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She exhales a shuddering breath, her body trembling. “Damon …”
I smirk, releasing her. She doesn’t run. “Hey, Gwen.” I wrap my hand around the back of her neck, pulling her close. I press my lips against her, our kiss all-consuming. She melts against me, her fingers sliding into my hair as she responds with a hunger that rivals my own.
She moans into my mouth, her soft tits rubbing against me. I’mravenous. I pull away, leaving her breathless, and plant kisses on her neck. She gasps as I increase my grip on her throat.
“D-Damon,” she whines.
I groan, rubbing my face against her neck, inhaling her scent. “Say it again.” I nip at her flesh when she doesn’t immediately respond. “Say it!”
“Damon!”
Her voice goes straight to my cock, making me strain uncomfortably against my zipper. I bite down harder, marking her as mine. I shift, grinding myself against her, making her whimper. “Fuck, you sound amazing.” I find her lips again, kissing her until I’m dizzy with lust. I slip my hand underneath her skirt and rub her clit through her panties.
“Damon,” she moans, her nails clawing at my scalp.
I pull down her panties. Without prompting, she parts her thighs, and I rub slow circles on her clit with my thumb. Her whimpers turn into sharp cries as I push two fingers into her tight pussy. I nibble her earlobe, making her shiver.
“Feels good,” she groans as I thrust my fingers faster into her soaked cunt, sinking deep and hitting her g-spot with perfect precision.
“Damon, fuck. Please!”
“Please what?” I ask, feigning ignorance of her impending orgasm.
“If you keep doing that,” she pants, “I’m gonna come.”
“I know,” I purr, pumping faster. Her walls flutter around me, her pussy trapping my hand in a vise. Seeing my Little Finch come undone around my fingers is better than carving up targets. “Come for me, Gwen.”
She buries her face in my neck, her release coming swiftly, gushing all over as she rides out her climax. I drop to my knees, push up her skirt, and latch my mouth onto her cunt. She keens, threading her fingers in my hair as I lick her slit, savoring her sweet taste. I curl a digit, again hitting that spot deep inside—and she screams, erupting all over my face.
I waste no time drinking her up, not wanting to waste a single drop. After running my tongue up her sensitive folds, I stand, licking my lips. She stares at me, her face flushed, her eyes glazed over in lust.
“I need you inside of me,” she says, her voice thick with desire. “Now.”
I free my cock and jerk myself to the sight of her covered in blood and sweat. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” I breathe, hefting her up. She wraps her arms around my shoulders, hooking her ankles around my waist—before I thrust into her with one fluid, upward snap of my hips.
“Shit,” she whimpers. “Fuck me …”
I groan, buried balls deep inside of my Little Finch—myGwendoline Cirillo. I’ve wanted to do this for so long, to take her as myself. I move in and out of her, feeling her tight walls squeezing my cock with each plunge.
Her core shakes around me as she moans against my ear. “Harder!”
My rhythm is hard, deep. The angle is perfect, my cock stroking her g-spot with every thrust. “So tight,” I groan, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. Her tits bounce with every movement, her eyes rolled back in ecstasy as I drive into her. I can’t tear my eyes away from her, my dark goddess.
“You feel so good, Damon,” she whines, her eyes half-lidded. She digs her nails into my shoulders, practically howling as I hit her special spot over and over again. Her pussy clings so tightly, determined to never let us separate.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” I say, bouncing her faster on my cock. “So tight, taking me like a good girl. You’remine.”
Her eyes slip closed, and I slam into her, making her cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. “I’m yours, Damon!” She throws her head back, shattering into pieces around me.
“I’m gonna come,” I growl, my cock pulsing as her cunt constricts me mercilessly. “Gonna fill you until you’re bursting with my cum!” My orgasm tears through me, and I come hard, painting her walls white.
We stay against the wall, neither of us making a move to separate. Part of me doesn’t want this moment to end. But reality comes crashing back as she moans—but not from pleasure. Gently, I withdraw and set her on the floor. I need to clean her up, stitch up her wounds.
I plant a gentle kiss on her forehead. An indescribable feeling bubbles up from deep inside me, stirring and coming alive.
My other half—I think I truly love her.
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