Her heart was pounding already, but when he pulled his shirt up over his head and tossed it on the floor she couldn't breathe. His chest and arms were covered in tattoos, she'd been there for every one. It was like a timeline of their life. Without conscious thought, her eyes searched the bared skin looking for new ink, anything different she could latch onto but there was nothing.
"There won't be anything added unless you put it there," he said softly. She hated that he knew her so well.
"Let. Me. Go!" She yelled and jerked against the cuffs. He moved toward her but she was under no illusion that he intended to release her. He put one big hand against her stomach and held her back against the wall. With his other hand, he grabbed ahold of her loose sweats and tugged.
"Stop it!" She kicked him but it didn't help. In fact, it gave him an advantage and he yanked the sweats all the way off her feet and tossed them away.
"You're not wearing panties." He grinned and she glared at him. He squatted down and she caught her breath. He was still holding her against the wall with one hand she might be able to knock him off balance but she was too distracted wondering what he was going to do.
He leaned his face close to her newly bared pussy and rubbed his nose against her closely trimmed hair. She felt him inhale and then he groaned.
"God, Baby, you smell so good. It makes me light-headed." He rubbed his stubble covered cheek against her just enough to scratch and she gasped. It felt good, way too good, and it reminded her of way too much.
He ran his tongue between her lips and she bit back the moan. He knew just what to do to turn her into a puddle. It wasn't fair. His tongue circled her clit and then speared deeper. She fought the overwhelming urge to spread her legs and felt him chuckle. He knew her too well. He pulled back without making her cum and the disappointment was sharp.
"Want me to keep going?"
"No," she said stubbornly and he laughed. He stood slowly still holding her to the wall.
"You will," he whispered. "You'll beg me to keep going and never stop."
"Not anymore." She protested hoping she sounded stronger than she felt. Apparently, she didn't because he just laughed again.
He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers forcing his tongue into her closed mouth. He tasted the same, with a hint of her. It had been too long. She didn't want to kiss him. She fought the urge and while she didn't completely give in neither did she fight. His hands slid over her body in a firm caress. Awakening everything she'd been trying to ignore. His hands gripped the front of her T-shirt and she didn't notice at all until he pulled back. Then he pulled it apart ripping it right up the middle. She gasped in surprise and cursed her overactive libido when her pussy throbbed.
He tore through the sleeves as well and let the shredded garment fall to the floor. He stepped back away from her and his eyes roamed over her. She was completely naked and she wondered if he was looking for any changes as well.
"You're so fucking hot," his voice was barely a whisper, she'd always loved the way he looked at her. The way he made her feel. He reached down and unhooked his belt. He unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans and she waited, watching him. She could see the bulge. His cock was a lot bigger than most and she loved the way he used it. When he didn't move to drop his jeans she finally tore her eyes away and looked at his face. He was smirking at her. Smirking! Damn arrogant man! She smiled at him and moved toward him. She turned as if she were going to use her bound hands to free him from his jeans, at the last second, she rammed her shoulder into his ribs. She knocked him off balance and ran past him.
He was off balance but not knocked down so it took him no time at all to catch her. He tackled her to the floor pulling her on top of him rather than landing on top of her. She still fought trying to get away. She squirmed but he held her tight. Finally, out of desperation she turned and bit him hard on his peck.
"Damn!" He shuddered and jerked and she released him. He pinned her to the floor straddling her waist and holding her shoulders down. "Hellcat." He growled. Before she even realized what he was going to do he forced a ball between her teeth and secured it behind her head. She screamed at him through the ball gag but it was less than satisfying. She bit the gag but that was less than satisfying as well.
Damon sat back on his heels his legs still spread over her waist and smiled. She couldn't go anywhere and they both knew it. He pulled his long jet-black hair back from his face and secured it with a tie. Then he leaned over her.
"I don't want to have to gag you, Baby. I like your mouth, love your mouth but you have to play nice." He ran his tongue up her neck and sucked her earlobe and she tried not to squirm. "Are you aching as much as I am. I'm like a starving man and you're a feast. I just don't know where to start." He slid his hands up her torso and cupped her breasts in his big hands. She closed her eyes and his mouth closed over one nipple. She tried to gasp, but it was difficult with the ball gag. She couldn't move her hands either to push him away or pull him closer. She was completely at his mercy and she was aching.
He switched to the other nipple and she pushed into his mouth. He lifted off of her and moved back. He spread her legs and moved in-between. He draped her legs over his spread thighs so she still couldn't do much with them.
He gazed down at her and ran the tip of his finger over her clit, just barely touching. She whimpered and squirmed, but it didn't help. If she managed to get closer he just moved away. That tiny touch was like a sharp electric charge, intense and yet not enough to make her cum. He moved his finger down and slid it deep into her.
"Oh God, Jo, you're so tight and wet. I want to be in you so bad." He added another finger and slowly stroked in and out when he began to scissor them her breath caught. She shook her head no and growled at him.
"You sure?" He asked and she nodded. He withdrew his fingers and pulled back. He stood leaving her on the floor and she watched him. He was looking down at her. Watching her eyes as he kicked off his boots and dropped his jeans. He stood there stroking his cock as he stood over her and her chest felt tight. Slowly he lowered himself back down to the floor. He resumed his position and draped her legs over his. Instead of his finger, he used the head of his cock, he rubbed it back and forth slowly over her clit and then once again he moved down.
It had been a while and he was so big but she wanted it, needed it. He pushed slowly but firmly, it burned as she started to stretch and she arched her back, god she missed this. He didn't let up and she bit the ball gag but still moaned anyway. She felt the huge head as it moved deeper sliding over her swollen tissue until there was nowhere left to go and still he pushed. She moaned and he pushed harder until her body literally shifted to accommodate him. Her body jerked and spasmed around the huge invader and she screamed into the ball gag. He held perfectly still while her body pulsed and twitched to expel him. It was overwhelming, it had been so long. He was the only one who could ever do this to her. There was no way to recreate it. God knew she'd tried. She clenched her eyes shut letting herself feel until it all subsided. Then he moved. He pulled slowly down to just the head and pushed back in again. She wrapped her legs around him, trying to force him to move faster but she couldn't. He was solid and immovable. He pulled out again and she whimpered. He pushed back in again and then he leaned over her.
"You know why that feels so good?" He whispered, "Because you were made for me. My dick and your pussy were molded at the same time. No other dick and no other pussy will ever feel like this. His dark eyes glittered with passion. That look got her every time. The idea of him ever looking at anyone else like that made her sick to her stomach.
"Come'ere Baby." He slid his arms under her lifting her shoulders and back off the floor. He lifted her all the way into his lap shoving his dick as deep as it could go and then some. She whimpered at the sensation but she locked her ankles behind his back preventing him from moving back. He kissed her neck. Licking and sucking, ignoring her growing need to have him move. Finally, she released her legs so she could do it herself and he took advantage pushing up to his feet.
He carried her back to the kitchen and leaned her back against the wall. He released one of her legs so only her toes reached the floor and held the other at his waist. He pulled out and they both groaned as he pushed back in again. The position made it so tight it was almost impossible. She knew it had to be bordering on pain for both of them, but she loved every second. He flicked her clit and she screamed into the ball gag. Her orgasm shattered through her in jagged splinters. She bucked against him and lifted her leg to ease it but it didn't help. She could only ride it out as she jerked and twitched.
Damon's eyes were clenched and she knew he was feeling the intensity too. When it finally subsided he eased out of her. She didn't like it. He hadn't cum. She didn't want him out until he came. She growled but he just smiled at her.
He laid her on her back on the dining table and dabbed a little chocolate frosting on each of her nipples. He took his time sucking it off and then he moved down and smeared it across her pussy. Again, he took his time licking it off, dragging his sharp stubble over her mound. He sucked and nibbled, but avoided her clit until she growled at him through the gag.
"Did you need something, Baby," he asked sweetly and she growled again. "You want to cum?" She nodded and he chuckled. He continued his exploration of her, this time including her clit. He licked and sucked it and she came almost immediately under the direct assault.
