Holding her by the hair, Damian's waist began swaying back and forth, his motions slow and deliberate. He stared down at her face as she eagerly welcomed him in, reluctant to let go each time he withdrew.
He was coated in her saliva, the excess dripping to the floor, yet that did nothing to slow his rhythm. The blend of her moans and soft gagging formed a melody unlike any other. The struggle she put up to take him gave him a raw, intoxicating pleasure that even Hazel had never offered.
After ten long minutes, Damian pulled out and released her hair, causing her to slump to the ground as she gasped for air. Between her labored breaths, however, was a blissful expression.
This was the face of someone who had finally tasted fulfillment.
"More… Please let me have more."
She reached for him desperately, but Damian stepped back and shook his head. He returned to the couch and sat down, still firm and unwavering.
