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Weak.
I want to taunt Monique after she surrenders, but I don't want to break the momentum I have with Damon. He has a strong affection for Monique but is weak to my touch. I have the advantage of being the new girl. Damon also feels guilty towards me.
Also, many men easily fall into the fantasy of pseudo-incest. All these factors make me irresistible to Damon. The very reasons he is reluctant to accept Monique's offer fuels his desire.
And the excitement of winning over Monique amplifies my longing to show Damon what I can offer.
His mouth parts as I guide his cock into my opening. As I am positioned above him with my legs in a squatting position, Damon can see how my pussy swallows his shaft. He looks at me, and I flick a smile at him. His eyes show his disbelief that I'm no longer as innocent as he thought, but I can feel his excitement about what I can offer.
“Shit...” Damon hisses as I push my hips lower.
My walls squeeze his wide girth hard. The wideness tickles every nerve of my walls; I moan as I shiver. He doesn't disappoint. Damon is just how I imagined him to be. Hot as hell; sexy as Adonis.
I bite my lower lip as I push harder to reach his hilt. His length can almost burst my cervix. Amazing. He’s not doing anything yet, but his size already pleasures me. I lock my fingers with his and guide his hands back to my tits.
My hips slowly move back and forth against his hips, grinding my wet pussy lips to his hairy crotch. I stir my hips in slow motion, teasing Damon while feeling every bit of spark in my nerves.
Bored by my speed, Damon raises his body from the sheet. He holds my hips with one hand, guiding me with my grinds. His other hand pulls the lower back of my hair and keeps my face level with his.
“Damon,” I call while my hips dance against his.
He keeps looking into my eyes – looking for something. My building confidence slowly crumbles. Damon is looking for Monique in my eyes. Part of him wishes that I am her.
I’m not giving up!
They only have sex; I can give Damon better satisfaction than Monique. I am better than any woman as I can give him more - even my heart.
Damon tries to raise my head so I can keep looking at him. I distract him by kissing his neck and shoulders while pushing my crotch harder against him. I moan from the magnificent pain while he groans.
"Fuck me as you've never fucked, Damon," I say while tracing his lips. I corner his mouth before he can answer with kisses.
My hands wander all around his body, slightly scratching his skin. I pull away from him and repeat the words.
Damon forces a smile that introduces cracks into my heart. Am I not good enough for him? As if objecting to my thoughts, Damon wraps me with one arm and rolls over me, pushing my back onto the bed. He takes one of my tits and sucks it hard until I cry. I call out his name when a cold wind gathers around my nipple after he releases the tit.
"Damon, no, please," I don't know what to say when his thumb makes its way to my clit. "No. I don't want to cum yet. I want to have more of you."
He ignores my plea and takes my other boob into his mouth. I wriggle hard against the sheet and cry loudly as the pain on my tit, the pleasure of his thumb on my clit, and the heat of his hard cock pull me in different directions. Damon makes me crazy for ecstasy!
“Let’s cum together, please,” I beg him.
Damon showers my cheeks with gentle kisses before giving me a nod. He lifts my hips higher and places my thighs above his. I close my eyes and savor when Damon lifts me higher and brushes his tongue on my pussy lips. He let his tongue explore my vagina, cleaning the juice produced by the friction of my walls and his cock.
"I'm cumming," I cry when he sucks my clit while fucking me with his fingers.
Damon chuckles and rests my thighs on his lap. I reach for my tits and play with them while he inserts his cock again. The new position allows him to thrust deeper into me in an arching direction, enough to tickle my G-spot and send me into a crazy frenzy to explode.
“More, Damon,” I shamelessly order.
I have been with many men who I imagined to be Damon, but none of them has ever satisfied me better than he does. I reach for his shoulders and quickly cling to him. He grunts harder as my pussy walls tighten around his cock while I approach my climax.
"Damon," I always called his name even when having sex with another man. Now, I'm not dreaming. I'm one with him, and I'll reach an orgasm that is real because it's him.
My lips twitch while I whimper, and Damon mimics my sounds. His jaw clenches as his hips move harder against me. His eyebrows meet while he grunts loudly. I keep calling his name, but he remains quiet. He may give me the best satisfaction, but Damon is different from any men I fucked. He's quiet. I can only hear his grunts. His eyes and face talk for him; he's telling me he is near his orgasm.
I bite my lips harder to keep the heat bottled inside me. Suddenly, Damon lets go of a loud groan and pulls out of me before I can cum. As he gasps for air, I squeeze my thighs tightly and release the orgasm I keep. The pleasure is far from what I expected. I want to punch him and demand that he should have given me a warning.
But when he looks at me, I roll my eyes, pretend to tense, and moan like I'm having a mind-blowing orgasm. When Damon drops next to me, I turn to him, brush my leg to his, and reach for his cock – hoping to get him to hump on me again and give me the orgasm I dreamt of.
“Should we do it again?” I ask when he doesn’t respond to my initiative.
Damon looks at me for a while. He flashes a fake smile and gives me a quick kiss. "You better rest," his eyes are restless. "I'll be back," he rises from the bed and rushes out before I can do anything to stop him.
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