Chapter 43
He pulled her panties to the side as his finger slid deeper into her. He quickly felt her dripping off his knuckles. She gasped as he grabbed the front of her panties in his fist and ripped them right off of her. The thin sheer material was quickly shredded as he pulled it.
He needed to see more of her, so he lifted her dress over her head which revealed more of her supple pussy lips. As the dress dropped to the floor, he ogled at the sight of her beautiful large areola. His eyes could not hide his approval as he glanced over her sexy body. He felt his lust building within.
As her spasm subsided, he feasted more on her neck, shoulders, breasts, and firm dark nipples and rubbed the head of his eager penis for the first time against her engorged wet pussy lips. He wanted to savor the feeling of her, despite his desperation to be in her.
He went back to kissing her neck and felt how hard he still was. His hands explored her body, and she let out a soft moan. She loved feeling his hands on her body, she craved it. He pushed on her thigh, prompted her to spread her legs wider, and he reached for her pussy again. The touch instantly made her melt.
As time went on, he became more and more happy and content with everything that was going on until he realized that being inside this woman was what was important. To make things even more exciting for him, he grabbed her and dragged her to his waist, with strong hands lifting her from behind. As he carried her out of the office and into his room, she squealed softly when she landed on the bed, which made him even more excited. From under her eyelashes, her mouth opened wide. Her tits were perky as she looked at him. She spread her legs so wide as she sat back and welcomed him.
He got on the bed between those beautiful legs. His throbbing cock was ready, and her pussy was dripping wet as she was moaning and quivering.
"You're mine now, Princess," he told her.
She smiled and barely said, "Yes."
She could feel his dick, hard and ready, as she spread her legs. Rubbing it up and down, teasingly lining her wet pussy. Slowly, he sank into her opening. He was inching in deeper and deeper until she was completely filled.
Miranda cried out in pain and pleasure as his fat cock head made its way to her pussy opening, her tight pussy gripping his cock. She screamed as half his cock was buried into her, and blood stained the bed, evidence of her acceptance into womanhood.
Damian began to thrust gently, only pushing his cock halfway in, letting her get used to his size with every thrust. Her pussy became wetter, her moans encouraging him.
He made her keep her eyes open and locked onto him as he slid inside her soaked flower, inch by inch, slowly, her warm wet tight pussy sending shivers all over his body. Her eyes looked so tired yet alert. She felt like closing them, but he made her continue to look at him until he reached the hilt.
Damian held it there for a long time, allowing her to experience the fullness for the first time. Her body was stiff, her hands tightly clasped his upper arms, back arched, head back, neck exposed, but she still looked him in the eyes. Her sensual toned body, her throbbing pussy with his cock vanished into its midst, her glinting eyes, dark wild hair, half-open mouth, swollen breasts, and hard pointed nipples can all be seen even in the dark shadows.
Her pussy was extremely sensitive after the orgasm, and her earthy groans indicated she was on the verge. He maintained a deliberately slow, deep, steady rhythm that allowed him to continue enjoying the intimate sensations of her body long enough for her pussy to clamp as he began thrusting in and out, gradually increasing in speed.
Right from the first day he saw her, he wanted her, he needed her, he liked her, wedded her, and now they were here together, alone, far away from everything and everyone else.
Her eyes closed as she became engrossed in the sensation. She made him feel unbelievably good by milking his cock with her hungry pussy. His growling, her breathy moans, the sound of her wetness and skin slapping together, and moans coming from him as the pressure built. The room was filled with his growling, and she could feel it.
His gaze was fixed on her body as he drew back for a moment, pushed her right leg up towards her chest, straddled her left, and penetrated her once more. The view of her lovely pink pussy was wrapped snugly around his cock.
He grabbed her hips and pounded her sweet hole, causing her to scream. She screamed, trembled, and splattered all over his cock. He kept fucking her while she screamed and cum. She was drenched to the skin.
He cum hard and let out a loud, deep moan of satisfaction as he thrust harder and harder, slipped in and out of her wet pussy, pushed deep inside her. As he calmed, his grip loosened. He relished the wild, animal feeling of release in a new partner, the one he claimed, and the powerful release exploded inside her.
He then lifted her and led her to the cold balcony ground, where he laid her down so they could both gaze at the stars while cooling off in the midnight breeze. It didn't take long for them to start making passionate love again, right there and then, because they enjoyed the sensation of feeling each other, of being alive. He was drawn to her like a moth to a flame because she was fulfilled, happy, and loved.
Getting lost in their desire for one another and enjoying the afterglow of their passion, she lay on his chest, felt his fingertips lightly brush up and down her back, stroking her hair, as she slowly went back to sleep, she felt his lips pressed against her forehead and was assuring her that she was safe as she slept, resting on his chest.