He positioned her hips to his satisfaction, and, with a commanding hand on her back like he owned her, she felt his cock thrust deep inside, filling and stretching her, making her moan in bliss. It hadn’t occurred to her until then but he was fucking her bareback and the drag of his flesh against her pussy walls felt so good, driving in and out of her with the efficiency and pace of a fucking machine…he was so in control, reducing her to a writhing, moaning mess…. She just had to take it as he pounded her.
Then he pulled out, twisted her round and pushed her down till she was lying back on the ground, hair splayed out, tits shaking like jelly as he fucked into her, this stance giving him a good show of her shaking tits as he fucked her relentlessly. He’d wanted this position because he wanted her eyes on his, wanted to know what his cock was doing to her as he ravaged her wet hole. She didn’t know and didn’t care. She was just loving the ride.
She felt his hands pulling and twisting her tits…her sensitive nipples being abused to the point of pain, but it only made her hotter. She couldn’t stop moaning and screaming, spasming as his cock slammed into her but he gave her no chance to catch her breath, just the relentless, unstoppable, bliss of his cock driving in and out of her cunt, his fingers pulling her nipple, his other hand reaching up to squeeze her throat as she lay under him.
It seemed as though it lasted forever…he changed position at one point, grabbing one of her legs and lifting it as he pivoted her slightly, the new position bringing a whole new wave of sensation as he hit a different spot deep inside her. His fucking was reaching a frenzied point now…his previous control slipping as he fucked her wildly, and he started to mutter under his breath…fuck…such a sweet cunt…loving it, her sweet pussy… and all she could do was agree…. she loved his cock probing into her, the feel of his balls slapping her thighs, his hands pulling and squeezing until she couldn’t focus, couldn’t distinguish one sensation from another. She wanted everything he could give her and more. He pushed her over the edge, one orgasm slipping and crashing into another until she couldn’t distinguish the tide of bliss sweeping over her.
Then with a grunt he pulled out…leaving her ravaged pussy empty and quivering, gasping to be filled…jacking his cock a few times he came wildly, all over her tits. She didn’t know if she’s ever seen more cum from one man as it spattered on her quivering breasts, striping across one nipple obscenely. Even without his cock in her, she was still Cumming, twitching and spasming as she lay back on the ground, exhausted, her mind completely consumed with the sensations in her body. She felt his cum though and with one languorous hand reached up and dragged her fingers through the lovely, sticky cum…bringing it to her lips to taste, playing with the texture between her fingers. She wanted to suck his cock then, clean up their mingled juices so nothing was wasted but she honestly couldn’t move, could only pant and recover from the furious fucking…just lying there not caring about anything else.
He’d stopped fucking her, but he wasn’t done, she knew he wasn’t done, in fact, they were just getting started, they both wanted more of each other, he wanted more of her, but not here, not on this cold ground.
She watched as he looked at her for a long moment, smile playing on his lips, a nod of approval she’d seen before she watched him pull up his underwear and pants, zip up and arrange his shirt…, his cock still wet with her pussy juice as he covered himself up.
Spread-eagled on the court ground with cum covered tits spilling out of her bra, her ravaged pussy clearly on display as she recalled moaning and writhing so loudly a few minutes ago…taking all of his cock in her pussy, playing with his cum. He seemed to be pleased with her display, and as soon as he got himself fully dressed, he reached down to help her with her robe, using it to cover her cum covered peaks as he tied the knot to shield her body, that should cover her enough until they returned to the bedroom he thought, and then, in one move, he lifted her into his arms and carried her out of the court halls.
None of them seemed to pay any attention to the guards nor servants passing by as Damian took her in his arms to his bedroom for their next round of intimacy.
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As soon as he helped her land on her feet and close the door behind her, he grabbed her, holding her against the wall and kissing her as he sunk a finger into her soaked pussy. She moaned into his mouth and her hands pushed his shirt off his shoulders. Her expression must have been a scene, pink lips parted with eyes open in the terror of want, hands flat against the wall. Her soaked panties, he found them and took them off. He slipped the shoulder straps of her lingerie and pulled it down to bunch around her waist, she was breathing so hard, so turned on.
‘Open,’ he said, kissing her lip. She opened her mouth and he slowly folded the panties in. She could smell herself, taste herself. It was so dirty, so hot. She moaned a muffled cry, muted, soft, literally restrained. The rasp of the material caught the inside of her cheeks but she didn’t object, only tried to keep them there because she was determined to be good for him.
She moaned silently, feeling it course through her, a cry to nowhere. She leaned her head back, her eyes half closed, her mouth open but no sound escaping. Her breath caught damply on her underwear. She breathed through her nose and as she did, he fingered her deeper. She moaned then, a deep alto gasp of delight as she shuddered on him, as she felt herself get even wetter. He fingered her faster, rougher. She liked it but it felt wild, out of control. Her wetness was embarrassing her, and yet all she wanted to do was spread her legs and let him see, feel her pussy, fuck. She wanted to show him so bad. Show him it all.
He paused to pull her cloth down over her hips, leaving her naked, apart from the red lace that trailed from her lips, and him almost fully clothed. He grabbed her hand and led her further into his bedroom. The side lights were on low and he threw her onto the cool duvet, rolling her onto her back and spreading her legs. He began to eat her again, fingering her, making her whimper as she lifted her hips again and he reached up and held her breasts as his tongue pressed on her clit. Like before, he wasn’t gentle with her tits. She didn’t want him to be. He squeezed them hard, flesh between his fingers, nipples clamped between knuckles, pressed, twisted a little, before sliding his hands further down.