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I nod, the sharp pain slowly going away. “Yeah, just—a little slower, please.”
He acquiesces, pumping his fingers in and out, hooking them upward to stroke my G-spot.
I struggle to take in deeper breaths and hold on to his shoulders as he steadily pumps in and out of me. My nails dig into his shoulders as he pumps harder, faster. His thumb swirls and caresses my clit.
“Oh! Fuck! Damian!”
I moan and lift my hips up, allowing him to go deeper, begging him to go faster. Another moan rolls from my lips, and he growls in response.
“Goddamn it,” he mutters, pulling his fingers out. But before I can even make any sort of noise of complaint, I feel his head push into my entrance.
We both cry out as he pushes further into me. The slickness of my pussy makes the act a lot easier.
He grips the mattress as he finally bottoms out, and I lift my hips, biting my lip at the slight pain of his stretching me.
Damian begins at a slow pace. His hands pull my legs around his waist, allowing him to lean further and deeper into me before gripping the mattress again. A low, sensual groan escapes him as he picks up pace. My head slams against the bed with each powerful thrust.
“Ah, fuck!” he groans as he grips the mattress tighter.
I close my eyes, letting out a small scream as his thumb finds its way back to my clit.
He brings my legs up suddenly, pushing them closer to me as he pushes in deeper.
“FUCK YES! DAMIAN!”
The steady sounds of smacking, panting, groans, and moans fill the room.
He splits my legs to lean down, burying his face momentarily in the crook of my neck.
“That’s it. Fuck, that’s it,” he moans against me. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
I dig my nails into his back as Damian plants soft, tender kisses along my throat and cheek. That, along with the hard and heavy thrusts into me, feels so good.
Our lips latch together, our tongues tangling and fighting for dominance. His pace grows more erratic the closer he gets. The knot that's been growing in my stomach tightens with each and every thrust until finally, my walls clench tightly around him.
He is pushing me toward a cliff, and as I approach the expanse, I jump, exploding in an ecstasy that ripples through my entire body. When I cry out his name, my voice sounds different. Invigorated. Powerful.
And I love every moment of it.
His pace grows unsteady. The bed groans in protest of his grip. “God! Fuck!” he moans and pulls out quickly, stroking himself hard and fast, until finally, he comes on my stomach as he throws his head back and moans. His hand pumps his cock slowly.
He leans over me, panting. Our exhales intermingle with one another. He rests his sweaty forehead against mine, causing our lips to be inches apart.
My hands reach up to grab his face, pulling him down for another kiss that he allows, and for the first time in a long time, I feel wanted.
My thoughts are swirling in the aftermath of my first sexual experience. The rush of emotions is overwhelming. I can’t believe it. I finally had sex, and it was even more amazing than I had ever dared to imagine.
The sensations, the connection, the sheer ecstasy of the moment surpassed all of my expectations. I’m grateful I waited and didn’t have sex with Mark. I find I’m grateful Damian was my first.
Despite my initial apprehension and the lingering sense of fear I feel toward Damian, I can’t deny the undeniable truth. He made the experience incredibly pleasurable. The intensity of his presence, the passion in his touch, and the way he guided me through every moment leaves me breathless in the best possible way.
I snuggle up close to Damian, resting my head on his chest, wanting to revel in post-sex cuddles. Suddenly, Damian goes rigid beside me. With a jerk, he abruptly breaks my embrace and swings his legs over the side of the bed. I lay there, stunned by his reaction.
“Damian?” I ask meekly as he stands, not looking at me, and grabs his clothes. He doesn’t respond, roughly pulling on his pants and slipping on his shirt. I watch his movements, filled with confusion. Have I done something wrong? Did I overstep some unspoken boundary?
“I have business to attend to,” Damian states flatly, still not meeting my eyes. He marches toward the bedroom door.
“But I… I thought…” I stammer, rejection swirling within me. This man, the powerful Iacopelli Don who strikes fear into rivals, is pulling away from my simple attempt at intimacy.
