The Contract

Chapter 32

Donovan's hot breath hits my neck from behind as he pounds into me countless times, each thrust stronger than the last.

How many hours have we been in this position? Two? no...Three hours?

My head feels heavy as moan out loudly from climaxing, again, as Donovan slaps my ass for the hundredth time tonight, leaving me hot and sore with every slap, also driving me even more hungry for him.

Donovan showed me no mercy in the bedroom and I can honestly say he is too much man for me, his hold on me never loosened, his thrust never slowed, his eyes never left mine, and he always did everything to assure me that this was real and that he was here and he loved me.

How did I end up here... with this man with a killer body and a perfectly handsome face, sweet baritone voice that makes my toes curl, and his magic hands... oh god those hands, the way he touches me, it's nothing I've ever felt before.

My manhood was sore, and I didn't think I had anything left inside anymore, I've lost count of how many times I've reached my limit, and Donovan...... he only released twice, once in the car and once an hour ago, leaving me completely defeated by this monster of a man.

Donovan picks up the speed as he pounds me from behind, slapping my ass hard, making a loud echo from his hand connecting with my bare bottom, making my world turn upside down with each passing thrust of his monster manhood going in and out of me.

He's close, I can feel that he's close, I can feel him grow larger inside of me, as if it was even possible, given how large he already was.

"Fuck." He hisses out, before pulling his large cock from my ass and cumming all over it.

I collapse on the bed, breathing heavily as my heart pounds in my ears, feeling like I've just gone for a 100-mile run without stopping, as Donovan's hot thick sperm hits the back of my ass, and back.

Donovan collapses next to me, his chest rising heavily as he tries and catches his breath alongside me, his chiseled chest drenched in sweat from our lovemaking and bite marks from where I've marked him with my teeth.

He turns and faces me, a sexy smile resting on his beautiful plump lips as his eyes meet mine, they're sparkling with amusement, like what he's seeing is something to be proud of.

"I'm done." I groan out, my limbs aching and my ass burning.

Laughing huskily, Donovan leans on his arm. "Really? But you look like a guy who could go another round."

My eyes almost pop out of my skull as I try and lift myself up with shaking hands whilst glaring at him.

"In your fucking dreams." I snort out, sitting up on my knees. 

"If you knew the things I did to you in my dreams, you'd never be able to walk, Evan."

Just like that, a pang in my heart makes me want him again, just because of some filthy dirty words he says to me.

"Shut up." I say embarrassed. "Haven't you had enough? Are you trying to seriously kill me with that thing?" I hint towards his still erect large penis.

He chuckles deeply as his other hand strokes his large length, his eyes looking at me like I'm his prey, making me almost fall off the bed on my ass as I try and stand up, to get anywhere other than this bed, away from Donovan Steele.

Shower... yeah, shower sounds good.

Getting up from his large bed, I finally see where the hell I am, and where I was in his bedroom, and holy shit if I didn't love it, the view alone almost made me wish I lived here with him, it was beautiful.