Chapter 46: Swallow My Babies [+18]

Damian crawled up her body, kissing a path along her sternum, then capturing one small breast in his mouth. The nipple was already tight; he sucked gently, then used the edge of his teeth, just enough to make her gasp, before switching to the other.

His big hand cupped the breast he wasn’t kissing, thumb brushing back and forth over the peak. Meanwhile Clara’s fingers threaded into his dark hair, holding him there while little sounds spilled from her throat.

After several long minutes of lavishing attention on her chest he kissed lower ribs, navel, then the sensitive dip of her hip until he was between her thighs again. This time he used his fingers too: two sliding inside her, curling upward, stroking that spongy spot while his tongue returned to her clit with slow, patient circles.

“Babe…” Clara gasped, holding the grasping onto the sheets for support.

She came again faster this time, thighs clamping around his head, heels digging into the mattress. When she finally relaxed, Damian rose onto his knees, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His cock stood rigid against his stomach, darker now with a bead of pre-cum sliding down the shaft.

Clara looked at it, then at him.

“I want you inside me.” she begged

He reached for the nightstand, grabbed the bottle of lube, and coated his fingers generously.

“We go slow. You tell me to stop any time.”

She nodded, pulling her knees toward her chest.

Damian settled between her legs in missionary, bracing his weight on one forearm so he could watch her face. He rubbed the head of his cock through her folds, coating himself in her wetness, then pressed just the tip against her entrance.

Haaaaaa!

Lira’s breath hitched. Even that small stretch burned sweetly. He paused, letting her adjust, kissing her softly while his free hand stroked her hair back from her face.

“Breathe,” he whispered. “Relax for me.”

She did, exhaling shakily, and he sank in another inch. Then another. The stretch was intense and almost too much, but the slow drag of him against her walls, the way he filled her so completely, made pleasure chase the burn. When he was halfway inside she whimpered, nails biting into his shoulders.

“Too big?” he asked, voice rough.

“No. Don’t stop.” Clara muttered between heavy breaths.

After nearly losing him due to her weak performance last night, she was willing to go to the limits of her body just to give this man a little bit of pleasure.

Damian smiled sweetly. He could smell her desperation and honestly, he found it sexy. He kissed her again, deep and filthy, distracting her while he worked the rest of the way in. It took several careful thrusts, short, shallow rolls of his hips, before his pelvis finally pressed flush against hers. Clara’s eyes fluttered shut, mouth open in a silent gasp. She felt impossibly full, split open and completely claimed.

Damian stayed still for a long moment, letting her adjust, forehead resting against hers.

“You’re doing so good,” he murmured. “Taking all of me.”

When her hips gave a tiny, experimental roll he groaned and began to move, slow, deliberate drags out, then back in, never pulling more than halfway before sliding home again. Each stroke grazed that spot inside her that made stars burst behind her eyelids.

They found a rhythm. Her legs wrapped around his waist; his hand slid beneath her ass, lifting her slightly so he could angle deeper. The wet sounds of their bodies meeting filled the room, mingling with her soft cries and his low grunts.

After several minutes he felt her start to tighten again.

“Come on my cock,” he rasped. “Let me feel you.”

She wrapped her legs around him while letting out a keening sound. Damian gritted his teeth, fighting his own release. While their fingers interlocked into a joint embrace.

Pff!

Damian’s grip on her butt tightened as his milk came gushing out but even then his hips didn’t stop moving. He kept fucking until every single drop of his cum was inside her.

“Shit… We will need to get some plan B.” He whispered into her ear between gasps.

“I’ll even go on birth control if you want. Just don’t stop filling me up.”

Clara begged, her wet body shivering involuntarily under his. Damian smiled and kissed her forehead, then guided her onto her stomach.

Clara quickly folded her arms beneath her cheek, ass raised just enough. Damian knelt behind her, spreading her cheeks gently, watching the way her entrance fluttered, still stretched from him.

He glanced at her ass hole, memories of his wild morning resurfacing, causing his cock to harden further.

Damian pressed back in, his cock sliding in easier this time, though still a tight, hot fit. With her chest stayed low, his bigger body draped over hers, one arm braced beside her head, the other wrapped around her waist so he could rub slow circles over her clit.

The angle was devastating. Every thrust dragged the head of his cock against her front wall while his fingers kept steady pressure on her clit. Clara’s hands fisted the sheets, face buried in the pillow, muffled moans vibrating through it.

The sound of his pelvic slapping against her bony ass was loud and the consistency of his strokes would make any woman go crazy. Clara gritted her teeth, enduring each stroke designed to push her to the edge, until her legs felt numb.

“I’m gonna come inside you,” Damain warned.

“Yes… please—”

Damian sped up just enough, hips snapping harder now, chasing his own release while making sure she felt every inch. When she came a third time, her pussy clenched tightly around his cock so hard, a low, guttural groan tore from his throat as he embraced her tight, both collapsing on the bed as thick ropes of cum flooded her. He kept rocking gently through it, grinding deep, until he had nothing left.

They stayed like that for long moments, his weight a comforting blanket over her smaller frame, both breathing hard. Finally he eased out, a thick trickle of white following, and rolled them so she lay curled against his chest.

But he wasn’t finished.

After a few minutes of lazy kissing he sat up against the headboard, legs spread. Clara crawled between them without being asked, silver hair falling forward like a curtain as she settled on her stomach between his thighs.

His cock was still semi-hard, slick with their combined release. She licked him clean first. She started with slow, thorough swipes of her tongue and then she took him into her mouth again. This time she didn’t try to take all of him; she focused on the head and the first few inches, sucking gently while her small hands worked the shaft and balls.

Damian threaded his fingers through her hair, not pulling, just holding and watching her with heavy-lidded eyes.

“Fuck, baby… just like that.” he muttered.

Clara hummed around him, the vibration making his hips jerk. Her tongue swirled, lips sealed tight, cheeks hollowed. One hand cupped his sac, rolling gently; the other stroked what her mouth couldn’t reach.

The second build-up was faster, sharper. His breathing turned ragged, abs tightening while he held down Clara’s head.

“Swallow My Babies!” He gasped.

She didn’t pull away. She sucked harder, tongue flicking the sensitive underside, until Damian’s head fell back against the headboard with a thud. He came with a choked groan, pulsing against her tongue. Thick spurts coated her mouth and she swallowed greedily, throat working, not spilling a drop. To her surprise, his semen tasted a lot like vanilla ice cream.

Clara never knew men’s semen tasted so good. She had the impression it tasted bad.

When he finally softened she released him with a soft pop, licking her lips, then crawled up to curl against his side. Damian wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close, lips brushing her forehead.

“You okay?” he murmured.

Clara smiled sleepily, cheek pressed to his chest. “More than okay.”

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