One Last 22

One Last 22Chapter 22
Irene’s POV:
“You sure you want that?” Damien asked me, and I took a moment to search within myself for any gap or c**k that could identify as hesitancy, but I didn’t.
All I felt was lust that burned deep within and around the crevice of my soul.
“Just do it!” I heard myself growl in a tone I’ve never used before. It was like a spell was suddenly cast upon me, filling me with desires I could not reject.
With open arms, I welcome them. I craved them. I needed and wanted them.
“There’s no going back from here Irene, I hope you know that,” he said as he grabbed me and flushed to his body with his hands tightly wrapped around my waist.
I nodded eagerly just so he could stop the slow torture of body and mind he was ministering to me.
“I’m going to f*****k you. I’m going to give you exactly what you need,” he whispered to my face before slowly capturing my lips in a sweep that melted my inside into goo. They were slipping out from the warm hole that was in between my legs.
We-kissed so hard and ***y that we didn’t even know when we had both removed all our clothing pieces, stark naked before each other.
Panting from the kiss as we pulled apart, we couldn’t help but take in the glorious nudeness of each other. Despite the cool atmosphere, our bodies were beaming sweat from the immense heat our passion created.
But before I had the time to ingrain the alluring parts of him into my brain, Damien had lifted me up and carried me in his arms as he trudged up the stairs, heading to the bedroom for something we’d both been wanting all afternoon long.
The moment we got to the room, he gently laid me on the bed. The alcohol had made my lusty mind get more hazy.
“I’m going to show you what heaven looks like tonight,” he murmured loudly, going on his knees and making sure I was laying back on the bed. Damien spread my legs apart and before I could take a proper look at his position, he swiped his tongue on my juicy slit.
“Oh, Damien-“I moaned, gripping the sheets beneath my body and readied my mind for a good pleasurable moment.
Damien held my legs apart tightly as he began to alternate between licking and sucking my p**y. He had no mercy as he lustfully attacked me continuously. I moaned his name loudly without stopping until I began quivering from the immense pleasure that crashed on me in the form of an o****m.
I reached my peak quickly from just Damien tongue-f****ng me, and I tumbled over till I came down from my high.
But I knew the night was still young and I still craved a whole lot more of Damien. And I knew just where to start.
“You should lay down and let me get a good taste of you,” I told him boldly. I didn’t know where the confidence was coming from though. However, I fully embraced it.
Lust and alcohol have been buddies. And those were the two things that were fueling me tonight.
I smile sweetly because I really want him to see the stars he just made me witness in my climatic moment. He watches me as I crawl down on his body until his d*** is at my face level, twitching for me.
Yearning for my touch…
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Impatient but still wanting to admire the beauty before me. Wanting to ingrain how veiny and thick he is to my memory just in case this realness is nothing but a dream I wish not to recall.
My gaze shifted to his and he had his lips in the clutches of his pearly white teeth, the s***y expression instantly nudged me to taste him without removing my gaze from his face.
I dart out my tongue and rotate it on the tip, the one coated with his precum.
“Mmmmn.” He lets out a throaty moan, eyes still on me, watching my every movement.
I clasp my lips around him, slowly diving in earning a hip jerk from him, “F****k baby!” His voice was a bit shaky as he said that. I pushed him back down and kept going down on him until I reached my limit before going back up. I kept repeating that slow motion until I was ready to take him even deeper and faster. Until I was ready to chase away his sanity.
Increasing my pace, profanities that gingered me to go faster and deeper rapidly fell from his lips. I was excelling at driving him crazy just like he had just done when he was slurping on my southern lips.
“Okay. **k!” He almost shouted. Holding my hair to stop me from bobbing my head on him. “Gotta f****k you now ’cause I want to c***m deep inside of you, safe right?” He questioned and I nodded eagerly. My birth control implant is still very much
active.
I wouldn’t even risk anything at this point in my life.
“Next time,” He flips us over, “If there’s a next time, I will make love to you but this night,” He widens my legs and settles between them, his d*** rubbing exactly on my soft and sensitive wet flesh, “I will f**k you so good you will only ever crave me, Irene.” And at his final word, he plunged himself swiftly deep into me, not wasting time nor did he go slow. I was so wet, it made it easy for him to reach deep to my hilt earning a ‘aah’ moan from me.
My warm thin walls hugged him firmly, making him groan out a prolonged ‘f***k!’.
“Ugh, you feel so good already.” He began moving, my hands quickly grabbed my boobs as they also began to rock in a synchronized motion with my body. “So f***g good,” he rasped as he kept increasing the tempo of his speed into me.
With my legs still wide, he leaned to lay his heated body on me, bringing our faces closer, our hot breaths hitting each other’s faces, the smell of sex beginning to tinge the air and our low but profound sounds of pleasure filled the room. Dancing in the air like music symbols.
He keeps on rocking into me fast, “Irene…” He breaths on my face, unlocking more wetness to coat him, making him hit a new angle in me that is driving me mad. My mouth is agape as it feels like I can’t speak with each impact of his deep thrust into me. His tongue darts out to lick the rim of my lips, causing me to moan, wanting to chase after his sweet lips but he retracted quickly, smirking down at me.
“Tell me, baby, how deep am I?” He asked, still smirking, knowing very well that I was finding it hard to speak. And I guess due to my null response, he increased the force of his thrust into me, making the clapping sounds of our bodies echo around the room, they were bouncing from one wall to another. His facial expression hardened like someone who was trying to prove a point.
I guess he is.
“You f***ng like this, huh?” He speaks through his teeth, finding another angle deep within me that I can feel is causing him to go crazier so instead of replying, I decided to clench around him,
Sweet revenge.
“**!” He cursed. “How about I f***k you to the point you won’t be able to clench anymore?” He asked but didn’t wait for my response before he leaned off me and put both my legs on his left shoulder, making my body twist a bit to the side.
“Oh f****k, Daaammmiiii…” I mewl out, feeling him deep but a new angle again and being unable to pronounce his name.
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“I know baby, it feels too good, too sweet.” He moaned back and started ramming into me. And this time, I couldn’t keep a low volume. He set off the loudness and screams in me, and I didn’t hold back. Profanities after profanities fell from my lips like a fast rap of dedication.
“Tell me, Irene, how long have you been wanting this?” He growled, the deep and gruff sound setting off a vibration to my core, making the familiar tightness in my belly grow even tighter
And I still couldn’t voice out my answer.
The fire in his eyes that night was low and subtle but very similar to the fiery one in his eyes now – as he stares down at me, ***g me so hard and deep like a crazed
could lay his hands on; my thighs, my a**an. His hips kept snapping, his hands kept slapping any part of my body he
Handprints decorating my skin.
my breasts.
“Answer me, Irene!” He growls out, “How long have you been wishing for this?” He asked but not slowing down, instead – he spread my legs wide apart and placed them on both his shoulders then leaned to hover over me and kept ramming into my warm wetness relentlessly.
And I was getting closer and closer.
I was nearing my climax. My whole body was ready to be thrown over the edge. I knew he wouldn’t stop asking that question until I answered him.
So mustering up my will to talk, I screamed, “Since the cold room” And at the same time climaxed.
“F***k, I’ll ****m if you keep clenching like that…” He groans, his pace losing its rhythm as he spews out curses, cu***g into
me.
He lays on top of me, our sweaty bodies clinging together in a tangled mess, he pecked me, earning a smile from me.
This has to be a dream. Because the new Irene Boden wouldn’t have done this.
This was so surreal. And I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s the alcohol that is affecting me to dream such a wild one.
However, everything else that happened was a blur, but when I did open my eyes – I realized that I had gone against everything I now stood for.
I had committed a huge mistake, one that I knew I would regret so much. Still, I felt like I had somehow liked everything that happened.
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