Black Clover

by Celia Crown

  All the more for me

  “More,” she murmurs with her head turned to her arm.

  When I pull back with stringy dewiness, I thrust back with two fingers this time and the width of it makes her happy with a little mewl from her lips. My cock is leaking messily on her stomach as my thumb begins to scrape on her clit with tight rubs.

  She comes again, this time is stronger than the first small stimulation. I take in the gorgeous scene; her hands squeeze into fists, big brown eyes glossing over with tears, and her pussy throbs with erratic pulses like the rhythm in my heart.

  I take my fingers out and brings it up to my face, spreading my fingers to let the stringiness of her cum break and slide down my fingers. I lick the juices off and purrs at the sweetness, I debate if I should taste the sweetness from the source or hold off since my cock is too painfully hard to wait any longer.

  I lean down and kiss her lips, forcing her to taste herself on my tongue as her cheeks redden even more. It’s dirty, a young girl tasting herself on a man more than half her age. It makes me want to defile her innocence with everything I have.

  “Take me, please.” her plea makes my cock jerk and drool lewdly.

  I snarl and grips her thighs in my hand, bruising that creamy skin while she lays still for me to use her however I like.

  I fold her legs over my waist as I grip my pulsing cock tightly in a fist, stroking it quickly to ease the edge off while I suck in a breath to remember that this is going to be Chloe’s first time and I can’t be too rough with her. She yelled at me for hitting her with the door, she ran away from me when I told her not to, and she might have stolen my heart with her round cheeks.

  Those are all offenses that I usually don’t look the other way for, especially when it’s my heart that’s at stake here. However, this is my Chloe, so she gets all the free passes.

  I’m not truly angry at her and I would never do anything she doesn’t want. If she says no right now, I will stop and free her from her bindings.

  She’s too into her pleasure to say no, her body language demands more of my touches as her wide eyes beg for my cum to fill her pussy.

  “Please.” her lips wobble with higher intensity.

  I line the head of my cock to her slits, nudging the soft folds open for me to kiss the twitching hole. Our juices mingle thickly, smearing viscously as I push an inch in. The breach of her virgin cunt is a tight process, her body tightens while my back muscles strain with shivers tickling my balls.

  I’m full of cum and she’s going to get every drop without it going waste, she’s going to swell with how much I can give her.

  I try to be gentle and let her adjust, but her rebellious hips lift and sink down the rest of the way so smoothly that I could feel her cum coating around my cock while her throbbing walls struggle to accommodate me.

  I know I’m a big man, bigger than normal people. My hand can fit her entire face, my arm can wrap around her waist, and the weight in my muscles will crush her. My cock is too big for her, she’s overwhelmed with teary eyes and frantic hiccups that pierces my heart.

  She’s in pain and all I can do is soothe her agony the best I can.

  I hush her, brushing her black hair away from her face. “You’re okay, little Chloe. Just breathe.”

  She releases the air that’s trapped in her lungs while I use my other hand to run along her side to remind her to breathe, I don’t move an inch below the waist as there might be more pain if I move too soon.

  Her little opening is clamping down on the base of my cock too tightly that I worry she would feel the sting, her walls are molding and getting used to the massive intrusion while I distract her with kisses to her puckered lips.

  “I don’t want to rush you, little one, but I’m at my limit.”

  The ripples and hot pulses are driving me crazy, I can’t move until she’s well taken care of and as selfish I am, I refuse to be that man to her.

  “I’m okay,” she slurs.

  I grunt, shifting back to my knees while I get a full view of her tied-up body and her pretty little pussy. Spread obscenely tight around my cock as I curl my hands on the dip of her waist to keep her in place while I pick up a fast tempo.

  I’m impatient and an obsessed man; if I wait any longer, I can’t guarantee I won’t hurt her with madness eating away my choices.

  Moans and wanton cries spill from her lips, I want to hear more from that sweet voice. I want my name whispered from her, I want those brown eyes looking at me while she says it because it would convince me that I could do anything. I want those lovely lips and sparkling eyes light up with love when she gazes at me like I’m the only one she needs.

  I want to be the only one for her, and I intend to make that happen, a deep part of me knows that she is the only thing I need.

  The casino, my hotels, and my wealth mean little to me now. Everything is falling apart from their level of importance to me, Chloe makes it to number one and it feels right for her to be my top priority in my heart.

  This revelation sits well with me and I’m not at all surprised. I expected it too.

  A newly founded strength in me awakens and I hammer my cock into her tight cunt, squelches between us are dirty and fuck, do I love it. I give her no mercy and no more time to adjust to me, I leave the sober side of me and allow the savage to take over.

  I catch her eyes.

  “Don’t look at me like that.” I punctuate each word with a thrust that bangs against the wall, pulling from Chloe a surprised yelp in-between a set of shuddering cries.

  She blinks wearily at me, as if she’s asking what I mean when her lips are too busy singing to me. I stroke her clit, scraping and rolling the tight nub between my fingers as her cunt clenches.

  “Don’t look at me like I’m going to let you go because you think this is a fling to me,” I grumble, I hate that she would think this is some Vegas one-night stand. “I never wanted you to leave, I don’t know what will happen to me if you don’t want me after this.”

  She doesn’t say anything for a moment before whispering my name like a soft caress, my hips shudder to a slow jerk and my green eyes narrow dangerously at her. Whatever is running in her head, I’ll change it. I can’t deal with her leaving and never wanting to see me again because I basically forced myself on her before I got her consent, even when she is enjoying it.

  “Untie me,” she says, “I want to touch you.”

  My heart leaps in joy as I make quick work of the tie around her wrist before she can change her mind. Her hands immediately go to work and trace every muscle on me, she peers shyly at me and I’m not above begging to know what she’s thinking. If I know what is in her mind, I can change whatever that made her think that this is a fling.

  “I’m not Fawn.” she blinks sadly, a self-deprecating smile plays on her lips as she looks up at me.

  I don’t understand what that girl has to do with this.

  My hips roll with thrusts, soft enough to bring up the pleasure I’m feeling as each stroke pulls cum from my balls, sticking them to her quivering walls. I can multitask, I listen to her reasoning and I also bring shivers to her body.

  “Fawn is—” she swallows, stopping herself with a twist of her head away from me.

  I drop my elbow to the side of her head and lean down, my cock sinks down deeper and her chest quakes.

  “What is it?” my cock plunges her small pussy with webs of fluids trickling down my shaft and onto the sheets.

  I can have this room cleaned again for her, I do own this hotel and I make the rules on how this place is operated.

  She murmurs something, and I lean further down until our noses touch. I leave her no choice but to be honest while looking directly at me where I am not holding any judgment or impatience for her to close her heart.

  “Fawn is your type.” Chloe bites her lip.

  My eyebrows knot in bafflement. That pink-haired girl is the last thing I want near me, she’s too insufferable.

  “
She’s everyone’s type. Pretty, outgoing, and really good with people.” her voice cracks and I kiss away the trembles on her lips.

  So, this is what is plaguing her mind. Insecurities and doubts. From a standpoint of straight facts, I can see why she would think this way. I’m the owner of multiple businesses that makes me one of the richest men in the country, Chloe is a young girl with shit luck always putting her down.

  She thinks this is some dumb luck she has and scored a big fish like me.

  I see red in my eyes, I cup her cheek and pinch the fleshiness. “How can I prove that I only want you for more than a night?”

  Chloe shakes her head and the tears of pleasure are being replaced with glossy uncertainties.

  “You don’t have to say that.” she smiles shakily, “I’m not upset. Everyone wants Fawn, I’m just living in denial. I really thought—”

  She doesn’t finish, but I have a perfectly clear idea of what she was going to say.

  I really thought you wanted me, my brain pieces together her voice and I ground my teeth.

  If and when I find whoever filled her little head with these stupid ideas of her being unwanted, I’m going to teach them a lesson to never fuck with my Chloe ever again.

  “Chloe.”

  Her eyes meet mine meekly, her fingers stop their mindless patterns on my chest as she clamps her mouth shut.

  “I wanted you before, I want you now, and I want you in my future.”

  I intend to show her how special she is.

  Chapter Nine

  Chloe

  I’m overwhelmed.

  From inside and out. My body shakes under Damon’s solid frame, his rigid muscles flex under my fingers as the tempo he sets is a cascading effect of shivers that brings warmth to my belly. His words have magic behind them, they soothe the scary doubts in my mind.

  It’s not like I wanted to have thoughts about Fawn, but I just couldn’t help that this is a dream.

  My pussy squeeze around the swollen thickness of his cock, he’s too big for me. I couldn’t breathe when he first pushed in, it was as if he’s splitting me apart and the fire licking my walls hasn’t simmered down. His girth recedes before sinking inside with a loud squelch, pushing past my limits as the tip of his cock nudges on my cervix.

  I want to beg him to go faster, this slowness is driving me crazy with dull pleasures rolling through me, but I’m greedy.

  “Faster,” I plea, linking my arms over his neck to pull him into a kiss.

  He purrs, “Not good enough, little Chloe.”

  I buck my hips with needy moans and wanton groans, I tighten my weak arms around his neck and my desperate begging against his lips results in a series of heavy thrusts from him. I moan happily, I love this exhilarating feeling of being stretched open.

  I can feel the vein scraping alongside my walls as I try to suck him back in, there’s a touch of soreness in the way his girth splits me open and the bruises on my hips when he grasped too tightly from before.

  “Oh, please—” I choke a whimper as the next thrust has a shifted angle that tugs on my clit when he hammers my cunt mercilessly.

  Damon spares me the pathetic attempt of begging because I can’t keep my mind straight, not when the intoxicating orgasm builds itself up quicker than his pace. He has no regards of my moans that breaks and piece itself back together at the tempo of his pummeling girth.

  My pussy is in desperate need to milk his cock, let his cum paint my throbbing walls with their mark while my body feeds on the scorching wetness that slides out of my gaping cunt. That obscene image gets wiped by a blast of stars behind my eyes when a tug on my clit sends me over the edge with Damon fucking through my orgasm.

  He’s not stopping and I don’t want him to, I want him to use me like a rag doll and be satisfied with a thorough breeding of my pussy.

  “You want to come?” he chuckles darkly, branding my thigh with his fingers as he lifts my hip.

  When he straightens his spine, he takes away my control with his body as I writhe in the bed. I have nothing to ground me to reality as his pumping hips grind deeply to drag my clit along the long strokes of his soaked cock.

  “Do you want me to breed your little cunt? You’re getting tighter, little Chloe. You dirty girl, you want to feel my cum filling you? Be a good girl and take it.”

  Damon growls, I hear the tenderness in his voice that doesn’t match the primal hunger in his green eyes. It glows like an emerald gem with desire nipping at my clit, I bring my hand down and graze the hard nub. It’s sticky and warm, I play with my clit with a dirty blush on my cheeks as he stares at our joining with unwavering interest.

  I fist the sheets with my free hand, circling my clit in harsh rubs as my inexperience is guided by the pleasure. I follow what feels good and I’m toppling over the edge so fast that I don’t have the time to be ready when he delivers a balls-deep thrust.

  He stays still with his cock sheathing inside, my pulsing walls soaks messily on his length. Damon intends on feeling everything from my orgasm; the violent ripples of my walls, the tightening around his girth from tip to base, and the filthy quivers of my folds grasping the base of his cock.

  As the shivers and tremors die down and my eyes clear from haziness, I blink rapidly at his features. His hair tossed messily with his glowing green eyes peering down at me with fondness and dare I say, love.

  My leg gets a place on his broad shoulder while he pins my other leg on the bed, it’s embarrassingly wide as I feel a stinging sensation of my small slits being pulled taut. He bottoms out and slams himself to the hilt, a sob gets wrung out of my sore throat.

  His powerful hips rise, diving in and out of my cunt with slick squelches coming from his savage hammering. I squeal at this new determination behind his eyes, I rock to his massive girth as it nudges my special spot and hits my cervix with brutal taps that I could feel the tenderness that sparks a wave of pain.

  I mewl, drunk on the tight fit. My fingers edge to my clit and try to experience another orgasm. It’s sensitive and sore while I yelp with a wince. It’s aching, throwing my thoughts to the gutter as he turns me into his little sex toy.

  My other hand releases the sheets and grasps my bouncing tit, pinching my hard nipple and that thrill shoots to my clit as I roll both sensitive nubs.

  I’m wailing and shaking, digging my nails into the creaminess of my breast while my finger rolls harder on my clit.

  “Fuck, you’re killing me, little Chloe.” Damon hisses between his teeth, I cry his name with a slur.

  “How does it feel?” he asks, licking his lips and I suddenly want to crash our lips together.

  “You feel so good. So tight, fucking beautiful, you’re soaked.” he purrs, his eyes take on a sinister darkness. “This soft little pussy belongs to me. Say it, tell me how much you love it.”

  My hazy mind bathes in his words, his velvety tone sings with my blood that’s erratically pumping in my ears.

  “You’re so big,” I hum, squeezing for emphasis as a shiver wreck my body. “I can feel you so deep, please fill me. Please cum in me, it’s yours. It feels good, I love it. I’m yours. Yours, I love you.”

  It takes a moment for me to catch what I said but it’s too late, Damon growls loudly. He jerks his hip back and shoves his cock inside with a ravaging thrust, fucking me into the bed with fervor as the vein on his cock grates harshly on my clenching walls.

  “Give yourself to me, be mine. I can take care of you, little Chloe. Say it, beautiful. Say you’re mine. I’ll be yours, now and forever.” Damon’s fingers pinch my soft thighs, leaning in as his body forces my leg to fold to my chest when he dives in for a kiss.

  “I want to be yours.” I hiccup, murmuring my confession to his lips as he swallows my whimpers.

  The coil in my belly snaps again and he doesn’t consider holding back, euphoria takes over my brain as my back surges while I slam my teeth to my bottom lip to muffle a scream. White flashes snap at my vision, blood turning molten liq
uid as I don’t register the neediness behind his shallow plunges.

  My nails find a surface to dig into and it happens to be his arm, I scratch his skin and the tremors in my hands shake even harder at his kiss. His pants puff over my lips as our tongues curled around each other, so intimate that my heart soars higher than the blood in my ears.

  His hard shaft is tunneling into me without a hesitant beat, I don’t think I can handle another mind-blowing orgasm, but he believes I can through his resolve.

  We’re lost in a world of ecstasy and carnal want through sweaty bodies and filthy fluids smearing on my inner thighs, my eyes roll to the back of my head as his hand go from crushing my thigh to the bed to squeezing my clit between his fingers.

  I writhe and scream, it hurts so good.

  He ignores my hesitant gasps, alternating between tortuous pats and cruel scrapes on my sodden button. He takes the soiled fingers and slips them onto my tongue and I suck like an obedient little kitten with little laps and suckles.

  The taste of our combined juices throws me another small orgasm, shivers and goosebumps rising in the wake of burning desire.

  He continues to fuck, fuck, fuck through my sensitive pussy.

  “Fuck!” he roars, toppling over with a hand supporting over my head as he drives his hips with full force to sink each thrust balls-deep to the point that it pummels my cervix roughly.

  He sneers with clenched teeth, laying his forehead on mine as he grunts in exertion. It’s a rumbling growl that signals his orgasm, his hips shudder as he squishes his full length inside.

  Damon comes with a guttural roar, warm strings of his cum pouring inside my walls as my quivering folds seal the hole that would be gaping if he pulls out.

  My twitching cunt is tender, stuffed full of thick creamy cum spraying heavily in me.

  Overstimulated, tired, and satisfied with my bones melting like honey. I moan blissfully when his weight drops on me, my thighs flop uselessly to the side of his waist as he pushes his nose to my neck.

  He probably shouldn’t sniff me, I’m sweaty and most likely stinky, but I don’t think he cares because he’s licking my warm neck. I know what’s coming and I’m prepared for it as his teeth clamp down on the flesh, that doesn’t mean I can’t squeak though.