Damar's emerald eyes were devoid of emotions and all that was left was the cold lust he felt in the heat of the moment.
His instincts had taken over, and there was no sign of the kind and gentle husband I knew.
It scared me.
And then, he thrust both his dicks deep inside me, deeper than I had planned.
Nothing ever goes as planned when it comes to intercourse, it seems.
My back arched and my body dropped on him, trembling. It was too deep. Too much.
If he continued like this, I wasn't sure I would be able to handle it.
Then, Noah came. He pushed Damar's shoulder down.
"You're too hyped up. Relax." He said but Damar didn't listen. He couldn't.
He repeated the action a few more times, leaving me gasping for air and ready to reach orgasm once again.
Moans flew out of my mouth in waves, my eyes rolled back, and saliva dripped down the corner of my mouth. I was losing myself to the feeling of lust once again.
