Chapter 294: back in her dorm III

Chapter 294: Chapter 294: back in her dorm III

Damian didn’t give her room to breathe.

In one swift, controlling motion, he spun her around, pinning her back flush against the locked wooden door. He crowded her body with his own, his hands framing her face as his mouth came down on hers in a deep, frantic kiss that swallowed her protests whole.

His hands moved to the top of her red halter dress, tugging the thin fabric down over her shoulders. Beneath it, she wore a black strapless bra. Damian didn’t bother unhooking it; he simply hooked his fingers over the top edge and yanked it down past her chest, freeing her full, porcelain mounds.

Her pink nipples hardened instantly in the cool room air.

Damian’s breath hitched at the visual. He leaned down, burying his face in her chest, taking one rosy nipple into his mouth. He sucked and bit at the sensitive flesh with a fierce, possessive greed, making Vivienne gasp and arch her chest into his mouth.

"God, Vivienne..." he growled against her skin, his hot breath burning her wet nipple.

His hand slid down the silk of her dress, gathering the hem and bunching it high around her waist. He reached beneath her lace knickers, pushing the narrow strip of fabric to the side to gain direct access to her bare, swollen core.

His fingers brushed her slick folds. She was completely drenched.

Damian pushed one finger inside her, quickly adding a second. He began to pump his fingers in and out of her tight, wet passage, making her hips twitch helplessly against the door.

"Damian, don’t—" Vivienne moaned, her head tossing back against the wood, her hands clutching at his shoulders. "My roommate... Claire... she might come back..."

"This will be quick," Damian rasped into her neck, his fingers working inside her with a fast, merciless friction that made her knees weak. "Just keep quiet."

He couldn’t wait any longer. The jealousy burning inside him was a physical ache, demanding complete possession.

With his free hand, Damian unbuckled his belt and pushed his trousers down just enough to free his thick, throbbing length. He didn’t bother stripping her dress or removing her knickers—he simply pulled the lace aside, lifted one of her legs, and hooked her thigh over his hip.

In one hard, unyielding thrust, Damian drove himself all the way inside her.

"Ah! Damian!" Vivienne shrieked softly, her fingers digging frantically into his back as her tight wet walls stretched around his broad size.

The heat of her tight cavern swallowing his dick broke his last thread of composure. Holding her pinned against the door, Damian began to fuck her—his hips slamming forward in a heavy, relentless pace that rattled the door frame behind them.

"Damian—ah! Wait—we can’t just—" she gasped out, her moans slipping past her lips as he struck her sweet spot repeatedly. "Damian, oh god..."

"You’re so tight," Damian growled, his jaw set, his eyes dark with unbridled lust. "So fucking tight."

Her slick walls clamped around him so tightly it was nearly impossible to endure. Standard positions weren’t enough; he needed her completely surrendered to him.

Without breaking his stride, Damian slid his arms beneath her thighs and lifted her off the floor, holding her weight effortlessly while continuing to drive into her wet core.

"Which one is your bed?" he rasped into her ear, his thrusts never slowing.

Vivienne, dazed and clinging to his neck for dear life, weakly pointed toward the far side of the room.

Damian carried her across the floor, his shaft sliding deep inside her with every heavy step. He threw her back onto the mattress, keeping her dress bunched at her waist and her bra pulled down around her ribs.

Before resuming, Damian pulled himself out with a loud, wet sound.

He leaned over her, his dark gaze dropping to her pussy. Her slick, pink opening remained slightly agape, glistening with her own wetness and his pre-cum from his deep penetration.

A dark thought crossed his mind—a sudden, ugly wave of insecurity. Am I the only one who has been here?

Then he looked closer at her delicate, pristine core and remembered. He was the one who had taken her virginity. No one else had ever touched her like this. No one else had ever seen her like this.

I’m going to make sure you stay mine, he thought silently, the possessive fire in his chest flaring white-hot.

Damian grabbed her hips and flipped her over onto all fours. He lifted her rear into the air, aligned his broad tip with her drenched entrance, and impaled her from behind in one deep, punishing stroke.

"Ah!" Vivienne gasped into the pillow, her fingers clutching the sheets.

Damian set a wild, possessive pace. He reached one hand beneath her body, finding her sensitive clit, and began rubbing it in tight, rhythmic circles while his hips slammed into her plump buttocks.

"Damian—oh god, yes!" she sobbed out, her inner walls pulsing violently around his shaft as he drove her straight toward the edge.

He flipped her onto her back again, hooking both of her legs over his broad shoulders to get even deeper, his eyes fixed on her flushed, breathless face as he pounded into her.

"I’m going to cum," Damian rasped, his thrusts reaching a frantic, desperate peak.

Vivienne’s eyes snapped open. Mid-moan, reality suddenly crashed over her.

"Wait—Damian, no!" she gasped out, her hands pushing weakly against his hips. "Not inside!"

Damian heard her, but he didn’t care.

The thought of pulling out made his chest tighten with absolute refusal. In fact, a dark, primal urge flared within him—the overwhelming desire to mark her so permanently that she could never belong to Christopher, Anthony, or anyone else. The thought of knocking her up, of tying her to him forever, was intoxicating.

He ignored her plea entirely.

Gritting his teeth, Damian slammed his hips forward one last time, burying his full length to the very hilt inside her tight, quaking passage. His body shuddered violently as he poured his hot, heavy release deep inside her, filling her trembling womb with every last drop of his seed.

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Vivienne lay on her back, her chest heaving as the wild waves of her climax slowly receded. Her body was trembling, her pulse hammering against her ribs as reality began to rush back into her mind.

"Damian, pull out," she panted, her voice raspy, her hand pressing against his shoulder to push him off. "I think that’s enough."

Damian didn’t move. He was still hovering over her, his broad shoulders blocking out the dim light of her desk lamp. As her inner walls twitched around his spent length, he felt it—the sudden, undeniable surge of his shaft hardening straight back up inside her hot, liquid heat.

"You said it would be quick," she gasped, feeling him swell inside her again.

"Your body is so delicious," Damian growled, his voice thick, dark, and heavy with possessive desire. "It’s calling me to come inside more."

"Damian, stop it. My roommate...," she protested weakly, but before she could push him away, he looked over his shoulder toward the small digital clock on her nightstand.

10:00 PM.

"It’s just ten. It’s still early," Damian murmured, turning his gaze back to her flushed face. "Your roommate probably won’t be back until midnight."

Without giving her a chance to argue, Damian shifted his weight. He sat back on the edge of the bed, gripping her waist to lift her up and pull her over his lap. He spread her thighs wide, supporting her knees over his legs so she was straddling him completely, her wet core pressed flush against his rigid shaft.

His hands reached down, one holding her steady while his thumb found her sensitive, swollen clit, rubbing it in tight, rhythmic circles. At the same time, he gripped her hips and guided her up and down his length, impaling her deeply with every stroke.

"Ah—Damian!" Vivienne gasped, her hands gripping his broad shoulders for balance as her head tossed back.

"You’re so fuckable, Vivienne," Damian rasped into her skin, leaning forward to lick the sensitive shell of her ear before trailing his tongue down the side of her neck. "I want to do this all day. I’ve been wanting to fuck you since earlier."

The dirty talk burned her ears, but the intense, liquid heat spreading through her stomach was impossible to fight. Damian pulled her close against his chest, kissing his way over her bare shoulder, his tongue licking a hot path down her chest as he kept driving her up and down on his dick.

Even with her red dress still bunched up around her waist, he worked her body relentlessly, taking every reaction, every breathless gasp, as permission to keep pushing deeper.

"Damian... oh god..." she moaned, her fingers digging into his back as he picked up the pace, setting a hard, punishing rhythm that echoed through the quiet room.

Then, without breaking his rhythm, Damian grabbed her waist and shifted her around so her back was pressed against his chest.

He leaned forward, burying his face in the crook of her neck, his hot tongue trailing a wet, biting path down her shoulder blades while his hands held her hips steady, driving his length deep into her wet core from behind.

Directly across from the bed stood her vanity table, illuminated by the dim desk lamp. In the broad glass mirror, the entire room was reflected back with vivid, inescapable clarity.

Damian raised his head, his blue eyes locking onto their reflection.

"Look, Vivienne," he rasped into her ear, his hand reaching forward to tilt her chin toward the glass. "Look at the mirror."

Vivienne, dazed and gasping for air, opened her heavy-lidded eyes. The sight in the mirror made her breath catch violently in her throat.

Her red dress was bunched high around her waist, her bare back pressed against his broad, muscular chest. Below, she could see every detail—his thick and long shaft sliding repeatedly in and out of her swollen, pink entrance, her wet folds stretching wide to accommodate his size before clinging desperately to him as he pulled back.

"Look at how your pussy is eating my dick," Damian growled into her ear, his thrusts picking up a heavy, rhythmic pace. "Look at how slick you are for me. Is it that hungry, Vivienne? Do you see how perfectly it fits?"

"Damian—oh god..." Vivienne whimpered, her cheeks burning crimson as the visual shattered the last of her self-control.

Watching him fuck her from behind in the glass—seeing her own pale thighs trembling around his broad hips—sent a wave of intense, liquid heat shooting straight to her core.

Damian wasn’t satisfied just watching from the bed.

With a low, possessive grunt, he slid his arms under her knees and lifted her off his lap, standing up while keeping his shaft buried deep inside her passage. Vivienne shrieked softly, her arms wrapping tightly around his neck as he carried her across the small room.

He set her down directly onto the wooden vanity table, right in front of the large mirror.

Damian spread her thighs wide, hooking her knees over his arms, positioning her so her swollen, dripping core was aligned perfectly with the reflective glass. He stepped between her legs and drove himself all the way back in with one hard, deliberate thrust.

"Ah!" Vivienne gasped, her back arching, her hands gripping the edges of the vanity for support.

"Watch," Damian commanded, his voice dark and dripping with raw, uncompromising possession.

From this angle, sitting on the vanity table, she couldn’t look away. Every time he slammed his hips forward, she saw his thick length disappear into her glistening entrance, pushing her soft folds inside out before plunging back in. The reflection showed every subtle twitch of her body, every deep thrust of his shaft, and the intense, hungry focus on his face as he worked her pussy on her own vanity.

"Damian—it’s too much—I can’t—!" she sobbed out, her inner walls pulsing violently around his shaft as the visual sensory overload pushed her straight to the edge.

Damian’s jaw clenched, his eyes fixed on her reflection in the glass as his thrusts became heavy, deliberate, and punishingly deep.

"Look at it, Vivienne," Damian rasped into her ear, his breath burning her flushed skin as his hips ground firmly against her swollen center at the base of each stroke. "Your pussy is devouring me. Look at how hungry it is for my dick."

"Damian—ah! Stop—!" Vivienne sobbed out, her fingers digging frantically into the polished wood of the vanity table.

"You’re so fucking delicious," he growled, his voice thick with raw, filthy possession as he picked up the pace, slamming into her until the mirror trembled in its frame. "See how it stretches around me? Look at how easily you take all of it."

Vivienne couldn’t avert her eyes. In the bright reflection, she watched his thick shaft plunge in and out of her dripping entrance, her pale, glistening folds clinging to his cock with every deep slide. The visual overload of her own body being used so thoroughly on her vanity table sent electric shocks straight to her stomach.

Damian leaned over her, his chest crushing her back down toward the mirror as he drove himself into her sweet spot again and again.

"I’m going to fill you up again, Vivienne," he whispered dirty into her ear, his rhythm reaching a frantic, desperate peak. "I’m going to cum so deep inside your tight pussy... watch how it drips with my cum when I’m done with you. Watch yourself take every drop."

The thought burned through his mind, wild and unhinged—I want to fill you so full I knock you up. I want to put my baby in you so you can never belong to anyone else.

He didn’t say the last part aloud, but the primal, possessive urge drove his hips with terrifying force.

"Damian—oh god, I’m—" Vivienne gasped, her knees quaking over his arms as her inner walls clamped down around his shaft in a violent, crushing climax.

Her tight passage surrounding his dick shattered his restraint completely.

"Watch," Damian roared, his hand coming around to grip her chin, forcing her heavy-lidded eyes onto the mirror as he drove himself in to the absolute hilt and poured his hot, heavy release deep inside her trembling core.

In the glass, Vivienne watched her own body shuddering helpless against his, her tight pussy pulsing wildly around his broad length as he filled her to bursting once again.

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Tbc

AN: ok, just let me have this moment ok? This one deserves a very long smut Chapter and I just placed it as one Chapter even though it’s very very long. Haha! I mean it is just so hot to pass up! And Damian’s thought of knocking her up is just so hot and primal. Ok dont think so bad about this stuff. Just chill. Hahahaha!