn look again, the one she got in the training ring right before she did something reckless. "I don’t want slow."

He studied her for a moment. Then he smiled, and it wasn’t a nice smile.

"Alright," he said. "You asked for it."

He flipped her onto her stomach.

She yelped, more surprise than protest, and tried to push herself up on her elbows. He put a hand between her shoulder blades and pressed her back down into the mattress.

"Stay," he said.

"Damon..."

"Stay."

She stayed. He could feel her breathing hard under his palm, could see the flush creeping up the back of her neck. Her hands were fisted in the sheets on either side of her head.

He shifted down her body, dragging his mouth along her spine. Slow. Deliberate.

He kissed the knob at the base of her neck, then the dip between her shoulder blades, then lower, following the curve of her back down to the swell of her ass. She was trembling by the time he got there.

"Please," she whispered into the pillow.

"Please what."

"Just... please."

He bit her. Right on the meat of her ass, hard enough to leave a mark, and she yelped and jerked under him.

"Ow, what the hell..."

He soothed it with his tongue, then bit the other side. She moaned this time, long and shaky, and her hips pressed back into him.

"That’s what I thought," he said.

He reached between her legs from behind. She was soaked again, slick and hot, and when his fingers slid through her folds she cried out and her whole body shuddered.

"Still sensitive?" he asked.

"Yes. Yes, but don’t stop."

He didn’t stop. He worked her with his fingers, slow and thorough, spreading her wetness from her clit back to her entrance and then pushing two fingers inside. She gasped and arched her back, pushing her hips up toward his hand.

"God," she breathed. "God, that’s..."

He curled his fingers up, found the spot, and pressed. Her whole body jolted and she let out a sound that was almost a scream.

"There it is," he said.

He worked that spot with his fingers while his thumb pressed against her clit from behind, and she came apart in under a minute.

Bucking and moaning and clawing at the sheets, hips rolling against his hand, whole body shaking with it. He kept going through the orgasm until she was sobbing and trying to crawl away from his hand, and then he stopped.

She collapsed flat onto the mattress, panting.

He didn’t give her time to recover. He grabbed her hips and hauled her up onto her knees, face still down in the pillow, and positioned himself behind her.

"Wait," she gasped. "Wait, I need a second..."

"No you don’t."

"Damon..."

He pushed into her.

She screamed. Not in pain, though it was close. He was deeper at this angle than he had been before, and she was still clenching from the orgasm, and he had to stop halfway and breathe through his teeth.

"Too much?" he asked.

"No." Her voice was muffled by the pillow. "No, keep going. Please."

He kept going. Slow at first, letting her stretch around him, and then harder.

He gripped her hips and pulled her back onto him with every stroke, and the sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room.

She was moaning now, loud and rhythmic, no words, just sound. He gathered her hair in his fist and pulled her head up off the pillow.

"Let me hear you," he said.

"Ahh! AHHH Damon! Godd"

She got louder.

He fucked her harder, faster, and she was meeting him now, pushing back into every thrust. Her hands were braced against the headboard and she was moaning his name over and over.

"That’s it," he said. "Take it. Take all of it."

"I can’t... oh god, I can’t..."

"You can. You’re doing so good."

She moaned at that, something broken in her voice, and he felt her tighten around him.

She was close again. He could feel it in the flutter of her walls, the way her hips were losing their rhythm.

He reached around and put his fingers on her clit.

She came immediately. Screaming into the pillow, whole body convulsing, clenching around him so hard he saw spots.

He fucked her through it, hard and fast, and she kept coming, wave after wave, sobbing and shaking and pushing back into him even as she came apart.

He didn’t stop this time. He kept going, chasing his own release, and she was limp under him now, barely holding herself up. Just taking it. Moaning weakly with every thrust.

"One more," he said. "Give me one more."

"I can’t. I can’t, I can’t, it’s too much..."

"You can. Come for me again."

He fucked her harder, fingers still working her clit, and she came a third time with a broken cry that didn’t even sound human. Her whole body locked up and she gushed around him, soaking his hand and her thighs.

He pushed deep and held there and let go.

Splurt....Splurt...

He came inside her. Hard. Pulse after pulse, filling her up, and she moaned through it, long and shaky, still twitching from her own orgasm. He held her hips flush against his until he was done, until every last spasm had passed, and then he let go.

She collapsed onto the mattress. He came down with her, still inside, breathing hard against her shoulder.

Neither of them moved for a long time.

Eventually he pulled out. She made a small sound, and he watched himself spill out of her, thick and white, dripping down her thigh. He reached down and pushed it back in with two fingers.

She jerked. "What are you..."

"Just cleaning up."

"That’s not cleaning up, that’s..."

He pushed his fingers in deeper and she moaned, too wrecked to argue. He worked them in and out a few times, slow, watching her face in the mirror across the room. She was watching him in it too, eyes half lidded, mouth open.

He pulled his fingers out and held them up. They were coated.

"Open," he said.

She opened her mouth. He pushed his fingers in and she sucked them clean without being told, tongue working around his knuckles, eyes on his the whole time.

"Good girl," he said.

He pulled his fingers out and lay down beside her. She turned her head to look at him, and she was smiling. Small and tired and a little bit smug.

"What," he said.

"Nothing." She rolled onto her side and tucked herself against him, head on his chest, one arm thrown across his stomach. "Just... that was good."

"It was."

She laughed, breathless, and closed her eyes. He lay there with one hand on her back, staring at the ceiling, listening to her breathing slow.

She was asleep in minutes. He wasn’t tired. He could have gone again.

[100x Return System Activated.]

[Bonded Partner Confirmed: Vivian Ashford.]

[Bond Completion Reward: Processing...]