Chapter 149: Damien’s Dick vs. Oliver’s Limits (18+)
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He leaned down, kissing me slowly and deeply, giving me a moment to catch my breath.
"You ready for me, sunshine?" he murmured against my lips, his hand stroking my thigh in gentle circles.
I nodded, though my voice came out shaky. "Yeah... just... go slow, okay?"
Damien’s smirk softened into something more tender, and he pressed forward with agonizing care, the wide head of his cock breaching me inch by careful inch.
The stretch was immediate and intense, much more than what his fingers had prepared me for. A sharp burn flared inside, stealing my breath as my body resisted his sheer size as he made space for himself where there should be none.
Nah! Nope! Abort mission! FUCKING ABORT!!!
I gasped, my hands scrambling to clutch his shoulders, nails digging into his firm muscle. "Damien—fuck, it hurts! Take it out, please, it’s too much!"
Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, not quite from overwhelming pain, but from an overwhelming fullness that made me feel exposed in a way I had never known before.
Fear flickered through my mind, tangled with deep trust...I wanted this, wanted him, but my body was screaming that it might not be possible.
Damien froze, only part of him buried inside me, his body trembling as he held still.
He didn’t pull out, though; instead, he cooed softly, his voice a warm rumble as he kissed away the tears streaming down my cheeks.
"Shh, breathe for me, baby. Just breathe. I know it’s a lot...I’m so big, and you’re so tight around me, but you’re doing beautifully. Relax into it, I’ve got you."
His lips traveled over my face, my jaw, my neck, whispering sweet praises and reassurances between kisses. "You can take me, Oliver. All of me. I know you can, because you’re mine, and this feels too right to stop now. Just tell me if you need more time."
Oh my god...!
I held onto him, arms wrapped around his back, feeling the rapid thrum of his heart against my chest as I forced myself to breathe deeply, in and out, letting the burn ease into a dull ache.
His patience was everything to me in that moment, his hunger carefully restrained as he murmured how perfect I felt, how hot and velvety I was wrapping around just the tip of him.
I couldn’t help but think, in a fleeting, almost comical way, that I once thought his ego was the biggest thing about him, but that thought evaporated into a soft moan as the pain began to dissipate, giving way to a strange fullness that felt almost... good.
After what felt like an eternity of his gentle coaxing and kisses, I nodded against his shoulder.
"Okay... you can move. Just a little."
Damien exhaled a shaky breath of relief, laying another lingering kiss on my temple before slowly pushing forward, sinking the rest of his length into me until he was buried completely.
The sensation was profound, a stretching pressure that left me gasping, my walls fluttering around him.
I could feel every inch of him, hot and pulsing inside me, and for a moment, I simply held on, overwhelmed by how completely he filled me.
"That’s it," he groaned softly, his voice strained with pleasure. "Fuck, Oliver, you’re taking every inch so well. So...so tight and perfect for me."
He stayed deep for a while, allowing me time to adjust as his hands roamed over my body, caressing my chest, my hips, my already-throbbing cock, which was growing hard again with interest and he took my legs and tossed them over his shoulders.
Once the pain mostly faded into a warm haze, he began to move, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting back in with measured slowness.
On the second thrust, he hit that sensitive spot inside me just right. Stars exploded behind my closed eyelids.
A loud, involuntary moan tore from my throat as pleasure surged through me like liquid fire, washing away the last remnants of discomfort.
"Oh god—there, right there!" I cried out, my hips instinctively bucking to meet him.
Damien kept his pace slow at first, each thrust precise and deep, dragging over that magical spot until I was writhing beneath him, lost in waves of ecstasy.
His control was impressive, his hunger clear in how tightly he gripped my hips, but he held back, ensuring I was with him every step of the way.
"You feel incredible," he praised, his voice husky as he leaned down to kiss me messily. "Look at you, falling apart on my cock already. You’re so good to me, sunshine."
As the pleasure took over everything else, he picked up speed, thrusting faster and harder, the sound of our bodies colliding filling the room in a rhythmic symphony of clapping sounds that had me moaning without shame.
I was the first to come, unexpectedly hard, my cock spilling between us without even being touched as he drove into that spot repeatedly.
The orgasm crashed through me, leaving me trembling and overly sensitive, but Damien wasn’t done yet. He growled low in his throat, a mix of affection and teasing ownership.
"I’m not even close, Oliver. You’ve been driving me crazy for so long...you’ve been so mean to me, filling my head with thoughts of you, denying me this heaven. Now you’re going to make it up to me."
He kept moving through my climax, prolonging it until I was whimpering and crying from overstimulation, every thrust sending sparks of intense pleasure-pain through my body.
Then he did something that made my eyes widen in shock, he gently forced my chin down with one hand, tilting my head so I could see the faint but unmistakable bulge in my lower belly with each deep thrust.
"Look, Oliver."
What...? W–was that...?
"That’s me, baby... inside of you," he said with a possessive smile, his eyes dark with raw emotion as he watched my reaction.
The sight was surreal, almost impossible, and it sent fresh heat rushing through me. I couldn’t believe my body was accommodating him like that, taking him so completely.
The visual, combined with the relentless drag of his cock against my prostate, sent me over the edge again. I came again with a loud yell that I was sure echoed through the walls of Preston Hall, my voice breaking as pleasure bordered on overwhelming.
Damien followed soon after, burying himself deep with a guttural groan as he released inside me, hot pulses filling me in a way that felt profoundly intimate and claiming.
He praised me through it all, whispering how beautiful I looked falling apart, how perfect I was for him, his body shuddering against mine as we rode out the aftershocks together.
We stayed like that for a while afterward, breathing heavily in the quiet room, limbs intertwined and skin slick with sweat.
Damien eventually pulled out slowly, muttering apologies for any discomfort, and cleaned me gently with a warm cloth from the bathroom, his touches tender and loving.
Then he pulled me into his arms, cradling me close against his chest and pressing soft kisses into my hair as the reality of what we had just done wrapped around us like a warm blanket, messy, emotional, and undeniably real.
I thought I knew what it felt like to want him. But feeling him come inside me, claiming me like that... it dawned on me that I was already his.
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𝔞𝔲𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔯’𝔰 𝔯𝔞𝔪𝔟𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰
*nervous laugh* damn, that was...that was one long ass scene huh? how you all doing?
*runs and jumps into a bathtub filled with holy water*