Chapter 6

Damien

Damien's lips met Maya's in a fierce, passionate kiss before she could even lift her own. Carefree, she wrapped her arm around his neck, granting him all the permission he desired.

He pushed her hair aside, his fingers tangling in it as he deepened the kiss. Maya attempted to pull away, slowly becoming aware of her surroundings, but it was too late. Damien was lost in the rhythm of the music, her hands weaving through his hair, stirring a longing within him.

“Please... pl...” she tried to speak, but her words were silenced as he pressed his hands against her lips.

“Shush.”

“Hey! Don’t do that,” Damien murmured, locking eyes with her. She froze, her heart racing as his familiar voice echoed in her ears. The way he looked at her made her momentarily speechless. She lowered her gaze, avoiding his intense stare while his hands held her waist.

“What’s wrong, Freya?” he asked, lifting her chin with his finger. She shook her head, still not meeting his eyes, when he suddenly kissed her again, pulling her into a passionate embrace, their eyes closing as they became lost in a whirlwind of desire.

Damien released her as he reached the mattress, and she smiled at him, reluctantly falling onto it. His eyes widened with a smirk. As he hurriedly unbuttoned his shirt, Maya realized what was about to happen.

"What are you trying to do?" Her question caught him off guard as he raised his hands in the air. "I want you, Freya. That's what's about to happen."

She chuckled softly, feeling a jolt of electricity surge through her. Standing up, she asked, "What do you mean you want me? Is that some sort of poetry?" Just then, he leaned in, his hands exploring her chest, causing her to gasp. His fingers glided down her thigh, tracing smoothly to the edge of her underwear, leaving her in shock as her hands pressed back against the mattress.

A soft, chilling chuckle escaped her lips, her tone icy and unwelcoming. The tension grew until she let out a quiet groan, her breath frigid as his finger slipped into her slick warmth. Her eyes closed tightly as she grasped his hands, attempting to halt his movements.

"Don't worry, Freya, you'll enjoy this," he murmured gently. The lace of her dress obstructed his access to her breasts. "Undress, Freya, now," he ordered, his gaze intense, eyes bloodshot as if he had emerged from deep waters. Her lips quivered as she complied.

Her hand lets go, letting the erection that shamefully hasn’t lessened thud against his stomach.

Then her hand wrapped around him again, sticking his cock straight up and rubbing the tip against hot, wet flesh. Damien's lips part to stop her, that she is going too far without either of us knowing who the other was. But Damien was too late because she was already wet and wanted him too, she sank down and his eyes rolled back into my head at the absolute bliss of her tight, warm pussy gripping me.

“Oh god, you feel so big, I'm scared already, Damien” she whispers, rocking her hips back and forth in quick strokes to force his cock deeper inside her. He knew she was crazy but didn't expect her to be the baddie.

Damien clenches his teeth, holding his breath as she takes every inch till her thighs are flush with mine. “Fuck, Demian. It’s like you’re trying to break through me.” Freya. Freya, Freya.  A reminder that you are still a virgin.

Let me take possession of you my lady. Damien whispered as he carried her quickly. She smiled and pecked his cheek. Approved, Demian.

His  fingers dig into the soft flesh of her hips as hw hold on. Her breathing picks up as she drags her tight cunt up and down the length of my cock, over and over. He slid his hands up her smooth skin, following the dip of her waist and then to her rib cage where he paused. He is  not one to shy away from giving love to tits while he fuck, but it’s not just a random woman’s tits. It's his wife's tit.

He would be kneading the soft, he sucked  her breast,She moaned, her pussy fluttering around him and he chased away the hesitation. Her large breasts fill his entire hands, so heavy and warm. He squeezed them, feeling her nipple garden against his palm.

Demian's balls draw up, and he hates how turned on he was that she doesn’t want to stop moaning his name. The unbridled passion as she rides him makes his head spin. He thrust up, pushing his cock deeper into her and she gasps, a low groan rumbling her chest as her hips snap faster. Freya rubs herself against Damien pelvis, her pussy tightening with each rock. Fuck, she was going to come the way her walls are strangling his cock. He grunt, dropping his hands back down to her hips and leaning up, sucking a nipple.

Any pretense of resisting goes out the window as he helps guide her further down and I thrust up. Her nails dig into his chest as her panting quickens and then her hands grab his head, pulling on Damien's hair and her moan silenced by his mouth as she kisses him.

She trembles in his hold as she comes, her pussy milking his cock as he spill inside her. Damien had no chance to keep going as she pulses around me, waves of her release taking his cum deeper into her cunt.

She collapses to the mattress, their breaths both trying to calm. Then her hand smacks his side.

“What are you waiting for?.” A bit of post nut clarity is demanding me to tell her, but I silently roll to my side and move closer. Damien sucked her nipple between her lips, reaching over to play with her other breast. Squeezing her flesh in his hand.

“You smell like me now.”

“Enough with the complaints, Demian. I’m tired too, and I hate you for deflowering me.” She scoffed, pulling the duvet over her body, which was marked by their earlier activities.

“Come on, you had fun. You were on top of me. Let’s clean up in the bathroom, you tease.”