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I moved her mouth off me, and she looked at me with swollen lips. "Was that okay?"
"It was amazing."
She smiled like I'd given her an award. She needs to be seen and appreciated, I added to my list of things to do for Emilia.
I removed my pants and boxers in one go and climbed on the bed. I sat up and held my hand to her. "Ride me."
Chapter 20
Emilia
His tone held an arrogance that for some perverse reason aroused me. I crawled to him and straddled him. I kissed his lips softly. Little nips and bites.
Damian's hands cupped my breasts and began to squeeze. I'd never thought much of my breasts. I was a B cup. But here was a man who seemed to be completely into them. It was a damn good feeling to be desired by Damian. His hands left my breasts and held my hips when I tried to move. "No, darling, not yet."
I looked at him quizzically. "You wanted me to ride you?"
"I do but if I let you slide your hot pussy onto my cock I'm going to blow before I see you come again."
He moved with me and lay down completely on his back. "Ride my face, first."
I stared at him and shook my head. He was out of his mind if he thought I was going to do that; be that exposed to him.
"Emilia," he said sternly, "do as you're told."
"No. First of all, it's embarrassing and second, it can't be hygienic."
He burst out laughing and hauled me on to him so he could kiss me. "I've already had my tongue inside your pussy. How will this be any different?"
"I don't…it's just."
He slapped my ass hard and it surprisingly felt amazing because my pussy got wetter. His fingers dug into my hips, and he pulled me up. "On my face, Em. I need to taste you again."
He didn't let me dawdle but maneuvered me, so my pussy was against his mouth. He pulled me down and his tongue was inside me. I lost my mind because it felt so damned good. I grabbed hold of the headboard before I lost my balance in more ways than one as he ate me like I was his last meal.
He nipped, sucked, and licked, moaning his own pleasure against my sensitized pussy. I held on to the headboard and before I could stop myself my hips from rocking against his mouth.
"Fuck yeah," he ground out as his fingers dug into my ass.
I'd seen this happen in porn and read about it, but I thought it was vulgar, dirty even; and it was in the very best way.
Damian started to swirl his tongue around my clit and everything inside me clenched, preparing for release. I lost control and cried out as I rubbed against his face, not caring if I smelled strange or that he would find me disgusting. I just wanted to come. There was a desperation inside me that hadn't ever been there.
"Damian, like that." I couldn't believe the words coming out of my mouth, like I understood what was happening to me. Newsflash: I didn't!
He pulled me down, burying his face between my thighs. His five-o-clock shadow abraded the inside of my thighs, and they shook from the sheer force of how I felt.
I almost lost my balance when one of his hands moved away from my ass. I turned and saw the most beautiful sight in the world. Damian pulling at his erection—hard, twisting the head off as he did.
"Don't come," I screamed, "I want you to come inside me."
My words seemed to propel him into motion, and he moved so I was still kneeling against the headboard, but he was behind me. He wrapped my hair in one fist and I felt the other against my pussy. "Gonna take you from behind." His voice was guttural like it was hard for him to get the words out. I understood because I was speechless as well. My clitoris was throbbing, aching for release.
With a snap, he was balls deep inside me and I came, pulsing around him, feeling tears roll down my cheeks. Pleasure and pain swirled inside me.
He held me as I shook from the force of my release but before I was completely down, he pulled my hair and bit the side of my neck, his lips brushing against my ear.
He pulled out of me completely and then slammed inside me. "You feel so damn good, Em."