Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 79244 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79244 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
His dick pulses inside me, and when I sense him filling me with that delicious spunk, I’m on the verge of tears, because this is all so much. I’m not sure I can handle it.
“Go on. Swallow,” he rasps, resting his entire weight on me, cock pushed in so deep it makes my insides ache.
"Yes, all of it…" I mutter, wiggling my ass against him as if that could help keep more of his cum inside me. “Fuck… it feels so good. You feel so good.” I press my forehead against the table, eyes closed as he strokes my neck. I’m just a vessel for his pleasure.
At least I tell myself that, because the truth is, I’m almost there myself. My balls ache from how much I want to come. But then he feels too heavy on top of me. I couldn’t lift him if I tried. Damen is a beast taking his satisfaction, and I have to wait for mine.
He is pumping into me frantically, and it’s making me catch fire.
I may have even cried a little. I don’t know. I’m too overwhelmed to be sure.
“Good boy,” Damen whispers, and his warm, gentle lips dance over the back of my neck as I tremble, struggling between the need to come and the desire to stay still, stuffed full of his hard meat and cum. He makes the decision for me when he withdraws, leaving me sore, empty, and still incredibly horny.
I’m about to grab my erection and put an end to the tension in my body, but he flips me over, and I watch him suck in my entire cock.
Is it already New Year’s Eve? Because I’m seeing fireworks.
I let out a strangled moan, and my hand ends up in his hair. I’m not pulling nor pushing his head down, just caressing my gorgeous captor as he makes my eyes roll back. All it takes is a few moves of his head, his tongue twisting around my shaft, and I’m there.
La petit mort.
I moan, I writhe, legs trembling, voice choked. My ass clenches, and when I sense the slippery wetness between my ass cheeks, my orgasm gets more intense. Did I manage to keep Damen’s cum in, or did I drip it all over the pristine table? I won’t know until later. If he doesn’t care, I don’t have to either.
He swallows around my cock, strokes my hips and thighs, and when I’m at my weakest, he’s next to me, prone on the table, and pulls my head onto his chest. “I swear, sex was never this good,” he mumbles and presses a kiss to my forehead.
I cuddle up to him, all tender and in need of affection. I don’t even care to pull my pants up yet, because he might want to stroke my ass. “It’s because we’re married. It hits different.” I chuckle and kiss his pecs.
His chest rumbles with laughter. “No. I think it’s you, mon chéri. All you,” he adds and tips my face up before diving for a kiss. I can taste myself on his tongue, and while I’m too spent to have another go now, the pleasant tingle racing up my spine is a promise of what comes when we’ve both rested. “You saw all of me and stayed. Means you’re something special.”
“I want all of you. No lies, no bullshit. And I love that you’re so passionate, and confident, and… maybe I’m naive, but I feel safe with you.” I stroke his side, in love with his body.
And let’s be honest: in love with him, but I’m too intimidated to say that out loud just yet.
Damen’s eyes are so very warm when he smiles at me and slides one arm under my body, as if he wants to keep me safe from the hard surface under us. “I won’t let you down. I promise.”
We kiss some more until he pulls back to yawn, then hides his face in the crook of my shoulder. “I need a nap before the party tonight.”
“Ah, right. The Christmas Eve thing. The one you got me a suit for. Yes. Nap. Together. You’re not sleeping on the sofa again.”
Chapter 19
Killian
The dazzling lights of the Christmas Eve party at the Van der Horn mansion are probably so bright the astronauts can spot them from space. Drinks—both alcoholic and soft—stream freely, and the table of pre-dinner snacks overflows with all kinds of delicacies surrounding an ice sculpture depicting Santa’s sled
Damen looks so good in the slim burgundy suit I wish I could keep him to myself tonight, but that’s not gonna happen, so I try not to get too obviously erect as I imagine sucking him off behind the antique Japanese screen in the corner.
We missed the arrival of yet more guests earlier, but now Damen is introducing me to them all. I’m not surprised my presence at his side is no longer a big shock. After all, this place has internet access, and the news about Damen’s new husband has spread like wildfire. Some of the women want me to shop with them, the men offer to teach me golfing, but the most important new guest is still a bit confused about my role.