Damon:A Bad Boy MC Romance Novel(91)

Like a flood of electric light, I felt my body snap in two, limbs  shaking, tremors rippling through my body as my pleasure exploded inside  me. Every nerve, every inch of skin, pulsed with ecstasy as I cried out  my bliss. My thighs were like a vice around Boon's head, my toes  curling up almost violently as I bucked and shook underneath him, my  fingers running through his long, soft hair, every inch where our bodies  made contact feeling like paradise. I felt like my body was rising,  lifting off the bed, as I came for the first time ever.

When it was over, my climax fading, I sighed deeply, satisfied but still  yearning. I released Boon, my thighs falling to the side, my hands  untangling from his hair. I could feel my chest rising and falling as I  breathed heavily, my heart pounding in my mouth. When I looked up, Boon  was smiling at me and wiping his mouth. In a single motion, he'd pulled  his shirt off, and I admired, somewhat dazedly, his well-defined  muscles. Tattoos covered his arms and chest. I wanted to study them,  stroke them, trace them with my finger.

He crawled upwards, suspended over me, pushing his pants down as he  went. I looked down further, and the sight of his huge cock drove me  into a sudden panic: what was I doing? There was no way he could fit  that huge thing inside my virgin pussy! He'd rip me in two! I looked  back up at him, catching his eye. He looked puzzled, seeing something in  my eyes that must have betrayed my fear.         

     



 

"I'm a virgin," I blurted out, needing to tell him so that he knew to go  slow. A look of concern passed over his face, replacing the puzzled  look. He was supporting himself over me with his impressive arms, I  could feel the heat baking off him, could feel his 8-inch cock grazing  my tender flesh, drawing desire back to my slit, making me gush as I  pictured the things he could do to me. The things I wanted him to do to  me. The things I was afraid of him doing to me.

Boon sighed and suddenly rolled onto his side, lying on his back next to me. I pulled myself up, now puzzled myself.

"What's wrong? It's okay, really, I just want you to … you know … take it  easy," I said. I had time, now, to really admire his naked body. It was  beautiful  –  large, strong chest tapering off to a lean, toned  midsection, a deep V leading down to his huge, pulsing, erect cock. His  tattoos almost seemed to shimmer in the dim light. I felt myself grow  more and more excited with each second that I was allowed to admire him.

"It's not right. Girl like you … .guy like me … .well, it just isn't right.  You should give it up to your high school sweetheart. Some nice farm boy  who'll take care of you and eat corn on the cob with your folks," Boon  said, sighing, throwing his arm over his eyes as if to hide from the  world.

"I don't have a high school sweetheart, and I don't want a farm boy. I  want you. Now, tonight," I said, suddenly growing courage as I let  myself feel my desire, my sex pulsing, my eyes locked onto Boon's dick.  Suddenly inspired, I reached out and tentatively stroked it, feeling its  hardness, its strength. I'd never touched a cock before, and the flesh  on it was softer than I pictured, the head almost squishy as my fingers  explored.

Boon groaned under my touch. The sound turned me on even more. I reached  down and felt between my legs; I was soaking wet. Pulling myself up, I  wondered what I could do to convince Boon that I really did want him,  that it was my decision, that I needed him tonight and didn't care about  my virginity (or potential lack thereof).

I knew about blowjobs, of course, and realized that was my most logical  option, but I was afraid. I'd never sucked a man before, and didn't know  where to begin. Plus, Boon was so big that I wasn't sure how much of  him I could fit in my mouth. I positioned myself on my knees, my ass  next to Boon's head, and leaned over the whole, long length of him. I  gripped his cock and slowly lowered my mouth to the tip, taking it in  slowly.

I lapped at the head, rimming around it with my tongue. Boon moaned  again; out of the corner of my eye, I saw him remove his arm from his  eyes and lean up to watch me. His hand reached out and grabbed my ass,  massaging the soft globes, driving a thrill through me that made me want  to pleasure him more. His other hand found its way to my head and his  fingers snaked through my hair, coming to rest on my scalp, where he  pushed down gently.

I slid my mouth further down his throbbing member, tasting a slight  saltiness as liquid seeped from the tip. I struggled to breath as I  inched my mouth down his cock, careful to keep my teeth between my lips,  allowing my tongue to tickle the underside of his cock as I sunk deeper  and deeper towards his lap.

Finally, I felt his cock hitting the back of my throat and gagged. My  first instinct was to come up, but Boon's hand on the back of my head  held me in place, restricting my movement. I breathed raggedly through  my nose, tears pricking the corner of my eyes, as Boon slowly began to  thrust his hips upwards, driving his cock deeper and deeper into my raw  throat.

I was panicky, breathless, heart pounding, but something about the  dirtiness of it all, being mouth-fucked by this biker with his long,  wide cock, awoke something primal and hungry in me. I swallowed, feeling  my throat massage the head of his cock. Boon's hands on my ass grew  rougher, and he kneaded the soft flesh hard, the callouses on his  fingers scraping against me, making me shiver with want.

Boon's grip on my head increased and I could feel him thrust harder into  my virgin throat, making me gag even harder. Tears began to spill from  my eyes, unbidden, as I struggled to breathe. Finally, thankfully, Boon  released me, and my head popped up, my breath coming thin and ragged,  coughing. Boon grabbed my ponytail and dragged me backwards in a single,  forceful stroke.

My head hit the mattress and in an instant I felt Boone's weight on my  body, pressing me down as he rolled onto me. His cock, now wet with my  spit, pressed against my gushing slit. He rose, supporting himself on  his arms once more, and I grabbed onto his biceps, feeling the muscles  there, tracing the tattoos.

His eyes fixed onto mine, a look of carnal abandon in his face, and I  felt him press against my pussy. The head of his cock slid easily into  my wetness, and I closed my eyes and moaned as I felt my pussy  stretching around his hugeness. I felt resistance, his cock stopped  inching forward. Opening my eyes again, I knew what was about to  happened, worried about the pain, needed it to happen, didn't care about  the pain.         

     



 

"Hold tight," Boon growled, and I gripped his biceps, biting my lip. In a  roar of tearing pain, he was inside me, ripping me, splitting me in  two. I cried out, the pain much worse than I could have imagined, my  pussy sore and aching already.

He stayed still for a long moment as the roar of pain turned to a  whisper, then slowly began to melt into a different feeling entirely:  pleasure. Pure, unbelievable pleasure. My mouth dropped open in a silent  moan as he began to push deeper inside me, slowly, slowly, reaching  deep inside me, places I had never felt before. No one had ever felt  before.

My breathing became quick and shallow as Boon began to pump in and out  of me, his huge cock driving deep inside me. I could feel every inch of  him in my tender, virgin pussy, felt him lighting up my nerves like  fireworks. I held tighter to his biceps, watched his chest move above  mine, bit my lip and moaned as he began to speed up. My hips began to  rise and fall to meet his strokes, wanting to feel him even more.

I felt my face flush with heat, my nails dig into his strong arms, my  heart beating fast as the wave rose inside me again. It was different  this time, my muscles clenched tighter and tighter as he dove into me  hitting someplace sweet, someplace that drew my eyes into the back of my  head. I croaked in pleasure, not caring how I looked or sounded, my  legs crossing over his lower back to allow him to enter deeper. He began  to slam into me harder, I could hear his balls smacking against me as  his hips thrust against mine. He would grind into me with each stroke,  giving me seconds of precious satisfaction before drawing out again.

My ears started to ring. He was fucking me faster now, harder, I could  feel the sweat dripping from him, hear his labored breathing, smell his  musk. The wave inside me rose, rose, rose as I felt, simultaneously,  something blooming inside me. My pussy was soaked, my muscles felt like  they were about to snap, he was fucking me so hard that I was bouncing  up and down on the mattress, clinging to him for dear life as he  pistoned into me.

And in a split second, in a flash, I felt the wave breaking once more,  sweet release trickling through my body, Boon grabbing me close as he  slammed into me a final time, his cock driven straight to what felt like  the very end of my pussy.

I felt warm, hot liquid gushing into me, massaging my pussy as it milked  his cock, nerves still like fireworks as he held my shuddering, virgin  body. My pussy squeezed and clenched around his cock, wanting him to  stay inside forever, wanting this feeling forever, wanting him forever.