MY ALPHA FATHER'S BEST FRIEND 19
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DAMON
His hands spread my legs wider, and I can feel his breath on my most intimate parts. I’m already wet, already aching for him.
“Look at you,” he groans. “So wet for me already. Did wearing this lingerie turn you on, little wolf? Knowing I’d see you in it?”
“Yes,” I whimper.
“Good girl.”
Then his tongue is on me and I cry out.
He licks a long, slow stripe up my center, from my c**t to my entrance and back down. Taking his time, savoring me.
“Damon, please…”
“Shh. I said I was going to take my time. And I meant it.”
His tongue circles my c**t, teasing, never quite giving me enough pressure. When I try to grind back against his face, his hands grip my hips, holding me still.
“Patience,” he warns.
He continues his torturous exploration, licking and kissing and tasting every part of me except where I need him most. By the time he finally sucks my c**t into his mouth, I’m so wound up I nearly come from that alone.
“That’s it,” he encourages. “Let me hear you.”
He alternates between sucking my c**t and thrusting his tongue inside me, and I’m a moaning, writhing mess. My hands fist in the bedding, searching for something to anchor me.
When he slides two fingers inside me, curling them to hit that spot that makes me see stars, I come with a scream.
But he doesn’t stop. Keeps working me through the orgasm and right into another one.
“Too much,” I gasp. “Damon, I can’t…”
“Yes, you can. Give me another one.”
His fingers pump faster, his mouth more aggressive on my c**t. The second orgasm hits even harder, and I feel myself gush around his fingers.
“f**k yes,” he groans. “That’s my girl. Squirt for me.”
When the pleasure finally subsides, I’m boneless, panting into the mattress.
Damon withdraws his fingers and I hear him licking them clean.
“Best meal ever,” he murmurs.
Then he’s flipping me over onto my back. The bra is still on, my breasts spilling out of the decorative cups. The stockings and garters are still intact.
He positions himself between my legs, the head of his c**k pressing against my entrance.
“Look at me,” he commands.
I force my eyes open, meeting his molten gaze.
“I love you,” he says, slowly pushing inside. “I love you so f*****g much, Maya.”
“I love you too,” I gasp as he fills me.
Even after two years, he still feels huge. The stretch is intense but perfect, my body welcoming him home.
When he’s fully seated, he pauses, letting me adjust, then pulls almost all the way out and then slams back in, making me cry out.
“You like that?”
“Yes! f**k….yes!”
He sets a punishing rhythm, driving into me hard and fast. The bed frame bangs against the wall with each thrust.
“Touch yourself,” he orders. “Play with your t**s while I f**k you.”
I cup my breasts, squeezing and pinching my n*****s through the lace. The added stimulation makes everything more intense.
“Harder,” he growls. “Pinch them harder.”
I obey, and the sharp pain mixing with pleasure has me gasping.
“That’s it. f**k, you look so good like this. Spread out beneath me, taking my c**k, playing with yourself.”
His words push me higher. I can feel another orgasm building.
“Damon, I’m close…”
“Not yet. Hold it.”
“I can’t…”
“Yes, you can.” He slows his thrusts, drawing out the pleasure. “You don’t come until I give you permission.”
The dominance in his voice makes my p***y clench around him.
He notices and grins. “You like that, don’t you? Like when I’m bossy.”
“Yes,” I admit breathlessly.
“Good. Because tonight, you’re mine to command.” He leans down, bracing himself on his forearms so his face is inches from mine. “Say it. Say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours.”
“Again.”
“I’m yours, Damon. All yours.”
“That’s right. My mate. My Luna. My wife.” Each word is punctuated by a deep thrust. “Mine to f**k. Mine to pleasure. Mine to fill with my cum.”
“Yes! Please!”
“Please what?”
“Please let me come!”
“Not yet.”
He pulls out completely and I whimper at the loss. But then he’s flipping me over again, pulling my hips up so I’m on my hands and knees.
“This time, I want you from behind,” he says, running his hands over my ass. “Want to watch my c**k disappear into this perfect pussy.”
He enters me in one hard thrust and we both groan.
This angle is deeper, more intense. He grips my hips hard enough to bruise, pounding into me with relentless force.
“Look at that,” he groans. “Look at how well you take me. Like you were made for my cock.”
“I was,” I gasp. “Made for you. Only you.”
One of his hands slides around to find my c**t, rubbing in fast circles.
“Now,” he growls. “Come now.”
The permission is all I need. The orgasm crashes over me like a tidal wave, and I scream his name.
My p***y clamps down on him so hard he curses, his rhythm faltering.
“f**k, Maya. I’m gonna…”
“Yes…yes! Fill me up! Please!”
He slams into me one last time and I feel him pulse, filling me with hot spurts of c*m. So much that it starts to leak out around him.
He stays inside me as we both catch our breath, his hand rubbing soothing circles on my lower back.
“I love you,” he murmurs. “So f*****g much.”
“Love you too.”
When he finally pulls out, I feel his c*m drip down my thighs. He makes a satisfied sound.
“Stay just like that for a second.”
I hear him move, then feel something soft—a towel?—cleaning me gently.
“Such a good girl,” he praises. “Taking everything I gave you.”
When I’m cleaned up, he helps me out of the bra and stockings, then pulls me into his arms.
We lie there tangled together, his hand stroking my hair, my head on his chest listening to his heartbeat.
“That was…” I can’t even find words.
“Amazing? Incredible? Mind-blowing?”
I laugh. “All of the above.”
“We’re just getting started, little wolf.” His hand slides down to cup my breast, his thumb brushing my n****e. “I plan to keep you up all night.”
“Is that a threat or a promise?”
“Both.”
By the time we finally fall asleep, exhausted and sated, the sun is starting to rise.
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