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Charlie

It was the morning after our mating, and when I told you, I felt invigorated. I was standing in the mirror, looking at the mark left by Damon. It was official; he and I were fully mated. There was no turning back. It was a flower, and it was blue and red. This was the first time I had seen a mark like this: the moon goddess and her surprises. I walked out of the bathroom, and Damon was awake and was looking at me with awe and love in his eyes. "How are you feeling?" He asked me as I walked up to him.

"I'm fantastic; how are you?" I asked him as I leaned into his chest. "I'm happy." Damon's face lit up with the most genuine smile, and he looked up at me with love running through his eyes. I know we hadn't said it yet, but I was in no rush. I could feel it, and so could he. "Do you need to be down there today?" I asked him, slightly disappointed that I couldn't just have him to myself for the rest of the day. To do whatever I wanted to him and with him.

"No, not really," Damon said, and my heart sparked, and I saw the smirk cover his face. "What do you have in mind?" Damon leaned closer, his lips close to mine. It was so different than last night. He was begging and wanting. Now he was teasing and taking. I know he said he wasn't a submissive, but I could see a gleam in his eyes saying he wanted to take control. Damon leaned forward and pushed his lips onto mine, he was dominant in his approach, and I wasn't upset about it.

Damon's pajama pants were still covering him, but I knocked Damon onto the bed. Damon fell to his back; I immediately climbed on top of him and straddled him. I looked up at him, and his eyes were filled with lust and desire. I moved down to where I was eye to eye with his member. I pulled down his pajama pants, and it sprung up to attention.

I traced his cock with my tongue, taking in at least five inches of his dick before wrapping my hand around the remaining four. I could taste precum beading at the tip, and I swallowed it after tracing the slit with my tongue.

Soon enough, Damon's hands were in my hair, and I pulled back from the motion. I suckled on the head before letting the length slip out entirely. Sticking out my tongue, and showed him an obnoxious trail of spit that connected from my tongue and his dick.

"You're teasing me," Damon moaned out, aware of his straining erection. He knew that I wasn't going to give in so easily. Instead of giving him the gratification he wanted, I sat up and pulled him to me. He smashed his lips to mine, and it was purely animalistic and heavy. Even after everything we did last night, the fire in me was still ignited.

I could feel Jonathan's gaze burn into his skin as I pulled away and undid my robe. I moved from on top of him so he could let his pants drop. But much to my distaste, Damon didn't move to touch me. Instead, he sat there staring at my naked body. "You're so beautiful." He whispered. I could feel my face heat up from that simple statement.

Damon pulled me back to him and laid me flat on the bed. And in a fluid motion, he was on top of me and in between my legs. "Just do it." I moaned out to him as he lined himself up. I just wanted him now; I didn't want the foreplay; I just wanted him. Damon leaned down, put his head into my neck, and kissed up and down my neck. "This isn't very sub of you," I whispered to him. "I could tell that this is what you wanted."

"Sub doesn't automatically mean bottom. All I want to do is please you. And give you what you want."

Damon stared into my eyes as he moved his fingers down. He pushed one in, and I immediately started whimpering at a stretch. It took only a moment before adding a second. His member hung hard between his tan and strong legs. I was tempted to push myself onto him and grid-down, but I settled for the thrusting of his fingers deeper. And I decided to let him take charge for now. By the time I was comfortable enough, he had moved three fingers in and out of me. He sped up, and I was a moaning mess. I would try to pull away, but he would hold me still by my hips anytime I did.

"Charlie," The crisp sound of my voice contrasted with our body heat, "If you're so desperate for it, you better start taking it," Damon whispered in my ear. He was being a brat. "Or, you do as I say and give me what I want," I growled in his ear, and a smirk covered my face. I pulled away and stared at him deep in his eyes. "Yes, ma'am," His eyes were filled with submission, and he immediately obeyed and pushed himself into me. I let out a moan as he filled me, and I smiled as he began his motions. "Good boy," I said in his ear, and Damon whimpered as I said that. "Am I?" The way he asked wasn't in a teasing way; he was being genuine.

"Yes." That was all I needed to say before he picked up the pace and was continuously pounding into me—causing a flood of moans to come out of my mouth. He found his rhythm, I could feel the build-up inside of me, and I wanted nothing more than to release. There were a few more pumps, and we got louder and louder with each pump. "I'm close," I yelled out to him, and I could see it on his face that he was close too.

It was a few moments later, and we released together. I didn't push him away from me or make him cum outside of me. I'm willing to risk it. Damon's head was lying in my neck, and we were both panting from what had just happened. The feeling was still just as magnetic and hot as it was before. I hope this never ends.

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