Transmigrated: The Lycan King's Pet-Chapter 340 Pleasure

Notice!!!: This Chapter contains explicit content. [18+ only]

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A moan tore from my throat the moment his length slid inside me, my eyes closed involuntarily. Damon groaned underneath me. I remained in that position, letting my body adjust to his size, which filled up every corner inside me.

"Are you okay?" His hoarse and whiskey voice brushed my ears.

"I’m fine," I muttered under my breath, pushing down the lump in my throat, when my eyes fluttered open, my lashes were already wet with tears, my eyes misty.

"Are you sure?" He asked again, his eyes flickering with concern.

I nodded my head. Feeling a little better, I began to move up and down slowly, trying to bite back my moan.

"Damn, you feel so good, Jasmine." He muttered in a hoarse voice like a prayer.

"I know." I threw my head back and continued riding him. After my body had fully adjusted to him, I increased the pace a bit, teasing him with every movement.

I leaned closer to him, kissing his neck, leaving red angry marks as my signature. Every thrust made us shudder, its slow pace giving us time to process the feeling.

The slow sound of flesh slapping together filled the room.

"Can you go a little faster?" Damon begged.

"Why? You don’t like it like this?" I teased him with a kiss.

"You are going to regret this." He muttered under his breath like a promise.

"Oh, make me." I flipped my head backward, with a smug.

Suddenly, the room tilted, and the next thing I felt was the soft mattress deepening under my weight, my yelp echoing through the room... and Damon was on top of me.

’What the heck just happened?’

My eyes opened wide, round as the moon... ’How did he break my rope?’ I turned to my side only to find the treacherous rope broken on the floor.

"Now, now, what do we have here?" His eyes shone with amusement but his tone was sinister.

"Damon..."

"Shhhhh." he pressed his finger on my lips, raising one of my legs, placing it on his shoulder, and spreading the other wide, bending it to a 60-degree angle. He shifted most of the weight to the leg resting on the bed in a way that it relaxed perfectly. Then, his big little brother slowly slid into me, he leaned closer to me, parting my lips open with his thumb.

A moan tore from my lips, my eyes misty with surprise.

"You have had your turn, now it’s mine." He growled, as he kneaded one of my breasts.

He began thrusting into me slowly, his frame towered over me, then he leaned back, his knees dug into the mattress, as he moved his waist back and forth.

I admit that this was better than when I was in control. Soon, my moan echoed through the room like music. No matter how I tried to hold it back, the bastard would only go harder so I could moan.

"Oh, Damon." I cried.

"Don’t worry, we are only getting started." Then, he thrust deeper inside me, making me squirm and shudder under him. My stomach clenched tightly, as he slammed into me.

His pace got faster than before, the slapping sound of him against me became louder, his grunt and groans filled the room along with moans.

"Fuck." I cried.

Then he tossed the pillow aside, pushing me down on my back, and then he pushed both of my legs to my chest.

"Damon, are you trying to break me into two?" My voice cracked, and hoarse from the pleasure and moaning.

"You won’t break, you have enough flesh now." He teased, pecking my lips before pulling back.

I slapped his chest in annoyance. How dare he make a jest of me? But it only earned him a chuckle, low and velvety to the ear. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

"Hold on my love, if you can’t handle it just say Enough, okay?" His eyes drooped as he trailed his finger around my clits.

Raising my waist slightly, he leaned forward kissing my clits, before running his tongue over them. My body shuddered as pleasure built up inside me. I moaned, wriggling under his skillful performance.

His tongue struck and pulled, flickering so fast that my fingers dug into my flesh as I held them down to my chest.

The pleasure built so much that I could not hold it anymore, "Damon!" I screamed, but his movement became faster, eating me whole.

"Ahhhh."

My body tensed up, it trembled, shuddering as I released, my heart pounded in my ears, making me see stars.

I let out a deep breath of satisfaction, but the puppeteer wasn’t done with the play yet.

He kissed me down there one last time, before raising his head to look at me. "I told you I’ll suck you dry, while making you cum." He smirked.

’At this point, I can call you daddy, that was so damn good.’

"It felt so good... Ahhh..." Before I could finish my words, he thrust inside me again while on his knees. He groped my cheek butt, smacking it, before caressing it again.

I moaned, the position made me feel every inch of him inside me making it easier for me to take almost all his length, every thrust almost made me lose my sanity, and my legs trembled, from how deep he was going.

His slow movement turned a little faster, making me cry louder. Then, after a couple of minutes, my body got used to his pace, then he went faster again slamming inside me furiously.

My thoughts fumbled into a mess. I didn’t know whether to cry, moan, or scream, but my voice echoed in the room like a broken tape. My nails pressed deeper against my leg, as the sensation drove me to the very edge of my mind.

Heat pooled in between my legs, making every thrust sweeter and crazier.

I couldn’t breathe from how merciless he was going, as if he noticed it, he slowed down his pace to a single thrust at a time, pushing all his length inside me. I got the time to breathe, but it was stolen by the next thrust.

He pressed himself into me, and I couldn’t help but cry in pleasure.

"So beautiful," He muttered as he began to increase the pace again.