Friday Clubbing

He didn't pause at all, just kept thrusting into me hard. I gripped his back hard, my nails digging into his skin. I had no doubt in my mind if his skin wasn't dark, he'd be bruised dark blue tomorrow. Though I knew he could bruise, I knew you couldn't really tell he was bruised, unlike me.

He gripped my hips in his hands hard, and fucked me hard. His grip never loosened on my hips, and I knew he'd leave bruises. I wanted him to.

I wanted the bruises. I probably will have bruises on my back from him pushing me into the wall at the club, and then on my chest from the painful little bites and then the marks on my hips from him gripping them painfully hard as he thrusted into my willing and needy body.

He brought one hand up to my throat and wrapped it around my neck, cutting off my air slightly. The struggle of breathing had me gasping as he thrusted into me. His dick pushed against my prostate, he was driving me insane. I couldn't help but scream out as he continued using me.

His body was so hard, his hand was so tight, but it felt so damn good against my neck.

The pain from how hard he thrusted into me, from the lack of air, and the pain of my dick that was red and aching between us, had me needier than I ever thought I could be. I was moaning and whimpering, my body hurt but at the same time, I couldn't stop myself from moving against him.

He let me catch my breath for a moment, before he wrapped his hand around my throat again. The lack of oxygen to my brain was driving my senses crazy, and I felt myself arch, my body over sensitive.

"P-please..." I whined, and he shook his head no.

"Don't you dare cum until I tell you to." He commanded, and I whimpered, nodded, and tried to focus on keeping myself from cumming.

He pulled out of me, and then turned me onto my side, and pulled my leg up, and pushed into my body again. At this angle, he was hitting my prostate head on, and I couldn't stop gasping. He wrapped his hand around my throat again, and pounded into me, his other hand gripped my side hard and strong, making me feel weak, vulnerable... oh god...

"D-Damien please... more..." I whimpered, looking up at him with hooded eyes. "Deeper!!" I cried, and he smirked and went harder, deeper, and I couldn't help but let out a loud cry of pleasure.

His dick was so big, and it was hitting me in so many places, he had me so hazy, and so, so needy. His dick was hitting places no one had ever hit before, and was stretching me in ways that I'd never been stretched. My body was weak, but even though I could barely keep my eyes open, I was opening my mouth, crying out for more, begging for more.

I couldn't help but cry, the tears coming down my face, and my dick was absolutely pulsing, red, and painful, but I couldn't stop holding on. I had to keep from cumming. I couldn't cum until he told me to.

"D-Damienkkk..." I moaned, feeling everything in my body tense up. "Please... oh god please..." I whined, and I gripped his bicep in my hand, digging my nails in deep as I almost lost control. "Oh my god..." I whimpered, and I couldn't help but let out a desperate cry of need.

"Cum pretty boy... cum now." he commanded me, and I felt my entire body tense. My forth orgasm washed over me like a tidal wave, making me arch forward, and I screamed loudly.

"D-Dereekkkkkkkk!" I screamed my body tightening as I sprayed cum all over my chest and the blankets in front of me.

Damien didn't stop moving, he just kept moving inside of me. My entire body was drained but I felt him inside me. My eyes were struggling to stay open, but I couldn't close them. I have to make him feel the same way I do right now.

I wiggled my body against his, making him go deeper. "Fuck, pretty boy..." Damien moaned, and I moaned softly. All I had in me was quiet moans.

A few seconds later, I felt Damien tense, and then I felt him cum inside me. I moaned, feeling how amazing it felt to be full of him, of his cum, feeling his warm body heating me from behind.

I let out a whimper when he pulled out of me. I immediately missed his body being inside mine. I missed feeling close to him.

My body was shaking. The light from the room was bright, too bright. My body was sensitive, way, way too sensitive. I couldn't move, or speak. Everything was just so much more... more what, though?

My entire English vocabulary had been stolen from me. I bit my lip and laid still.

Damien softly moved me over onto my back, and held me close to him. Feeling his warmth sinking into my body easily, it had me feeling safe, comfortable.

"Sweetheart, how do you feel?" he asked me softly, and I nodded.

"G-good..." I mumbled my throat sore.

He smiled softly, and I blushed brightly as what just happened flashed before my eyes. Damien Ricci just fucked me. He just completely dominated me, took me... oh my god...

He pulled me closer, and I rested my head on his shoulder. I didn't know that I'd ever get this chance, I didn't think that I'd be able to ever feel this. My eyes closed, and I felt my body sink into the blissful land of sleep.

For the first time in forever I slept all night long.