Did I hear it correctly? Only the head? With that much pain and only the head had entered me?
He nodded as if he could hear the questions in my mind.
I looked at him in disbelief with my jaw dropped, before muttering under my breath, “Fucking humongous dick..”
He threw his head back, laughed, and squeezed my butt cheeks with his hands. His actions slid his erection a little deeper into me, and it didn’t hurt at all.
“I’m happy to be able to amuse you.” I rolled my eyes but smiled at him.
“Baby girl..” His expression turned serious and his voice huskier.
“Move your hips, you sex god. Fuck my ass,” I told him and pushed my hips back so his erection was buried deeper into me.
His eyes darkened at my words, and from the way he was buried deeper in me.
“I ne
“Damian, can I ask you something?” We were watching the news in the living room, and I turned my body to face him while sitting on my heels on the sofa. “Hmm?” He asked without taking his eyes off the tv. I knew it was important for him to watch the news, but the questions had been bothering me ever since we met again. “I need to ask you something, but I want you.. I NEED you to be honest with me," I enunciated to show him how important this topic was for me. My words and tone caught his attention. He turned his body toward mine, placing one of his legs on the sofa so we could see each other more comfortably. “What is it, Baby girl? Are you okay?” he asked with concern in his voice. I nodded. I paused for a while before asking him. I wanted to choose my words carefully, but I didn’t know how, so I decided to just ask him honestly. I inhal
The next two days, Damian was silent. He was still gentle, and he smiled lovingly and sweetly at me, but he always had a faraway look in his eyes. It made me scared, and at the same time hurt to see him like that. The last time he acted like this, he was going to tell me that he couldn’t be with me. Was it wrong for me to ask him those questions? Him being this distant hurt my heart, but it wasn’t because of his fault. It was because of my own mistakes. I shouldn’t have asked him those questions. I had promised myself, and him, that I would wait for him, to wait until he was ready to tell me his secrets, but I hadn’t counted nor prepared myself for him to become like this - distant and ignoring me. He was in the living room, watching the news, while I was in the kitchen washing the dishes. I washed the dishes slowly, bracing myself because I knew after this, I had to apologize to him, but wha
“Oh Damian..” I circled my arms at the back of his neck and buried my face in his neck, crying for him, crying for the little boy that he was. All these times I thought my demon was the worst, but he had been living and battling with his own even uglier demon. I had many people supporting me, he was even my strength, but he was battling alone, and this hurt my heart. “They took turns fucking me every day and they always came all over my body, leaving me sticky with their disgusting cum. Every time I struggled, every time I showed them that it hurt, they would become even rougher and they would laugh mockingly at me, telling me how I was secretly enjoying it too.” He shuddered as he paused suddenly. “Fuck, maybe they were right. Maybe I was secretly enjoying it, and that was the real reason why I didn’t tell my mom.” His laugh that came after that sounded so bitter, full of self-loathe, that it wrenched my heart. “N
Damian became even more affectionate toward me after he told me of his demon. He kept holding me, not letting me go, and that made me smile and laugh all day. He was the most affectionate man I had ever known, and I didn’t even know that he could get more affectionate. But who was I to deny his affections? After dinner, we washed the dishes together, with him throwing bubbles at me. He was playful and relaxed, and I loved him being this way. We took a shower together and dried each other bodies, tickling each other, and giggling. We were happy. He pulled me along to the bed, both of us naked, of course, and he sat back against the headboard, positioning me, so I was straddling him. I could feel us against each other, but he didn’t do anything about it. He looked at me instead, smiling softly while caressing my face, brushing my hair away from my face. “Baby girl, you asked me why I.. hated yo
“Ohh..” I said. I knew he must feel afraid of meeting his friend’s dad. He opened his eyes and continued. “I had introduced him to my mom, and mom was so happy that I had a friend. But we hadn’t told him about my past. I felt meeting his dad would.. terrifying. I told mom about it, and she said maybe it was time for me to try to know other grown-ups. Mom knew of his family, and she said that his dad wouldn’t do bad things to me. Mom didn’t force me, but I knew she was worried about me not being able to socialize freely.” “Did he force you to meet his dad?” I whispered while looking at him, scared that his friend had forced him. He shook his head slowly. “I told him that I was scared of meeting his dad. He knew I was scared, as I’d told you before. He had protected me from his friends, so he didn’t force me to meet his dad.” I exhaled with relief. He really was a great friend.
“Damian, you should teach me how to swim, you know..” I told him as we were splashing around in the swimming pool.“What for? I prefer to hold you whenever I can.” He grinned at me while he was holding me.I rolled my eyes at him. “You do remember you pushed me five years ago while we were swimming and I nearly drown?” I accused him.He pulled me even closer and nuzzled my neck. “And do you remember what happened after that, Baby girl?”I blushed at the memory. He had made love to me in the swimming pool.“You fucked me but you came so fast that I didn’t come.” I teased him. I lied.. Of course, I reached my climax every time he made love to me.“Maybe I should rectify it then.” He kissed me hard and moved us along the pool, placing my hand on the side of the pool.
I knew he liked me, but not to the extent.I didn't say anything. It seemed like the proper answer at the moment.“I gushed about you to Rai after that. But I wanted to ensure that you didn’t want me for my money. I always tested girls by bringing them to branded stores, wanting to see if they would take my offers to buy them expensive stuff. Rai told me that you were different, that you wouldn’t fall into my trap.” He cast his eyes down at our hand, and his thumb caressed mine.“Remember our third date, Baby girl?” he asked me as he locked his gaze with me again.I nodded. It was the time when he offered to buy me bags while we were in Chanel and Hermes.“I’m sorry to say that I was testing you. You passed my test while we were in the Chanel boutique. But when Rai was paying at the Hermes Boutique, and I asked if you wanted the Bir
Switching the TV off, I put the remote back on the table, leaned back against the sofa, and let my eyes close. The K-drama I had been watching was heartbreaking, though it still had a happy ending. I recalled one of the theme songs and began singing when suddenly I felt an arm wrapped around my shoulder. "The show was sad?" the man beside me asked as he helped wipe away my tears with tissues. "Of course, it's sad. It's a romantic K-drama!" I exclaimed as I opened my eyes just in time to see him chuckling. "Sing again, Baby girl. You've never sung for me before." He nuzzled my cheek with his nose. I rolled my eyes at him. "You know I have a bad singing voice." I looked at him and saw the scar on his cheek. "Does it still hurt?" I asked. "Not anymore," he replied. We went to the forest this morning, and a thorn from a tree ste