Page 78 of Stay Little Fighter

There’s no way I should be horny. The four of them just fucked me within an inch of my life, my pussy should be a no-go zone for at least a couple of days.

And yet I can feel myself growing wetter with each pass of his fingers.

“You’re insatiable.”

“I don’t know how I went a decade without sex if this is what my libido is like.”

He chuckles, tugging me closer until I’m plastered across his chest, his lips trailing over my jaw, nipping at the sensitive skin as he goes.

As if my body has a mind of its own, I grind down on his thigh, earning me a deep, rumbled growl.

He pulls back, staring down at me with so much emotion I can barely believe it’s the same eyes that have spent years looking at me with nothing but contempt, and then his mouth is on mine.

His tongue sweeps across my lips, demanding entry that I don’t hesitate to give him, desperate for everything he has to give me.

I grasp his shoulders, desperate for more as I reach between us and fist his hard cock.

“Jesus, Chloe,” he grunts.

“I need you,” I whimper, lifting my hips enough that I can notch him at my entrance. “Please, Damon.”

He nips at my lips, the bite of pain only making me need him more. “How am I supposed to deny you when you ask so nicely?”

Taking his words as permission, I slowly sink down onto him until he’s seated inside of me.

“Oh fuck,” I whimper, shifting my hips to grind my clit on his skin.

Damon’s jaw locks tight as his hands rest on my hips, holding me in place. “You gotta be quiet for me, Duchess. You don’t want to wake the others, do you?” He thrusts up into me. “Or maybe you do. Maybe you want them to see how hard you come on my cock.”

I bury my face in his throat, desperately trying to muffle my moan.

Perhaps I should have known it would be like this with Damon. All-consuming and intense even in the dead of night while the rest of the world sleeps.

“You feel so fucking good, Duchess,” he murmurs against the shell of my ear. “Like your pussy was made for me.”

Nodding against him, I match his thrusts from below, desperate for the release rushing toward me. I don’t even know how it’s possible to have another orgasm after how many I had earlier, and yet here we are.

“Sit up for me, Duchess. I want to watch you ride my cock.”

I clench around him, forcing my sore body to do as he says. There are muscles I didn’t know existed aching from what transpired between us tonight, and even though the bath soothed them, I think I’ll be feeling it for at least a few days.

Damon’s gaze drags down my naked body as he helps me set a slow rhythm so as not to jolt the bed.

I’m shocked we haven’t already woken them up, but maybe they’re just as worn out as I am.

“So fucking perfect,” he groans, his hands tightening on my hips. “I always knew you belonged on a throne, Duchess.”

His soft praise brings me closer to the edge I’ve been dancing on since the moment he slipped inside me, and I have to bite down on the inside of my cheek to stop the scream building in my throat.

Damon moves one of his hands from my hip and his thumb finds my throbbing clit. “Come for me, Chloe. Let me feel you come around my cock, baby.”

Using one hand to steady myself on his chest, I bite down on the other to catch the cries of pleasure that try to escape when my orgasm slams into me, taking my breath away.

He thrusts up into me, dragging every ounce of pleasure from me before he allows himself to follow me over the edge and fill me with hot ropes of cum.

I collapse on top of him, the aches from earlier returning all at once and making it impossible to hold myself up for even a moment longer.

Is this how it will always be? Will we always be insatiable for one another? Or at some point will our desire fall to a reasonable level?