Note: This is a very short story that goes back in time, between chapters 2 and 3. Also, I always appreciate feedback but sadly I will probably not be able to read any for this story for a while because I'm moving today and will have very limited internet access, which is also why it's unlikely I will write more for a very long time, if at all. But I hope you enjoy this story. Peace and love be with all of you eternally.
I had been living with Damon since our first night together a week before this. It was Friday night and though we didn't talk about it, we both knew we were gonna be staying up all night fucking. I got home in the late afternoon and found Damon washing off after a long day working at the gym. He was facing the wall of the big open shower with clear doors.
I got undressed and quietly opened the door, stepping inside and wrapping my arms around his stomach from behind. He turned around with a big smile and held me to his wet hard body.
"What's up, baby," he said before taking my mouth with his tongue, his hands already possessively grabbing my body, a particular focus on my ass. Once he broke the kiss I went straight to worshiping his buff chest, moaning as I pressed my lips to each meaty pec muscle and then sucking on his small hard nips. I already knew how much Damon enjoyed how I loved the muscles he worked so hard on. Normally I might have attended his strong biceps and sexy armpits too but I was so eager for his dick I couldn't wait.
I kissed down his body, keeping my eyes on Damon's as I dropped to my knees in front of him, wasting no time in taking his balls into my mouth. He moaned with approval as he stared down at me with appreciation for my loving adoration. I held on to his muscled buns and the back of his thighs and one at a time I kissed and bathed each ball in my mouth.
My sexy black stud lover moaned with pleasure as he grabbed a fist full of my hair and pulled my mouth up to his hot black cock staring me in the face. Never one to keep my man waiting, I quickly began licking and kissing the head of his dick. Still looking up at him submissively, I could see in his eyes I was bringing him great pleasure, the thought of which brought my own erection to full attention between my legs.
"Yeah, suck my dick, bitch," Damon ordered while pushing me back against the tile wall of the shower. He hadn't called me a bitch before but there was no arguing with it; I obviously was exactly that, but at the time it still felt more than a little bit degrading. Without any warning he began roughly dicking my throat as he stood tall above me. He held the sides of my head as he slowly yet aggressively pumped my throat with his thick member. He was not rapidly thrusting but he allowed me no time to adjust as he used my windpipe to massage his fat cock. Soon I was running out of breath but Damon was taking even more pleasure in my discomfort, and somehow it excited me even more to be used like this.
I could feel his ass flexing in my hands and I watched his torso muscles bulge as he began to fuck my throat faster but soon he was at the edge and forced himself to stop before cumming. Damon pulled out of my mouth, finally allowing me to gasp for breath. When I looked back up at him he was smiling, showing off his perfect teeth, as he began smacking my face with his heavy dick. I whimpered a little, confused at how he was treating me so roughly, but also very excited by it.
Damon grabbed me by the hair again and pulled me to my feet in front of him but still pressing me against the wall. He took my chin in his hand and forced his tongue into my mouth again, kissing me roughly as I held onto his body and moaned for more.
