Chapter 1: One
Emma sipped her Cosmopolitan, feeling the buzz of the alcohol kick in as she surveyed the club. Tonight, she had decided to leave her comfort zone and explore a place she hadn't dared venture before—The Velvet Rose, a high-end club with a strict dress code and even stricter clientele. She had dressed the part, squeezing into a tiny black dress that accentuated her curves and paired it with her favorite silver heels. Her hair cascaded down her back in loose waves, and she had applied her makeup with a heavy hand, emphasizing her striking green eyes.
She was tired of the same old hookups, the same old faces. Young college
guys who couldn't last more than a few minutes, or worse, couldn't find her clit if their life depended on it. Tonight, she was looking for something different, something...more.
The bass was pounding, and the lights were flashing, but Emma didn't care. She was here for one thing, and she wasn't leaving until she got it. She spotted him across the room, a man sitting alone at a table in the VIP section. He was older, maybe mid-thirties, but he had the kind of presence that made everyone else fade into the background.
He was dressed in a tailored suit that hugged his broad shoulders and muscular frame. His hair was cropped short, and his jaw was square, with a hint of a shadow where he hadn't shaved. But it was his eyes that really caught her attention—piercing grey, like the stormy sea, and they were locked onto her like a predator zeroing in on its prey.
Emma felt a jolt of excitement, a thrill that was equal parts fear and anticipation. She took a deep breath and made her way over to him, her hips swaying with each step.
His cologne was musky and expensive, and it did something to her, made her heart race and her panties damp.
"You're new here," he said, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine.
"Just passing through," she replied, leaning against the table and looking up at him. "And you are?"
"Damon," he said, extending a hand. She took it, feeling the rough calluses on his palm.
"Emma," she said with a smirk.
"Nice to meet you, Damon. You're not from around here, are you?"
He chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that made her stomach flutter. "No, little girl, I'm not. I'm just passing through, like you."
He was looking at her with an intensity that made her feel exposed, like he could see right through her clothes. She loved it.
They talked for a while, his hand resting possessively on her thigh. She told him about her studies, her friends, her...hobbies. He listened, his gaze never leaving hers, his thumb tracing slow circles on her skin.
She could feel the heat of his touch through the thin fabric of her dress, and she shifted slightly, parting her legs ever so slightly to give him better access.
"Your turn," she said, her voice barely a whisper.
He smiled, a slow, predatory smile that made her insides clench with anticipation. "I'm a businessman," he said, his voice like velvet. "I travel a lot. I'm not used to...settling down."
She raised an eyebrow. "Not used to settling down, or not interested?"
He leaned in, his breath hot on her ear.
"Neither," he growled, his voice low and intense. "I like my freedom. I like...taking what I want, when I want it."
She shivered, feeling a rush of heat between her legs. "And what do you want, Damon?"
He pulled back, his eyes dark with desire. "I want to fuck you, Emma. Right now. Right here."
Her heart pounded in her chest, and she licked her lips, feeling a thrill of excitement mixed with a hint of fear. She had never done anything like this before, never been with someone so...dominant.
“In public
?” she breathed, her voice barely audible over the pulsating rhythm of the club.
He nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. “Right here, on this table. I want everyone to see you. To see what I’m doing to you.”
Emma’s heart was pounding in her chest, her body aching with a desperate, primal need she had never felt before. She looked around the club, at the writhing bodies on the dance floor, the couples making out in the shadows, the eyes that were already beginning to turn towards them.
She bit her lip, a smirk playing on her face.
"I like the sound of that."
Damon's eyes flashed with hunger. He stood up, his body towering over hers. He grabbed her wrist, his grip firm but not painful, and pulled her up to her feet. She gasped as he spun her around, pressing her against the table. His body was hard and hot against her back, and she could feel the outline of his cock, already hard and ready, pressing into her ass.
He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. "Put your hands on the table," he growled. "And don't fucking move them."
She complied, her heart pounding in her chest.
His hand moved to her hair, fisting it and pulling her head back, exposing her neck. He trailed hot, wet kisses up her neck, his teeth grazing her skin. She gasped, arching her back, pressing herself against him.
"You're a fucking tease, aren't you?" he growled, his voice dark and harsh. "You like this, don't you? You like being watched."
She could only nod, her breath coming in short gasps. He chuckled, a low, dangerous sound.
"Good girl," he said.
Emma could feel the heat of his breath on her neck, and she shivered with anticipation. "Now, lift your dress up for me."
She hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest. This was something she had never done before, never been this exposed, this vulnerable. But she trusted him, trusted the dark promise in his eyes. She took a deep breath and lifted her dress, inch by inch, until it was bunched up around her waist.
Damon let out a low growl of approval. He ran a hand up her inner thigh, his fingers brushing against the lace of her thong.
She bit her lip, trying to suppress the moan that threatened to escape.
"You're not wearing anything under this, are you?" he asked, his voice a low rumble.
She shook her head, her hair still gripped tightly in his fist.
"Good girl," he said, his voice dark with approval. He hooked his fingers into the lace and tore it off, the sound of ripping fabric echoing in the club. She jumped slightly, the suddenness of it sending a jolt of desire through her.
He threw the scrap of lace onto the table, his eyes flicking to the people around them, some of whom were now openly watching. This was the VVIP
section, after all, where the rules were different, where the boundaries were tested and sometimes broken.
Damon's hand returned to her thigh, his fingers slipping between her legs, finding her already drenched pussy. Emma bit back a moan, her hands gripping the edge of the table as he began to rub her clit in slow, deliberate circles.
"Fuck, you're wet," he growled in her ear, his voice thick with desire. "You're a naughty girl, aren't you? Getting off on being watched."
Emma didn't reply, couldn't reply.
Her eyes were closed, her head thrown back against Damon's shoulder, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. His fingers were moving faster now, rubbing her harder, and she could feel her orgasm building, the pressure inside her growing, threatening to explode.
"You like that, don't you?" Damon growled in her ear, his voice harsh and raw. "You like having my fingers inside you, don't you, you dirty little slut?"
The words sent a shockwave of pleasure through her, and she moaned, her body shaking. "Yes," she gasped. "Yes, I like it."
He chuckled, a dark, dangerous sound.
"Good girl. But I want more than just your moans. I want you to shout it. I want everyone to know how much you love having my fingers inside you."
Emma felt a flush of heat at his words, a mix of humiliation and excitement. She took a deep breath and opened her eyes, looking out at the crowd. People were watching, their eyes hungry and curious, some of them already touching themselves.
"Yes," she cried out, her voice loud and clear. "I love having your fingers inside me, Damon. I'm a fucking slut for you."
Damon growled in approval, his fingers moving faster, pushing deeper. She was moaning so loudly and obscenely
that it made him even harder. He wanted everyone to hear her, to know what he was doing to her, to see how fucking turned on she was.
“Look at them,” Damon commanded, nodding towards the crowd. “Look at how they’re watching you. How they can’t take their eyes off of you.”
Emma turned her head slightly, her eyes scanning the room. There were people pressed against the velvet ropes, their faces flushed with arousal, their eyes fixed on the spectacle playing out in front of them. Some had their hands down their pants, others were rubbing against their partners, lost in the moment.
Emma watched as a couple near the stage started making out, the woman straddling the man's lap, their body language saying they couldn't wait to get out of there and fuck.
"That's it, baby," Damon whispered in her ear, his fingers still working her clit, making her body shake. "Look at them, all turned on by you. You're fucking beautiful, Emma. A little slut, getting off on being watched."
Emma felt her cheeks flush, but she loved it. She loved the filthy words he was whispering in her ear, the way he was touching her, the way he was making her feel. She wanted more.
More of his touch, more of his words, more of his raw, dominant presence. Emma turned her head, seeking Damon's mouth, and they met in a fierce, passionate kiss. His tongue plunged into her mouth, claiming her, tasting her. She could taste the whiskey on his breath, a stark contrast to the sweetness of her cocktail. He bit her lip, hard enough to make her gasp, and she felt a surge of wetness between her legs.
Damon broke the kiss abruptly, leaving her breathless and wanting. He grabbed her by ass, lifting her to his waist
level, and she instinctively wrapped her legs around him, her dress riding up to expose her bare pussy. He carried her to the edge of the table and sat her down, spreading her legs wide open.
"Hold yourself open for me, slut," he ordered, his voice hoarse with desire.
Emma complied, her fingers spreading her pussy lips, revealing her glistening, wet flesh. Damon growled at the sight, his eyes dark with lust. He unzipped his pants, freeing his cock, which sprang out, hard and thick, the tip already slick with precum.
It was huge, curved
upward, and veins ran along its length, a testament to his power and strength. Emma gasped, her eyes widening at the sight of him. She had seen many cocks in her life, but none as impressive as this. This one was tattooed—a black snake wrapping around the base, its tongue flicking out just above his balls.
He gripped the base of his cock, stroking it a few times, looking into her eyes. “You’ve never seen
one like this before, have you, little girl?”
Emma shook her head, her eyes locked onto his cock. “Never,” she breathed.
“Good,” he growled. “Now, watch as I fuck you right here, right in front of everyone.”
He positioned himself at her entrance, the head of his cock nudging against her clit, making her gasp. He rubbed it against her, coating himself in her wetness, before sliding it down and pressing into her.
Emma moaned, her head falling back, her eyes closed. “Fuck,” she gasped. His cockhead was so big and girthy
that she was already feeling stretched, and he had barely even penetrated her. He was thick, wider than any cock she’d ever had, and she wondered if she could take all of him. She looked up at him, her eyes meeting his, filled with a mix of pain and pleasure. “You’re so fucking big, Damon.”
He chuckled, a low, dark sound that sent shivers down her spine. "Don't worry, baby," he said, his voice thick with lust. "I'll fit. Happens all the time
," Damon said, his eyes never leaving hers. "Just take a deep breath and relax. Let me in."
Emma nodded, taking a deep breath and forcing herself to relax. She spread her legs wider, opening herself up completely to him. Damon rubbed the head of his cock against her clit, coating it in her wetness, before pressing it against her entrance.
"Now, push out, baby," he instructed, his voice low and rough. "Push out like you're taking a shit."
Emma's cheeks flushed at his crude words, but she did as he said, pushing out and feeling the head of his cock slip inside her.
She gasped, her body stretching around him, the sensation intense and bordering on painful.
"Fuck, you're tight," he groaned, his fingers digging into her hips. "You okay, baby? You need to stop me?"
Emma shook her head, her eyes locked onto his. "No, don't stop. I want all of you, Damon."
He nodded, a smirk playing on his lips. "That's my girl. Now, hold on, because it's going to get rough."
She gasped at the sheer size of him, feeling a burning stretch as he began to fill her. Damon's eyes were locked onto hers, his grip on her hips tightening as he slowly pushed deeper.
"Fuck, you're so tight," he growled, his voice ragged with desire. "Your cunt's gripping my cock so fucking hard."
Emma moaned, her body adjusting to his size, her inner walls clenching around him. She could feel every inch of him as he pushed deeper, could feel the ridges of his cock, the pulsing of his veins. It was like nothing she had ever experienced before.
Damon's cock was a relentless intruder, forcing its way deeper and deeper into her, stretching her open wider than she had ever been. She could feel every inch of him, every ridge and vein, as he filled her up, pushing past her resistance, claiming her body as his own.
"Oh god," Emma moaned, her fingers gripping the edge of the table, her knuckles white. "It's too much, Damon. You're too big."
Damon chuckled, a low, dark sound that sent shivers down her spine. "You can take it, baby," he said, his voice thick with lust.
"You can take every fucking inch of me. Now, wrap your legs around my waist and hold on tight."
Emma did as she was told, her legs wrapping around him, her ankles locking at the small of his back. He held her hips firmly, his thumbs digging into the soft flesh, and began to move.
He pushed deeper, his cock spearing into her, filling her completely. Emma gasped, her eyes widening as she felt him bottom out inside her, his balls slapping against her ass. He paused for a moment, giving her time to adjust, before he began to move.
"Oh, fuck," Emma moaned, her body adjusting to the intrusion. "That's so fucking deep."
Damon grinned, a feral, hungry look in his eyes. "Yeah, baby," he said, his voice rough with desire. “Look at your belly
. See how it’s stretched tight around my cock?”
Emma looked down, her eyes widening at the sight. Her belly was indeed stretched taut, a clear outline of his cock visible beneath her skin. It was obscene, filthy, and she fucking loved it. She was only five feet tall
, and Damon was a good foot and a half taller, making her feel small and vulnerable in his strong grasp. His cock was so deep inside her that she could feel it in her throat, and every time he thrust forward, she swore she could taste the precome leaking from the tip.
He began to move, his hips snapping forward, his cock plunging into her with a force that made her whole body shake. He wasn't gentle, wasn't slow. He was fucking her like he owned her, like he had every right to use her body for his pleasure, and Emma loved every second of it.
The harsh slap of his body against hers, the way his cock filled her so completely she could feel it in her fucking soul, the crude, filthy words he growled in her ear—it was all too much, and yet, not enough.
"You're a filthy little slut, aren't you, Emma?" Damon grunted, his hips slapping against her ass, the sound echoing through the club. "You love having my cock inside you, don't you?"
Emma moaned in response, her body shuddering with each hard thrust.
"Yes, yes, I'm your filthy little slut, Damon. I fucking love your cock."
Damon groaned, his movements becoming more urgent, more desperate. “Talk dirty to me, Emma. Tell me what you want."
Emma turned her head, her eyes locking onto his. "I want you to fuck me harder, Damon. I want you to use me like your own personal fucktoy."
Damon's eyes darkened at her words, and he gripped her hips even tighter, his fingers leaving bruises on her soft flesh.
He began to fuck her in earnest, his hips slamming into hers with a force that made her whole body shake. The table beneath them groaned and creaked, but neither of them cared. They were too lost in the moment, too consumed by the raw, primal need that coursed through their veins.
Emma's hands gripped the edge of the table, her knuckles turning white as she held on for dear life. Damon's cock was a relentless force, a thick, pulsing length of flesh that filled her completely, that stretched her to the brink of pain and beyond.
Each time he thrust forward, Emma felt a burning stretch, a delicious ache that made her clit throb and her pussy clench around him. Damon growled, his voice a low, feral rumble that sent shivers down her spine. "You like feeling my big cock stretch your little cunt?"
Emma moaned, her body shuddering with each hard thrust. "Yes," she breathed, her voice barely a whisper. "Yes, I like it. I love it."
Damon chuckled, a dark, dangerous sound. "You're a fucking liar, little girl.
You love every fucking inch of my cock, don't you?" Damon growled, his hips slamming into hers with even more force. The table was shaking now, threatening to collapse under their combined weight and the relentless force of their fucking.
Emma cried out, her body shaking with every thrust. "Yes! Fuck, yes, I do! I love your big fucking cock, Damon! Fuck me harder!"
Damon's eyes narrowed, and he gripped her hips even tighter, his fingers digging into her soft flesh so hard she knew she'd be bruised. "Open your mouth,”
he ordered, his voice a low growl. “Show me those pretty little teeth, slut."
Emma complied, her lips parting, her teeth showing as she panted, her body shaking with each hard thrust of his cock inside her. Damon leaned down, spitting
into her open mouth. Emma's eyes widened in shock, but she quickly swallowed, the taste of his saliva salty and musky, arousing her even more.
"Good girl," he growled, his hips snapping forward, his cock plunging into her with a force that made her body convulse. "Now, suck on my fingers, slut. Show me how much you like being used."
Emma looked down, seeing his hand reach up, his fingers curling into a fist. She opened her mouth wider, her tongue flicking out to taste his knuckles, before wrapping her lips around them and sucking hard.
Damon groaned, his eyes glazing over with lust as he watched her suck on his fingers, her cheeks hollowing out with each pull.
"Fuck, that's hot," he growled, his hips moving faster, his cock fucking her with short, sharp thrusts. "You look so fucking sexy with my fingers in your mouth, Emma. Like a little fucking cockslut, desperate for any piece of me she can get."
Emma moaned around his fingers, her eyes watering as she sucked harder, her head bobbing up and down in time with his thrusts. He then devoured her mouth with
his, kissing her roughly, biting her lip, his tongue fucking her mouth as if it were her pussy. She could taste herself on him, her arousal and his saliva mixing in a filthy, delicious cocktail.
"You're a little fucking tease, aren't you?" he growled, pulling his fingers from her mouth. "You want more?"
Emma nodded eagerly, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She wanted more. She wanted everything.
Damon reached down, grabbing her wrists and pinning them above her head. He looked into her eyes, his own dark with desire.
He sucked her tongue with
a filthy aggression, his hand gripping the back of her neck, holding her in place as he plundered her mouth. She moaned, her body arching into him, her tits pressing against his chest.
He broke the kiss and then spat into her mouth again. Emma took it without hesitation, swallowing his saliva as he watched her, his eyes never leaving hers. He knew she loved it, loved the taste of him, loved the way he claimed her body, her mouth, her very soul.
"Fucking filthy little slut," he growled, his voice low and rough. He was uncontrollably in heat
, and he didn't give a fuck who saw them. He wanted everyone to see her, to see what he was doing to her, to see her come undone. He wanted their eyes on her, he wanted them to know that she was his.
He released her wrists and thrust his hand into her hair, pulling it roughly. Her head was thrown back, exposing her neck, and he bit down hard enough to leave marks. She cried out, her body arching, her eyes rolling back in her head.
He could feel her pussy clenching around his cock, her inner walls gripping him like a vice.
They were high
, dangling on the edge of something wild and dangerous, and Damon was loving every fucking second of it.
"That's it, baby," he growled, his voice harsh and low. "Take my cock, take every fucking inch. You're mine, Emma. You know that, don't you?"
Emma moaned, her body writhing against him, her eyes wild and unfocused. "Yes, yes, I'm yours, Damon. I'm your little slut, your fucking whore."
Damon chuckled, a dark, wicked sound. “That’s right, baby.
You’re my little fucking whore,” Damon growled, his thrusts becoming even more brutal. He could feel her pussy tighten around him, her muscles clenching as she got closer to her orgasm. He wanted to feel her come undone, wanted to hear her scream his name as she came all over his cock.
He pulled her head back further, exposing her throat, and he began to bite and suck on her neck, leaving bruises in his wake. Emma cried out, her body convulsing with each hard thrust, her fingers digging into his back as she held on for dear life.
“Fuck, yes, Damon,” she screamed. This was the most obscene
, the most filthy, the most fucking amazing sex she’d ever had. He was using her, fucking her like she was his personal plaything, and she was loving every second of it.
Damon gripped her hair tighter, his other hand moving to her tits. He squeezed them hard, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, his thumb rubbing roughly over her nipples through the thin fabric of her dress. Emma cried out, her back arching, her head falling back against his shoulder.
“Fuck, your tits are perfect, baby,” he growled, his voice thick with lust. They were huge on her petite
frame, and he loved the way they filled his hands. He squeezed them harder, his thumb and forefinger pinching her nipples through the thin fabric of her dress, making her cry out and squirm beneath him.
“You want me to fuck your tits, don’t you, slut?” he asked, his voice low and dangerous.
Emma nodded eagerly, her breath coming in short gasps. “Yes, yes, I want it. Please, Damon.”
He grinned, a wicked, filthy smile that made her heart race. “Good girl,” he said, his voice dark with approval.
“Now, lean back and let me see those fucking tits.”
Emma complied, arching her back and pushing her chest out. Damon grinned, his eyes locked onto her tits, his cock pulsing inside her at the sight. He reached up, taking one nipple between his fingers, and squeezed hard, making her gasp.
"These are sexy as fuck, baby," he growled, his voice low and rough. "I want to see them. Now."
He pulled the neckline of her dress down, exposing her breasts to the air and the hungry eyes of the crowd.
Her nipples were hard and erect, begging for attention. Damon leaned down, taking one nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud as he bit down gently. Emma moaned, her back arching, her fingers gripping his hair.
"Fuck, baby, your tits are so fucking perfect," Damon growled, his voice muffled by her flesh. He sucked and bit at her nipples, leaving red marks on her pale skin. He wanted to leave his mark on her, wanted everyone to know that she belonged to him.
He released her nipple with a pop and moved to the other one, treating it to the same rough, filthy attention. Emma was moaning constantly now, her body writhing and shaking with each rough tug of his mouth.
“Fuck, Damon,” she cried out, her voice hoarse with desire. “Please, don’t stop.”
Damon chuckled, a wicked, dark sound. “Don’t worry, baby,” he said, his voice thick with lust. “I’m nowhere near done with you yet.
You’re going to cum for me, and then we’re going to do this all over again. Fucking wildcat,” Damon groaned, pulling back to look at Emma. Her eyes were glazed over with desire, her lips parted, her breath coming in quick pants. Her cheeks were flushed, her hair a wild tangle around her face. She looked like a goddamn wet dream come to life.
He started pounding into her again, his hips slapping against hers, the sound of flesh against flesh echoing through the club. Emma threw her head back, her eyes closed, her hands gripping the edge of the table like a lifeline.
She could feel every inch of Damon's cock as he pounded into her, stretching her, filling her, owning her. She could feel the ridges of his shaft, the pulsing of his veins, the velvety softness of the skin stretched taut over his iron-hard length. She could feel the heat of his body, the slickness of her juices coating his cock, the force of his thrusts shaking her entire body.
"Fuck, you're so tight," Damon growled, his voice raw with desire.
"I can feel every inch of your cunt gripping my cock. You're a fucking vise, baby. A hot, wet vise."
Emma could only moan in response, her body shuddering with each brutal thrust. Damon's cock was a relentless force, a thick, pulsing length of flesh that stretched her wide open, that filled her completely, that pushed her to the very edge of her limits. She could feel the ridges of his shaft, the veins that pulsed with his heartbeat, the velvety softness of his cockhead as it slammed into her cervix with each hard thrust.
The curvature
of his dick—a wicked upward bend that hit her g-spot with every stroke—made her vision swim. The sensation was too much, too intense, and yet she wanted more. She wanted to feel him everywhere, to know him intimately, completely.
"You feel so good, baby," Damon groaned, his voice guttural, primal. "So fucking tight. You're going to milk my cock dry, aren't you? You're going to make me come so hard I can't see straight."
Emma's voice was raw, her breath ragged. "Yes, yes, fuck me, Damon. I’m cumming
, I’m fucking cumming!" Emma screamed, her body writhing and convulsing as a powerful orgasm ripped through her. Damon felt her pussy clamp down on his cock, her inner muscles gripping him like a vice, milking him for everything he had.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he groaned, his hips snapping forward, his cock pounding into her with short, sharp thrusts. He could feel his own orgasm building, the pressure in his balls growing to the point of pain. He wanted to roar, wanted to scream, wanted to mark Emma as his own in every way possible. It was a huge one
, and it was taking every bit of self-control to keep from shooting his load right then and there.
"That's it, baby," he growled, his voice hoarse with desire. "Come all over my cock. Show me what a good little cunt you are. Show me what that pretty little pussy can do."
Emma was gasping, her body shuddering with the force of her orgasm. "Oh god, Damon, fuck, I'm coming! I'm fucking coming!" she screamed, her voice echoing through the club.
Damon watched, his eyes dark with lust, as Emma's face contorted with pleasure.
Her body convulsed around him, her inner walls clenching and unclenching, milking his cock like a fucking pro. He could feel her juices coating his shaft, could feel the heat of her orgasm as it washed over him.
"Fuck, yeah, that's it," he growled, his hips snapping forward, his cock pounding into her with brutal, relentless force. "You're such a dirty little slut, aren't you, Emma? You love taking my big cock, don't you?
You love feeling me stretch your little cunt wide open," Damon snarled, his voice a dark growl as he slammed into her, his hips moving with brutal force. They were lost in the moment, consumed by the raw, primal need that consumed them both.
Emma's body was on fire, each thrust of Damon's cock sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She could feel every inch of him, every ridge, every vein as he pounded into her, his hips slapping against hers with a force that made her entire body shake.
Damon couldn’t hold his huge load
any longer. He felt it coming—a massive, explosive orgasm that was going to blow his fucking mind. He gripped Emma even tighter, holding her close to his chest as he began to thrust into her with short, sharp movements.
"Fuck, I'm gonna fucking come," he growled into her ear, his voice ragged and hoarse. "I'm gonna come so fucking hard, baby. I'm gonna fill your tight little cunt with my cum."
Emma was gasping for breath, her body writhing and shaking with each brutal thrust. She could feel it too—the tension building, the pressure mounting.
Emma's body was slick with sweat, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. She could feel Damon's cock throbbing inside her, could feel the heat of his body, the raw power of his thrusts.
"Fuck, Damon," she gasped, her fingers digging into his back. "I want to feel you come inside me. I want to feel your hot cum fill me up. Please, Damon, fuck me harder."
Damon growled, a low, primal sound that sent shivers down her spine. He roared as
he felt his orgasm explode out of him like a volcano. His hips snapped forward, his cock pounding into her with every ounce of strength he had left. He felt his balls tighten, his cock pulsing and twitching as he came.
He groaned, a deep, guttural sound that vibrated through her entire body. He could feel his cum shooting into her, filling her up, coating her insides with his hot, sticky seed. He held her tightly, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, his body shaking with the force of his release.
Emma cried out, her own orgasm crashing over her like a wave.