And then Damen started to move, his cock thrusting in every time the vibrator pulled out.
It was like being fucked by two Damens, and when the thought occurred to Mairi, she completely lost her mind after. She lost all sense of time, the concept of reality slipping beyond her reach. All she knew was to feel, her fingers curling against the bedsheets as her body took the alternating thrusts in her pussy and butt.
“Harder,” Mairi begged, inhibitions completely forgotten as she strove to reach for the that felt so near but unreachable at the same time.
Knowing that he, too, was near to ejaculating, Damen held one rounded hip tightly while he began thrusting harder and deeper into Mairi, his balls making loud slapping sounds against Mairi’s ass with every thrust.
Pleasure started to shoot out of his cock, and Damen moved swiftly even as his hips continued to hammer down on Mairi’s hips. His fingers rediscovered her clit, and he strummed them hard, knowing it was enough to take Mairi over the edge with him.
“Daaaaamen!” She screamed his name as she ed, and she screamed it again and again as Damen pounded into her harder and harder, his cock and touch claiming her pussy and ass in that uniquely hard sweet way only Damen Leventis was capable of.
When she emerged from her passion-induced stupor, Mairi found herself spooning with her husband in bed. The vibrator was gone, but Damen’s semi-erect cock was still partially buried inside her.
Feeling her stir, Damen nuzzled her neck. “How do you feel?”
“Perfect.”
“It wasn’t too much?”
Mairi shook her head, feeling inexplicably shy even though she knew how ridiculous it was. Damen’s arm went around her waist and she threaded her fingers through his, their hands resting against her tummy.
“The baby?” Damen asked.
“All good.”
Damen kissed her nape. “I love you, Mairi.”
“I love you.” Mairi felt him smile against her skin, and it made her smile, too.
“Do you think we should talk about this in the book?”
Her eyes flew open in horror at his teasing suggestion. “No!”
“Because you’re ashamed of my proclivities? Or perhaps you’re worried it will make people think less of you?” Damen allowed a bit of roughness into his voice, wanting Mairi to think he felt hurt by her rejection.
But he was already reaching for the drawer again, the one where Mairi knew Damen kept all his little toys.
Oh my fuuuuuuuuuck—-
The End