Damon:A Bad Boy MC Romance Novel(102)

Dropping his hands to the back of my thighs, Boon raised me out of the  water, holding me close, my clit against his stomach; his mouth hovered  over one of my nipples, the heat of his breath sending a shiver down my  torso and stoking the fire between my legs. I moaned as he took my  nipple between his teeth, teasing it with a little nibble.

His lips surrounded my nipple, one of his hands rising to cup my breast;  he was holding me in the water with one arm, my legs wrapped around his  torso. I could feel my body moving of its own accord, my hips thrusting  slightly as my clit rubbed against his abs, his attention to my breasts  making me crazier each second.

Boon took first one nipple and then the other into his mouth; I could  feel my juices flowing, painting his torso, my arousal stirring like a  wild animal woken up. Boon walked forward slightly, moving us closer to  the shore, bringing the water level just below his waist line, exposing  his huge cock as it broke clear of the water, still erect.

His grip on me faltered slightly and I slid down, relishing the feeling  against my clit and then, when I felt it, the way his dick pressed  against my slit. That wild animal we'd woken up was hungry, starving,  desperate, crying out for satisfaction as the slightest pressure from  his cock against my pussy made me moan.

Suddenly, Boon released me; at first, I faltered, but then caught myself  by allowing my body to float on the water. His hands grabbed my hips,  pulling me back towards me, lifting me slightly so that his cock aligned  with my opening. I arched my back, my hips pushing into him, and my  legs wrapped around his waist. Our eyes met, the moonlight shining off  them, the heat between us palpable, as he slowly began to enter me.

"Touch yourself," he growled, still maintaining eye contact. My hand  floated to my clit as he pressed, slowly, slowly, so slowly, into me,  opening my pussy, tearing it in half with his girth. I'd never  masturbated before, but my passion guided me, and I circled my engorged  clit, letting the feeling soak into my bones, mingling with the pure  pleasure of his entering me.

I pushed harder against his dick, my legs tightening around him, feeling  the water around me gently guide my body. The small, almost  imperceptible waves in the water tickled my thighs, caressed my flesh,  and I moaned as my fingers slipped over my clit.

Boon shuddered as he finally entered me fully, his dick firm and round,  extending deep into my hot slit. My body tensed, my muscles clenching  around his shaft, welcoming him, wanting him, wanting more of him. He  was impossibly strong, basically supporting my whole weight against him.  I was leaning back slightly, the water just kissing my ass, tickling  the flesh under my pussy as it stretched and pulsed around his cock.         

     



 

Suddenly, Boon lifted me fully out of the water, driving his cock even  deeper into me, pulling a cry from my throat, hitting a small, warm,  tender spot deep inside me. I felt like all the blood in my body rushed  to my face, then back to my pussy; Boon began to walk forward, staying  inside me, each stride pulsing his cock inside my slit.

"Oh, oh, oh fuck, oh god," I moaned with each step, feeling the head of  his cock piercing me as he walked towards the shore. He was so strong,  too strong, my hands flew to his arms, my legs still wrapped around his  waist, my mind erased in pure ecstasy until he finally laid me down on  the sand at the edge of the water. He pulled away, then, and I  protested, not wanting to lose the steadily building pressure inside me.

He kneeled before me, his eyes hungry, and pressed my thighs open  roughly, the callouses on his hands tickling my flesh. His hand flew to  my slit, feeling my wetness, my desire; I leaned up on my elbows,  watched him. He leaned forward, crawling over my prone body, his eyes  meeting mine as he poised his cock above my slit once more.

I could feel the silky head against my tender flesh, felt my muscles  clenching in anticipation, my thighs quivering. Reaching down, he  grabbed me around the waist and, in a single motion, flipped me over.  Surprised, I raised myself up slightly, but he pressed down on my lower  back, shoving my body into the sand.

I could feel his cock pressed against my slit again, from a different  angle this time. He nudged my legs apart with his knees, and I  automatically thrust my ass upwards, exposing my still-dripping slit to  him. The sand felt gritty but soft and cool under my naked body; I could  feel Boon breathing above me, closed my eyes, felt the ache inside,  felt desire biting at every nerve.

He began to slip into me, slowly. Never having been fucked from behind, I  moaned in amazement at the way it seemed to introduce me to brand new  sensations, new places inside me, new nerves that lit up with fire as  his cock moved deeper and deeper into me. His cock seemed to grow in  size as he pressed downwards, throbbing and filling me completely.

I struggled against the weight of his body on mine, found myself instead  thrusting against him, craving more. My hips moved on their own,  gyrating up and down on the sand, feeling the pulse of his dick, the  pulse of my own pleasure, a wind whipping up in my mind, tearing any  thoughts I might have had to pieces. There was only bliss, only desire,  only tension. There was only his cock, splitting my pussy, rubbing  against the tender walls, driving downward, downward, to a deep, warm  center where it seemed all my pleasure was balled up, just waiting to be  released.

"Oh, god, Boon," I cried into the night as his hips met my ass, his cock  plunged entirely into my hot pussy. My muscles contracted around him,  embracing him, squeezing it as he began to thrust into me, slowly at  first and then gaining speed. Each time his dick pushed against that  spot, I felt explosions in my mind, felt my skin tingling, each grain of  sand a dot of pleasure.

My hips ground backward, my ass pressing towards him, my body knowing.  Faster, harder, we ground against each other, our skin audibly smacking  against each other, his cock pounding down into me even as I tried to  thrust upward. He was powerful, stronger than me, and I felt my body  sink deeper and deeper into the sound with each thrust. I felt the  pressure building in my pussy, that ball of pleasure getting tighter,  smaller, hotter, more electric, my muscles tensing and buzzing, his cock  driving into me relentlessly, no respite from the blinding pleasure,  the rising wave, the pressure, more and more and more until

"Fuck, Boon, I'm commminngggg," I cried out as my body shook in the  agony of ecstasy, my muscles releasing in a single, rolling wave of  relief, my pussy milking his cock as he held it deep inside me, that  ball of pleasure finally exploding, expanding, sending bubbles of  delight upwards through my entire body. My hips rocked back and forth,  my pussy grinding into the sand, my hands clenched in desperate fists. I  panted, shaking, underneath him, my muscles weak and lazy.

As I felt the last waves of my climax begin to fade, Boon leaned down  and grabbed my arms, pulling me up, backwards, onto my knees. My head  lolled on my shoulders, my neck not even strong enough to support it, my  body totally drained from the orgasm.

I leaned back against his chest; he was kneeling behind me, his cock  still inside me but tipped upwards. His hands came to my belly, moved  upward, brushing sand away as they reached my breasts. He fondled them  gently, drawing a moan from me. I couldn't believe that I'd ever  recover, but I actually felt myself becoming more alert, more aware,  more … .aroused.

He shifted slightly behind me, then pushed me forward once more, so that  I was on my hands and knees in front of him. He pushed into me again,  impossibly finding still more places inside me that hadn't yet been  explored, that had never felt his cock. He grunted, began to slide into  me quickly, his hands holding tightly to my hips, bracing himself  against me.         

     



 

I began to move with him, strength coming back to me as my pussy began  to respond. I could feel my own juices running down my legs, tickling my  thighs, mixing with the sand. Boon pushed and pulled me against him,  fucking me faster and faster with each stroke. My pussy rippled with  pleasure around him; he was pushing as deep as he could go each thrust,  the sound of our bodies slamming together almost deafening in the night.

His grip increased, his body strained; my face flushed, my mouth opened  in a desperate whimper. My defenses were totaled, and I was laid bare to  him entirely, as he erupted inside me, his cock driving harder than  ever through my slit and deep inside me, hot, gushing liquid spurting  into me and pushing me over the edge once again.

His cum massaged my pussy as I milked him, my slit clenching around his  cock. I felt my head fill with tingling, drifting, feathers, each one  lighting up a single nerve in my body with ecstasy. Boon released stream  after stream of cream inside me, each time nudging me further into my  climactic delirium.

When he fell atop me, panting, driving me into the sand again, I could  only moan and clench my fingers around handfuls of sand. We lay there  like that for three years, days and nights passing by unseen as we tried  to recover. Finally, the sound of cicadas became real again, and Boon  rolled off me, landing on his back.