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Imagine Dame and his gf sitting in the living room of their house (kind of like the one in C3). Dame is sitting back, slouched down in a man spread while gf straddles his lap, doing his skincare. his eyes are closed and his head is resting on the back of the couch while gf massages serums and oils into his face. his eyes open slowly, intensely searching gfs until he finally speaks. “baby?” gf hums in response, focused on cleansing his skin. his fingers snuck their way up the back of her oversized shirt, gripping her hips lightly. “i can feel you throbbing on me.”
“What?”
She’s pulled from her daze. She’d just finished massaging the serum into his skin when he said that. She’d heard him, but it had caught her off guard truthfully. What can she say? She is throbbing.
For one, the choice of wearing just panties beneath Dame’s charcoal gray henley that fit her like a dress was a purposeful choice. He was just in a pair of boxers, and she loved close contact with him. Straddling him in his favorite lazy boy was her favorite thing to do. And he has some nerve! She could feel his growing erection pulsate the entire time!
“I said, I can feel you throbbing on my dick.”
Dame chuckles, adjusting his hips and placing his hands on the sides of her waist. He held her there gently and it sent butterflies throughout her body.
“It’s your fault, you know. And don’t act like you weren’t just bouncing your dick against me!”
Dame teasingly opens one eye to peek at her. She drags her fingers along the scruff of his facial hair before playfully smacking his pecs.
“All finished—Dame!”
He’s double cuffing her ass to keep her still.
“No, ma’am. You stay put.”
“Why should I?”
Dame’s eyes went to the ceiling and he twisted his puffy lips as if deep in thought.
“Because you still gotta take care of me.”
Head back, and eyes on her, Dame smirks.
She rolls her eyes but has no intentions of getting up.
“And what do I get in return?” She questioned.
“Yo’ pussy ate.”
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How do dame eat 😺 ????
Foreplay is honesty his favorite thing about sex.
After spending time kissing you, caressing your body over your clothes, whispering in your ear, and giving you lots of nipple play, he’s ready to see what that pussy is looking like.
The more he works you up, the better the mess. You’re on your back, and he’s kissing you almost feather-like across your lower belly, also dipping his tongue in your navel. Eye contact is another must for him. With his eyes still connected with yours, he goes lower, kissing the tops of your thighs and down to your feet. Damion situates himself between your legs and then takes each leg and nibbles and kisses.
He does this all the way up until he reaches your inner thighs. Now that he’s there, he can see your hips tilting up towards his mouth, silently begging him to taste you now. Damion has your legs pushed up and he’s holding you by the back of your calves, your hips lifting from the bed. Now, Damion is kissing and sucking on your ass cheeks and you start to wiggle because it feels so good and if only he was doing that on your clit.
His tongue swiped the seam of your ass and you moan. Now, he’s licking just below your pussy and now you’re becoming vocal.
“Damion…please…stop teasing me,” You beg.
He chuckles and then he spreads your thighs. Damion is now looking up at you while laying flat on his abdomen. His lips look moist and his eyes are taking you in deeply. His face is inches away from your pussy.
“I’m not tryna tease you, baby, I’m just working you up, that’s all,” Damion smiles.
His eyes finally take in your pussy. It’s soaked and practically leaking. With his fingers, he spreads your lips and that sound he loves makes him grunt. The sound close to mac and cheese stirring in the pot. Wet and gushy.
“You see how wet you are down here?” Damion asks.
“Yes,” you bite your lip.
“This is what I want. More for me to taste,” Damion put his whole mouth over your pussy and started slurping away like your pussy was a peach overflowing with juices.
You moan loudly and grab onto the back of Damion’s head. He’s using the flat part of his tongue and his lips at the same time. Whenever he gets to your clit, he’ll pinch it with his full lips and suck it gently while the tip of his tongue wiggled. Your knees buckled causing your thighs to clamp down on Damion’s head.
*pops your inner thigh* “keep your legs open.”
He inserted his middle finger, thrusting it in and out of your while working his entire mouth over your folds. Spit and your lubricant soak the sheets beneath you. Damion is fueled by your cries of ecstasy and seeing your back arch from the bed.
Damion folds you in half, your lower body lifted from the bed, his large hands cuffing your ass, and his mouth on your pussy. At this point, you can do nothing but moan, say his name, and take it because he has you locked down with nowhere to run.
“Dame! Dame! I’m gonna cum!”
Damion brings your hips back down to the bed and then he uses the tip of his expert tongue to flick your clit. He knew that this would send you over the edge. You have both of your hands on the back of his head how, your body quivering as you become consumed with overwhelming pleasure.
“Cum in my mouth,” Damion commands.
His words opened the flood gates and you released into his mouth. Damion didn’t miss one drop. It took for you to push his head away to make him stop. Damion finally sat up and he licked his lips. His face, neck, and chest was covered in your juices. Damion climbed over you and bent down for a kiss. The taste of yourself on his tongue turned up the heat.
Damion broke the kiss, “you think you can handle getting that pussy ate from the back now?”
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what would Dames reaction be to gf getting nervous under his stare?
You sat across from him at Perch Rooftop bar in LA. It’s the night time, and the embers of the fire in the pit between you two caused your skin to glow orange. It’s a chill vibe, lots of young people mingling and drinking. You introduced Damion to sushi for the first time and he enjoyed it. One of many things scratched off of his list to try since getting out of prison. Dame wore a charcoal gray beanie with a crisp white T-shirt, denim jacket, and khaki cargo joggers with air force 1s on his feet. A single gold chain decorated his neck and he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you, not even when the waiter came over to ask if you needed anything else.
You crossed your legs and noticed your dress had ridden up. You reached to fix it but Dame’s hand beat you to it. You tuck your chin bashfully and thank him. Looking up at him through your lashes, you smirk at how openly he admired you. He sat back with one arm draped over the back of the lounge seat across from you and his legs swinging back and forth. His lips were pouty, full, and moist like you loved and his hands were big and strong. You’d only seen him shirtless on TV and you desperately needed to see it in person. He was damn near bursting out of that denim jacket.
“You look nervous, everything okay?” Dame asked with concern.
“I’m good,” You smile, “You just…keep staring at me.”
You uncross your legs and place your hands in your lap. You look away from his penetrating stare to the bar.
“Why not?” He questioned appearing genuinely curious.
“It’s intense, that’s all.”
Dame cocked his head to the side and chuckles.
“What you expect me to do?”
You meet his eyes again. He isn’t letting up.
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’d ever laid my eyes on.”
His voice and the way he said that made you melt. You adjust yourself in your seat and fight the urge to blush under his gaze. He’s not supposed to see you sweat.
“And I want you to know that. I don’t care about this shit around me, I just wanna look at you all night.”
Your eyes lower to your feet. This is a challenge you are failing miserably.
“Ma? Baby girl?”
You look up again.
“You ain’t gotta be nervous wit’ me, baby.”
“Okay,” you replied with a soft spoken voice.
“Why I make you nervous?”
You shift your hips, “the way you carry yourself.”
“That intimidate you?” Dame questions with an arched brow.
“A little,” you inspect your nails to avoid looking at him, “But thats a good thing…means I like you.”
Dame smiles wide. He finally looks away and out at the city, giving you some room to finally breathe.
“Glad I’m doing sum’ right,” Dame scratches his stubble, “because I really really like you too. I mean that.”
You finally allow him to see you blush and he’s back to staring at you like you’re heaven sent.
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Dammee and shower sex ???
Nervous? Fraidy cat? Shy?
You could be one or a combination of the three.
He wants you. He told you this many times. Too many to keep count. And you want him too. You both just had an intense make-out session on his couch and the way he pulled you over his lap…the way his hands snaked up your waist…how he would shift his hips beneath you to hide his erection…how he took his time to kiss you…
“I need a shower.”
You blurted that out and climbed off of him. His fingertips tried to secure your waist but you where already walking up the stairs to his condo, finding his bathroom with ease. You cracked the door and stood at his luxe sink. Your eyes scanned the bathroom. Black marble: it’s beautiful, it’s elegant, it’s visually arresting. If you’re looking to add a little luxury, and a little drama, to your new bathroom, then black marble is the right choice. You look at your reflection and began to undress.
All you need is a nice hot shower —not too hot —and you’ll be ready for whatever happens next. He has a corner steam shower which is impressive, something you’d never seen before. Naked, braids in a bun, you climb in and close the glass door behind you. He has wall mounted body washes so you chose a coconut and vanilla scented one. You grab a folded African exfoliating sponge and lather it up. As you scrub your body, you can’t explain why the nervous feeling in your stomach wouldn’t go away.
After rinsing your body, you hear the glass shower door slide open and when you look over your shoulder, Damion is standing there, a black cotton towel wrapped loosely around his tapered waistline. You can’t hide, you’re exposed for him to see. Damion drinks you in slowly. You wait for him to speak, heart hammering in your chest. This wasn’t what you were expecting. But you can’t deny that it’s what you want. If it had to be in the shower, so be it.
Damion removed his towel with one hand and your eyes fell like a moth to a flame directly on his dick. You couldn’t tell because of how thick and fluffy the towel was, but he is hard and leaking pre-cum. And you thought the veins in his arms were intimidating. It’s nothing compared to the veins engorged beneath the sepia flesh of his thick shaft. This man is big everywhere. The V-cut to thigh ratio had you bracing yourself against the shower wall. His skin was flawless; unblemished. The gold chain around his neck with a circular pendant sat between his pecs.
“Hi.” He said, stepping into the shower and sliding the door gently shut behind him.
“Hi.” You respond.
He crowds you, your back hitting the shower wall. You’re looking up at him through your lashes, and he’s looking down at you with no intention of letting you out of his sight.
“I figured I could use a shower too. You don’t mind, do you?”
His deep voice sent shivers up your spine despite the heat of the filtered water.
“N–no.”
Your eyes drop to his chest. Beads of water covered his skin like splattered paint on a canvas. It was beautiful.
“Love,” Damion tilted your chin, “I’m tired of waiting.”
Your eyelids flutter and your lips part.
“…Can I have you?”
He planted his hands on the wall on either side of your head. Dipping his head lower, he started kissing your neck. Your head falls to the side to give him better access.
“Is that a yes?”
You nod your head.
“Words, baby girl.”
“Yes.”
Damion crashed his lips onto yours and as you kissed his hands explores. He’s squeezing your breasts, cuffing your ass, and fingering your pussy. Impatient, Damion brings one of your legs up, gets down on his knees, and starts eating your pussy. You brace yourself on a railing in the shower, afraid you’d fall from this awkward position. Damion had you and you were able to enjoy the pleasure he was giving you. Water fell over his body and it didn’t stop him from devouring you. He forced your thigh back and it smacked into the shower wall.
“Dame!” You moaned his name.
Your braids had fallen out of its bun at this point. You were about to climax in his mouth. With one final cry, you release into his mouth and he hums with approval.
“Good girl that’s what I like,” Damion is back on his feet now, “You know what else I like?”
“What’s that?”
You’re trying to catch your breath and him sucking on your nipples back and forth wasn’t helping. He finally stopped to look at you. You break eye contact to stare at his dick that keeps poking you in the thigh from it bouncing.
“I can’t help it,” Damion smiles at you.
You wrap your hands around his girth and Damion groans. He groaned like he’d waited his entire life for you to do that. Without a word, you’re on your knees, kissing his tip while stroking his shaft. It’s not like you hadn’t sucked dick before, you just hadn’t done it in a long time.
“Show me how you suck dick, baby,” Damion commanded.
One hand stroking, the other full of nuts, you suck him off and make sure it’s sloppy. Damion’s hands are on the wall and he’s looking down at you. He’s coaching you, talking nasty about how pretty you look with a big dick in your mouth. He says he likes the sounds your throat makes when you try to fit it all in. He says your hand is soft cradling his balls. He couldn’t wait to cum in your mouth.
“Fuuuck, baby,” Damion has one hand in your braids, gripping it tightly in his fist, “Damn.”
First time in a while tasting cum and it was great.
“C’mere,” Damion brings you to your feet and tongues you down, “Now, I’m taking that pussy. I’ve been waiting for this shit.”
He picks you up and while staring you in the eyes he finds your opening and glides himself in with his hips. You open up for him, sure, but it wasn’t easy. Damion can feel your legs tightening so he hooked his arms under your knees firmly and locked you in place. There is a ledge on the shower wall that Damion placed you on and before your ass could touch the ledge he was pumping his hips to feed your pussy hard dick.
“Unh! Dame! Wait! Wait,” you push at his chest, “Oh my god—”
You can’t believe how wet you are. You can’t believe how BIG he is.
“Keep that pussy open,” Damion said.
He had enough of you moving. He picks you up and worked his dick in and out of you with nowhere to run. The collision of your skin-to-skin contact bounced off of the walls. Damion fucked you like he’d been waiting his entire life for this moment. Like he lost sleep over the thought of fucking you. All of his wants and needs were being fed. And he was a glutton.
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That ask about Dame and Adonis eating you out at the same time is so 🤤 imagine one day they got into an argument on who does it the best and who’s better to ask than you right? The problem is you can’t decide so they lay you down on the bed taking turns eating you out back to back (but not without them shoving each other out of the way when one thinks the other is being greedy)
“Donnie,” Damion folds his arms, his muscles flexing, “you know I put it down better. Who had her running last time when I was eating the kat? Me,” Damion boasted, “It’s always been me.”
Adonis stood across from Damion, eyes sharp as he stared him down.
“Nothing to say, Donnie? You had so much to say earlier,” Damion laughed, “if we’re being honest, I put my name on that pussy with my tongue. Shit is mines, I’m just being nice and lettin’ you have a taste.”
“You done?” Adonis walked over to Damion with a bop in his step like he wanted to square up, “Because if I’m not mistaken, wasn’t it me that had her crying when I was tongue deep in that pussy?”
Damion clenched his jaw and gave Adonis a sly smirk.
“Hmm, you remember that, right? She squirted allllllllll over me,” Adonis lowered his voice dangerously, “And then I flipped her over and ate it from the back. She was begging for me to keep going that night, not once did she call for you.”
Damion waved Adonis away and turned to finish his drink. Adonis was still in his ear taunting him.
“Donnie, Donnie, please don’t stop,”
Damion cut his eyes at Adonis.
“Mmhm, yeah…and I didn’t stop.”
Damion shoulder checked Adonis while walking away. Adonis laughs, rolling his shoulder before picking up his own drink to finish.
“Check this out, bruh, How about we go ask her and see what she says? Ain’t no use in arguing about it. Only way we’ll know is if we ask the lady herself.”
Adonis mulled it over, arching a single brow while deep in thought.
“Aye,” Damion took his place next to Adonis in their man cave, “All we gotta do is ask. I already know what she’ll say, but if it’ll pick your bruised ego up off the floor, why not?”
“Shut the fuck up,” Adonis shakes his head, knocking back the last drop of Hennessy, “Bet. We ask her. Ain’t no way she’ll say you. After the morning head I gave her, she’ll be thinking about me and only be, BRUH.”
“Let’s go then,” Damion pat Adonis on his back roughly, “Put that glass down. She right upstairs taking a bubble bath.”
“I know where she is, nigga.”
Both men stroll out of the basement and climb the stairs two at a time. They would shove each other as they ascended the stairs to the master bathroom, trying to be the first to enter like it was some kind of race. As they entered their room, they could see straight into the bathroom and there she was, sitting in the jacuzzi tub with bubbles covering her body from the chest down. She had one leg draped over the side of the tub and she was nursing a glass of red wine in her hand. Adonis and Damion shoved into the bathroom at the same time and she looked up at them both, confusion written all over her face.
“Hey,” She sat up, breasts coming out of hiding and looking delectable covered in soap and water, “Everything okay?”
Adonis was spaced out, staring at her breasts with his mouth hanging open. Damion tapped him on the chest and he came back to the present.
“It’s all good, just came to get your opinion on something me and Adonis were debating about,” Damion’s eyes fell to her chest as well and then he looked up at her face, “Ain’t that right, D?”
“Yeah. We need to ask you a question, baby girl. You can be honest with us, okay? No need to lie.”
She scrunched her face, “What would I need to lie about?”
Adonis and Damion shared a look with each other. Damion has his arms crossed, rocking back and forth on his heels and Adonis has his hands in the pockets of his black joggers, shoulder shrugged.
“Fuck it,” Adonis blurted out, “Which one of us eat your pussy the best? Dame? or me?”
She looked from Adonis to Damion before bursting into a fit of giggles.
“What?! You serious?” She sat up in the tub.
“Yeah,” Damion said with a straight face, “Dead serious.”
“Just tell us,” Adonis said, “Which one of us takes the title as best pussy eater?”
The smile on her face disappeared when she realized both of them were deadly serious. Now, she was avoiding their eyes, mouth tightly sealed.
“Baby girl?” Damion said.
“Princess?” Adonis said.
She gave them a nervous shrug, “I—I don’t know. I mean…I—Damion you’re—Adonis you—”
Damion and Adonis glance at each other, seemingly impatient.
“Baby,” Adonis cocks his head to the side, “We both know the answer.”
“No, no. She knows what time it is, ain’t that right, beautiful?” Damion said.
She opened her mouth to speak but no words came out. Adonis blew out his breath and Damion threw his hands up.
“She’s just tryna be nice.” Damion said.
“Listen,” She finally spoke, “I really can’t answer that.”
“Why?” They both said in unison.
“I—I just,” She seemed to cower beneath their fierce gazes, “I can’t chose.”
Damion twisted his lips, stroking his stubble. Adonis scratched the back of his head, cutting his eyes at Damion. Damion felt his eyes on him and the moment they looked at each other, a light bulb seemed to go off.
“Well…why don’t we help you out?” Adonis nudged.
She looked up from her place in the tub at Adonis, then her eyes slowly landed on Damion who was staring at her.
“I don’t see why not. Maybe you need us to eat you out now to give you more of a perspective.”
She gripped the edge of the tub firmly.
“What do you think?” Adonis questioned.
“Nah, she want it. Look at her,” Damion smirks, “She making that little pouty face that she usually do when she horny.”
Adonis gave her a dimpled smile, “She definitely is,” he looked her up and down, “Grab her towel and I’ll help her out of the tub.”
Damion turned to grab her towel and Adonis walked up to the tub. She held her hands up and he picked her up swiftly, soapy water splashing and some of it landing in his body. He placed her on her feet and then he dragged his eyes up and down her glistening frame. The soap was rolling down her body and that pussy that he loved to taste was smooth and phat between her thighs.
Damion walked up to her and started drying her off. While he was focused on doing that, Adonis started kissing her neck, and then his hand ended up between her thighs to feel her pussy. Damion noticed and chuckled before shoving his hand out of the way. She was just standing there, looking at the both of them, trying to internally prepare herself for what these two men had in store for her. After Damion threw her over his shoulder, Adonis slapped her on the ass and followed behind them and into the bed room.
They didn’t even waste time, she was on her back in the middle of the bed and both of them were taking off their white beaters. Shirtless, chiseled, and looking undeniably sexy, both men crawled onto the bed and took their place at each side of her. Adonis had one thigh and Damion the other.
“Don’t hold back either,” Damion teased.
“Oh, I don’t plan on it. Less talk and more action.”
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Donnie gets requests too 😍 we can’t forgot about him!
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angry sex with DAAAAMEEEEEEE
Angry sex with Dame rarely ever makes it to the bed. He’s always bending you over some surface that’s within reach. And most times it’s from behind with one hand around your throat and the other gripping your arm or waist. His face is always pressed against the side of your face or in your hair and he’s breathing harshly. It’s relentless pounding over and over. He doesn’t say a word, only grunts, moans, and breaths rapidly. If you try to reach back and push at his hips, he’ll lock your wrists and sink deeper.
It’s almost always by surprise too. You never know when to prepare yourself when he pushes you down against the couch or the counter or the hood of his sports car. It feels good, but he’s giving it all and it’s too much. Back shots are always too much for you to handle, something you don’t proudly admit, and that’s why he chooses to take you from behind most of the time. He doesn’t stop when your cumming, he doesn’t stop when your cursing him out, saying things like, ‘I hate you!’ or ‘you get on my nerves!’ or ‘why are you doing this to me?’
“Damion…Damion…Damion!”
You moan his name on repeat, that one part of you angry with yourself for letting him get his way once again. When he finishes out, he likes you on your back with your legs spread wide and your knees to your ears. He locks you in that position, his hands on the back of your thighs squeezing so tightly it was almost painful. You can slap him, hit him in the chest, grab his neck, squeeze his forearms, it doesn’t matter. He concentrates all of his power into his hips and he’s pounding away and it’s too much. You’re always lost for words, out of breath, and too weak.
You can never look him in the eye. He’s staring at you with so much rage and desire. The sweat from his body is landing on you and he’s barbaric. When you cum; when your body seizes up, he’ll flick your clit and roll his hips. Still, he doesn’t say a word. When he’s finished with you, he enjoys covering you with his cum. That hungry part of you accepts it, and you show him just how much you like it by tasting it. He leaves you in whatever position he had you in last and walks away.
After showering and getting in bed, you both look at each other and he gets closer to you, going in for a kiss. You stare at him, the images of the way he angry fucked you playing over and over in your mind. When you should be pissed with him, you’re turned on. He caressed the bruise from his hand on your hip and then he kisses it. Anything this man does turns you on.
“I’m sorry,” He apologizes, “I didn’t mean to mark you up like that…”
He’d done it many times before, in the moment, it’s like he’s not in his body when he’s angry. You reassure him that it’s fine like you always do.
“I’m still mad at you though.” You admit.
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What about Dame /Donnie taking their girls virginity
Dame. You heard all the rumors. He’s hung, and he’s a beast between the sheets. Have the srpings of the bed going like the instrumental to Some Cut.
But you were scared. He didn’t look like he’d be too happy about you being a virgin. If you were being honest, you would have laughed at yourself for even thinking it was smart to save your box for Daddy Diamond Dame. You gotta be tweaking. But no, here you are, in his home.
He’s smooth, and he’s about what he says. You didn’t take his words lightly. After a drink or two he was ready to go and you were so nervous.
“Don’t be scared,” he’d say in the smoothest voice. All low and sexy.
You eventually get the courage and before you let him undress you, he presses a finger to your lips.
“Now…you’re mine. I’ve been wanting you for some time now. I got you and I need you to understand something…I’m not playing fair.”
You felt a shiver all over your body.
“I’m gon’ give you everything and I want you to be a good girl and take it, okay?”
You could only nod your head yes.
“Good girl…such a good girl.”
Naked, and after he gave you the best foreplay of your life. He’s coaching you on how to suck his dick.
“Easy baby. It ain’t goin nowhere, mamas. Relax your throat…relax…there it is…now take some more…good girl.”
He was rough but gentle. Apparently for your first time, you did okay. He stopped you before he could nut and instructed for you to lay on your back. This was it. It’s now or never. Your heart was beating so painfully in your chest. Legs quivering. Body shaking. It took for him to line the glans of his big dick up with your virgin opening before you stopped him with your hand.
“Dame, wait,” you spoke nervously and with a little whimper, “I should have told you…I–I–I’m a virgin.”
Dame doesn’t say a word. He just looks at you. His eyes are steady and unrelenting. You don’t know what to do but press your thighs together and shrink beneath him. He’s probably disgusted. Now, you’re rambling.
“I–I should have said something, IdontknowwhyIdidntsayanything, I–should go–you probably hate me–I’m so sorry—”
Dame pressed a finger to your lips to shush you. You could feel your eyes tearing up. You continue to talk despite his finger being there.
“I just really like you! I really really wanted this! I didn’t want it with anyone else! I didn’t think you would agree to it if I told you!—”
“Stop. Talking.”
His voice was firm. You shut your mouth and your eyes are frozen on his face. He’s staring at you with so much intensity it’s almost too much. He leans over your body, propped up on his hands, his gold chain dangling in your face. The feeling of it against your cheek caused your nipples to harden. One of his hands comes up to play in your hair and then he’s kissing you. You eventually fall into the kiss, closing your eyes and grabbing the sides of his face with shaky hands. Dame finally breaks the kiss and now he’s looking at you again.
“You’re so adorable.”
You snort a laughter and regret it. He laughs at your embarrassment.
“Nah, I’m serious. Listen…I don’t care about all that. You could have been honest with me. I really like you, girl. Being a virgin is not a hard pass. I feel…honored to be your first everything,” Dame tilts his head and squints at her, “I am your first everything, right?”
You roll your eyes and blush, “Yeah.”
“Hmm,” Dame twists his thick lips, looking you up and down, “Well…I guess I gotta go easy on you this time. But know this, I’m not letting up next time.”
Your eyes widened. Dame chuckled at your expression before pressing his lips against your sweaty temple.
“But you’ll love it,” He said, “I promise, you’ll love it.”
Once you calmed down enough, Dame parted your thighs slowly, watching your face to make sure you were still in the moment with him.
“What?” You’d nervously ask.
“Just check in’ on you,” Dame said, “Make sure you’re still in the moment.”
You reassure him you are over and over to the point of begging and Dame spreads your thighs wide, wider than you would do it if you were masturbating, and slapped your pussy repeatedly with his heavy dick.
“Breathe…breathe.”
You inhaled and then exhaled.
“Breathe…breathe,” Dame glanced down to watch him line his tip with your slick canal. He clenched his jaw and his eyelids fluttered and you couldn’t hear it over your own breathing but he grunted because he already knew how good it was gonna feel.
You inhaled and then exhaled.
“Breathe…breathe…”
He pushed in, you gasped.
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Adonis was stressing on how to make this moment right for your first time. He’d been planning the entire evening. You both had a nice dinner with dessert, you went for a drive listening to some of his favorite music. Now, you were back at his place, surprised by the champagne on ice and the low lighting in the room and the rose pedals on the bed. He remembered your imagination of what a first time for you would be like.
He stood in the doorway with his hands in the pockets of his jeans and those eyebrows you love crinkled with worry. His dimples peeked through his cheeks and he was nibbling on his bottom lip. For such a big, strong man, he was such a teddy bear. You couldn’t hide your tears and how happy you were. One thing about Donnie, he was attentive. The fact that he even remembered your imagery of this moment blew you away.
“You remembered,” You looked at him with watery eyes, “Donnie…”
“I want this to be perfect,” Adonis started undoing his white button down, revealing nothing but solid chest, “You mean the world to me, baby.”
Adonis walked up to you slow and steady. You could tell he was nervous as well. You both giggled.
“Babe,” you smiled, placing your hands on his biceps, “Thank you.”
“No, thank you,” Adonis bowed his head to kiss your lips, “For giving me this honor…”
“You’re the one,” you trace his collar bone with your nail, “always have been.”
Adonis’ eyelids fluttered and he looked down at your hand, grabbing it to press his lips against it. He then rubs his nose against the inside of your wrist, breathing in your fragrance, before his hungry lips were going up your bare arm and then over your bare shoulder since you’re wearing a strapless corset fitted dress.
Adonis’ lips made it all the way to your ear.
“I love you,” He whispered, “thank you.”
He surprised you by picking you up and carrying you to the bed. He placed you in the middle and started taking off your shoes. Then, he removed your dress and your black lace bra and matching panties. Each time he would place a kiss to your tender flesh.
He undressed for you, slowly, it was like art. His body…it blew you away.
“Can I finally taste you, Princess?” Adonis asked with a tilt of his head and the soles of your feet pressed against his lips.
“Yes,” you replied.
It was the FUCKING BEST.
He blew you out of the water. So much that you push him down to the bed and climb between his legs. Adonis is turned on by you taking charge but also encourages you because he can see that you’re scared.
“I apologize in advance for my size,” his eyes look down at his third leg in your small grip, “and forgive me if I move my hips…I can get out of control during head…among other things.”
“No worries,” you reassured him, you just wanted that big dick in your mouth.
He coached you and from his excitement he came in your mouth and it shocked the both of you.
“I don’t usually cum that fast from head, you sure you ain’t do this before?”
You both laugh and Adonis brings you to the top of the bed where he climbs on top of you. You both kiss and he’s sucking your nipples while one hand is between your legs to open you up some.
“I’ll go slow…steady…we ain’t gotta rush this, baby girl.”
He brought your legs around his waist and you both watched him line himself up. It was now or never.
“You ready?”
His unsteady breathing told you he was.
“I am.”
Despite your quaking limbs, you were more than ready. Adonis brought a hand around to cradle the back of your head against his chest and then he hunched over you. He gently entered you and you gasped loudly before biting on the flesh of his chest, Adonis’ other hand fisting the sheets to control the urge to pump his hips at a rapid pace.
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Imagine Dame being that one babydaddy that still has a shit load of love for his babymama and flirts with her every chance he gets. one day, he drops their daughter of back home after being with him for the weekend, his bm invites him inside so they could have a little family dinner and movie night.
while they were eating dinner, their daughter mentions a coworker of BM's that often comes by the house to check on them, who also happens to be a male. Dame is HELLA jealous, but he doesn't show it like he wants to. he just asks little annoying questions about who the dude is and things of that matter.
after that little situation, the little family cuddles up in the master bedroom to watch a movie, and their daughter ends up falling asleep within 30 minutes of the movie playing. Dame decides to go put her in her room, and when he comes back, he brings up him and BM's past relations, talking about how they were so close, and how he missed waking up to see her beautiful face every morning.
long story short, the conversation turns sexual and Dame ends up getting her out the drawls😭! and i mean he's REALLY putting it down. i mean he's got her legs on his shoulders, he's got her crying and her eyes rolling back and everything. he is really making up for lost time and while he's doing that his jealousy starts to show.
his strokes get aggressive and he wraps a hand around her neck and says "you and this pussy is mine forever, mama. ain't no nigga ever gone take you away from me."
😩😩😩
And to make things more spicy the coworker is sending her texts, buying her lunch, and buying gifts for his little girl. Dame stops by again and notices a new dollhouse that his daughter has. It’s the same dollhouse he was looking at in Target but decided he’d come back for it.
“Hey baby girl, mommy got you this dollhouse?”
“No, Mr. Terrence did from mommy’s job.”
Damion was seeing red but he was good with masking his emotions.
“Does Mr. Terrence give you gifts a lot?”
“Yes.”
Dame stood up slowly with clenched fists.
“Did Mr. Terrence come here today, sweetie?”
“Not today, but momma was talking to him on the phone earlier.”
Dame put on an actor worthy smile when his daughter looked up at him.
“Where’s momma now?”
“In the shower.”
Dame bent forward to kiss the top of his daughters head. He walked over to the TV where Encanto was playing and turned it up. His daughters attention fell straight onto the TV like a trap.
“Daddy will be back to watch Encanto with you, I gotta talk to mommy about something important, okay?”
“Okay!”
Dame took the stairs two at a time with a furious look in his eyes.
And she was in the shower too? Oh, that ass is gonna sting REAL GOOD when he’s through with her.
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how would Donnie react to seeing marks he left in his wife during sex?
“Damn, baby.”
Adonis had slipped into the bathroom to join his wife in the shower after their second fuck session. They were currently staying at the Venetian Las Vegas hotel for the weekend to celebrate a win for one of the boxers Adonis trains. It was another win under the retired boxers belt and he couldn’t wait to go back to their room and celebrate with just the two of them. Everyone else were club hopping and Adonis wasn’t in the mood for that. Plus, his honey was looking extra good.
Adonis couldn’t deny he was a lot more aggressive in bed tonight than he usually is. While his girl had her back turned to him, the water from the rainfall shower head cascading down her hourglass frame, Adonis noticed love bites on her shoulder and bruises on her hips. There was even a scratch on her back. She wiped the glass shower door to get rid of the condensation so she could see him better. Adonis opened the shower door and stepped inside. He immediately turned her around so he could examine her marks.
“Shit, I did all this…I’m so sorry, baby,” Adonis pressed his forehead against the back of her head before he dragged his lips across her shoulder with his bite mark, “I swear, I don’t know what got into me.”
He stroked her shoulder with his thumb. She rested her hand on top of his and looked up at him with a reassuring smile and sultry eyes.
“Donnie, it’s okay,” she leaned in closer to his face, “I enjoyed it,” her lips met his and she gave him a lingering kiss before pulling away.”
“It doesn’t hurt?” Adonis asked while his eyes examined the other marks, “Not even this scratch? I don’t even remember doing this.”
The scratch was in the center of her spine.
“I do,” She turned to face him completely, “When you had me arched at the end of the bed, you were about to cum and I kept telling you to go faster…and faster…because I was so close,” She brought her hands up to rest against his sculpted chest and she kept her eyes locked on his with her soaking wet body pressed against his, “I could feel you growing stiffer inside of me and then you used one hand to pull my hair and the other to drag your hand down my back. I felt the stinging sensation when you scratched me…but all it did was make me cum harder.”
Adonis grabbed her by her face and practically stuck his tongue down her throat. They exchanged spit as their tongues circled each other’s. Adonis brought his hand down to slap her ass and she giggled into his mouth. She finally pushed away from him and turned around so grab some body wash.
“I must say…they do look beautiful on you, baby,” Adonis said.
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what would attitude adjustment sex with Dame consist of??
i had to ask this cause ik he’ll grab his gf by the neck when she has an attitude and hit her with that “fix that fuckin attitude ‘fore i fix it for you”
He already has a lot going on with this new fight coming up and recently getting into a brawl with a rival boxer whose been talking mad shit about him. Diamond Dame is the best boxer to ever come out of Crenshaw, so who is this new cat thinking he can walk around like he can take him on? Dame pulled out all the stops and increased his training. He would spar with Adonis at Delphi Gym as often as he could to keep him in the best shape.
His girl isn’t feeling it. She hardly ever sees him, and she’s very vocal about his absence in her life. Dame understands that and he tries to be available any chance he gets, but with the new fame and the big fight coming up, he gotta put in the work. She ain’t tryna hear it. Her girls telling her to leave him—girls that want Dame for themselves. Her mother doesn’t approve. To her, he’s just another ex-con.
Dame had just gotten finished sprinting the beach and doing CrossFit exercises when he walked into his luxury three story beach home. He’s shirtless, gold chain around his neck with a small pendant, drawstring shorts, and his favorite workout boots on his feet. Sweat is pouring from his body. Before he could make it fully inside, his girl comes down the steps from his master bedroom wearing one of his t-shirts. From the look on her face, he already knew what was about to happen.
“You promised, Dame! You promised me we would spend time together today. You’ve been out since this morning. I’m leaving.”
She’s furious. Dame follows her up the stairs and into his room where she already has her bags packed. He’s pacing back and forth, hands on his hips and eyes locked on the back of her head. He knew he’d promised her, and he will definitely take the blame for that, but she’s tripping.
“You knew what this was when you first got wit’ me. Don’t act brand new. It’s still early in the day. I can take you to dinner after I clean myself up, and whatever else you wanna do, Aight?”
She wasn’t trying to hear it. Dame walks off to his bathroom to turn on the shower so he could try and cool down. She was a hot head just like him. It was best for him to walk away. But, no, she follows him into the bathroom while he’s undressing at the sink.
“It’s too late for making it up, Dame! You hit me up when you’re ready and I’ll let you know when I’m available! That’s how this is gonna work now—”
Fully naked, Dame tilts his head at her and rolls his shoulders. He chuckled darkly, wide smile sending a chill down her spine. She wasn’t going to let him see her sweat. She trains her eyes to stay locked on his, fighting the urge to look down. Dame walks over to her and grips her by the chin.
“Oh, so you’re in charge now, huh? That’s how we doin’ it mama?”
She smacks his hand away and before she could turn and leave Dame has a hand around her neck. She stumbled forward a little, hands up and bracing herself against his tacky six pack still covered in sweat. Dame let’s go of her neck and brings his face close enough to hers where their noses are touching.
“Fix that fuckin’ attitude ‘fore I fix it for you.”
She folds her arms and purses her lips, fighting the urge to talk back. Dame walks away, but his head is turned ever so slightly so he could peek at her over his shoulder. Her eyes fail her and now she’s staring at his body. Why does this man have to be her weakness.
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what would Adonis’ reaction be to realizing you were turned on by him being angry/yelling at you?
He’d keep that mental note and decide to use that tactic fresh out a fight lol or the next time they have a disagreement. She’s yelling at him back, getting all in his face, and Adonis is backing her into a corner. He grabs her by the wrists and brings her arms above her head, locking her there so she wouldn’t get out. She’s confused and still trying to appear angry but the grip he has on her wrists and the way his crotch is flesh against hers is turning her on.
Adonis is breathing heavy, his nostrils are flared, he’s glaring at her, and she can feel his heart racing through his white dress shirt. He’s looking her up and down while she’s telling him to get off of her. The squirming and fussing isn’t working because he won’t budge. Eventually, Adonis leans in and presses his lips against her ear. She’s still and waiting, still agitated with him. Adonis brings her arms down but now he has one hand around her throat, not applying too much pressure but enough to let her know that he’s in charge.
He’s humming now like, “hmm…mmm…mhm…”
Then he says, “You think I don’t know what you’re tryna do, ma?”
She frowns and play’s confused.
“Picking a fight with me after I already had a long ass day with Felix…waiting until I had a drink or two…you want me angry.”
She shakes her head and starts sassing him again but Adonis cuts her off with a grip to her chin, forcing her eyes to lock onto his. He’s still angry, and he can tell by the way her eyes keep shifting to the plane of his throat and to the little bit of his sculpted pectorals peeking at her from the top of his white beater.
“…I caught on to your little game a long time ago, baby girl. You tryna see what I can do when I’m angry?”
She shakes her head but Adonis knows.
“Nah, you want me to angry fuck you, is that it?”
She squints at him but Adonis knows her.
“Admit it. Tell me the truth, and I’ll give you what you want.”
She continues to be a brat and Adonis becomes frustrated. He growls and grips her by the arm, leading her over to his bar where he bends her over it. She’s fighting against him but Adonis gets the upper hand and pins her arms down against the bar. She’s wearing a short skirt and 5 inch black stilettos. He presses all of his weight against her and starts spanking her.
“Open your mouth and tell me what you want!”
She’s whimpering and moving her hips to avoid his hand.
“Giving me attitude because you want some dick! You want this dick? Huh?”
Adonis brings her hand down to grip him and he’s rock hard. She slowly glides her hand over his length and finally turns to look back at him. Adonis is smirking at her.
“Yeah…that’s what you’ll get if you tell me how bad you want it. Admit that you want me to fuck you while I’m angry and it’s all yours baby.”
Adonis let’s her go and she turns slowly, eyes downcast and arms folded over her chest. Adonis tilts her chin up and she looks up at him through her lashes. She has a small temper tantrum before finally giving him the answer he was waiting for:
“I want you to take your anger out on me.”
Adonis isn’t convinced.
“I think I’ll believe you more if you were on your knees right now.”
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continuing the toxic/crazy baby daddy series😂:
Imagine the weekend rolls by once again. Dame is standing at the front door, waiting for BM to answer it. after waiting for about two minutes, BM finally opens the door with their daughter and her overnight bag in her hands.
Dame is excited to see his daughter, but he’s more focused/taken aback by what his BM has on. the velvet ruched bodycon dress she has on has his eyes glued to her frame as she hands him their daughter and her bag.
“where you goin’?”, Dame asks as his eyebrows furrow. “out.”, BM answers simply as that was all he needed to know. “out where?” getting annoyed with his questions, BM rolls her eyes. “it doesn’t matter, Damian.”
inhaling and exhaling to calm his rising nerves, his jaw clenched as he looks at the length of the dress, barely stopping below her ass. before he could say anything, BM realizes she forgot to put something in her daughters bag. “shit. i forgot to put her eczema lotion in there. i’ll be right back.”, BM says before running into the house.
while she’s gone, Dame uses this as an opportunity to pry some information from their daughter. “babygirl, do you know where mommy is going?”, he asks, looking down at his twin.
the little girl shakes her head no. “daddy, i want some juice.” nodding his head, Damian carried the child into the house and into the kitchen before sitting her down at the kitchen island. while he was pouring her juice, a ping comes from BM’s phone, which is sitting next to the daughter.
handing babygirl the sippy cup full of juice, Damian let’s curiosity get the best of him and he peeks over to see Terrances’ name with a heart emoji with the message ‘you ready for date night, ma?😏’
Damian damn near smashes her phone right there. “babygirl, go find something to watch on tv. i gotta go talk to mommy.”
“Okay,” his little princess says, grabbing her blue sippy cup. Dame picks his three year old daughter up and walks her to the living room. His BM hadn’t cleaned up the pillows on the floor from earlier when they were having a Disney movie binge. Damion doesn’t have to ask his daughter what she wants to watch, he finds Encanto and his daughter falls into the trap of that movie. She falls on her back and neglects her cup.
Dame tickles her feet which causes her to giggle before he jogs back to the kitchen to retrieve his BM’s phone. He makes his way upstairs and follows the sound of his BM moving things around in the hallway bathroom. When he finally makes it there, he peeks inside to find her checking beneath the sink. She’s on her knees with her ass facing him and her heeled feet. Dame slips inside before shutting the bathroom door. She looks up at him, some of her hair from the half up half down style falling over her shoulder.
“Where is my daughter? You better not have left her in the car Dame—”
“She’s watching Encanto as we speak. What’s this shit?”
Dame shows her the unread text notification from her Lock Screen. Her face was stony but her eyes were fearful. She picked herself up and snatched her phone from his grip, trying her best to ignore his impenetrable glare. She cut her eyes to the door but he was standing right there with his hand on the knob.
“FINE. Terrance is taking me out on a date. Why does it matter so much to you? We’re not an item anymore.”
Dame laughs, something he did often to calm his rage. She knew that.
Dame swiped his nose with his thumb, eyebrows creased, “You serious? Why do you keep playing in my face? I thought we already talked about this?!”
“Well I changed my mind!” She yelled, “I’m not doing this with you anymore. I don’t owe you nothing—”
“You fucking him after this date?” Dame questioned.
She opened and closed her mouth like a fish out of water. Dame’s eyes narrowed dangerously at her lack of response.
“Text Terrance back and tell him you ain’t coming. And if you don’t, I will. Think I’m playing.”
She laughed, “I’m not texting him, and neither are you. When are you going to learn that this is over?”
“When are you going to stop playing games and admit that you don’t want it to be over?”
She looks away, “Dame, MOVE he’s outside.”
“Oh REALLY?” Dame locks the door, “Then I guess you gotta let him know in person, ma.”
Her eyes ran up and down Dame’s body while he started to take off his denim jacket revealing a white T-shirt that fit him snugly around his biceps. The gold chain she bought him was still around his neck and it brought back all the memories of how she used to grip it when he was on top of her.
“Dame,” She couldn’t believe how shaky her voice sounded, “Get out of my way.”
“I’ll move when I’m finished with you,” Dame picks her up and sits her on the sink, “once I’m done fucking some sense into your defiant ass, I’ll send you to him with my cum drippin’ down your inner thighs and my scent ALL OVER YOU.”
She shuddered at his words, delivering weak pushes to his solid chest that eventually turned into her gripping his T-shirt in her fist. Dame pulled her panties to the side and got down on his knees so he could be face to face with what will ALWAYS BE HIS.
“If you letting me do this, you know just as much as I know, where you belong.”
He pushed her legs back and dragged his tongue over her lower lips while Terrence called her wondering where she could be.
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imagine Dame and gf being in an argument that was getting more and more heated by the second. gf finally had enough and dismisses him. “you know what? fuck you, Damian. i’m going to the balcony.”
she goes exactly where she said she was gonna go, she stood right in front of the barrier, taking in the cool night air. out of no where, she feels Dames large, intimidating body pressing up against her.
lifting his large hand, he moves her long braids to the side and leans down to whisper in her ear. “don’t make me bend you over it, sweetheart.”
She glanced back at Damion with an arched brow. Damion challenged her with his own piercing stare. She smacked her glossy lips and turned her eyes back onto the LA cityscape.
“What? You think I won’t?”
She ignored him, eyes taking in the starry sky. It was a beautiful sight to witness. She wasn’t coming down off her high any time soon and the stars and the moon almost brought tears to her eyes.
“Ma?” Damion wrapped a single hand around her waist length bohemian knotless braids to force her to look at him, “you just gonna keep ignoring me and shit?”
“Yeah. I ain’t got shit else to say to you.”
“Why not? You had a lot to say back in the room.”
“Ain’t nothing getting through to you, Dame.”
She moved her braids over her shoulder and adjusted her feet so she was more comfortable standing in her heels. Damion grunted frustratingly behind her before his imposing frame was flesh against her back. She spread her hands apart on the railing of the balcony, continuing to stare forward.
“Ain’t nothing getting through to you either, ma. I’m tired of your attitude…”
“What the fuck you gon’ do? Huh, Diamond Dame?”
She didn’t catch his mischievous smirk or the way he was unbuttoning his jeans behind her.
“I’m gon’ fuck the shit out of you.”
She laughs, eyes low and hazy.
“With that bullshit dick? Please—”
She was taking in a new sight now, the pool below her. She took in a sharp breath and gripped the railing for dear life. Her braids dangled over the balcony and in her line of vision. Damion lifted her dress with so much force it caused friction against her skin that burned. She wasn’t wearing any panties.
Damion bent his knees and with his shaft in one hand and a handful of her cheek in the other, Dame rubbed his tip along her spread open folds and when he found her opening he thrust forward in one motion. She bites down on her bottom lip and her eyes widened with disbelief when he drew his hips all the way back to the tip before plunging forward again with a snap of his hips. She felt as if the wind was being knocked out of her.
“Unhhhnnnn,” she couldn’t hold back.
Damion didn’t need to say a word. He knew she was all talk. He reached around and gathered her braids in his hands and didn’t let up. The flesh of her ass colliding with his sculpted thighs echoed. She squeezed the railing with a death grip and her eyes began to water. He was hitting her spot. So good. So perfect. It was too much. This is what she gets for talking shit. This is what she always gets for talking shit.
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