Damien
It would be an absolute fucking lie to say that Hailey’s begging didn’t affect me-that it didn’t send a rush through my veins that rivaled any drug on the market. I knew because I’d been there-I had been through that fuckinf addict phase. I’d drowned myself in every high imaginable, teetered on the edge of destruction, and nearly lost everything to that abyss. But right now?
This woman beneath me, wrapped around my cock, her cunt tight and wet and sweet as sin-she was more destructive than all of it. More dangerous than my worst addiction.
She was lethal. And I was indulging in every inch of her.
Because for all her danger, she was fucking breathtaking. Round, perky tits. A waist that fit perfectly in my hands. A perfect ass, still red with the imprint of my fingers. A face to die for. Hailey Johnson had it all. And if she wanted to, she could fucking kill me, and I’d let her.
I sank my teeth into her shoulder, savoring the way she went still beneath me. Was it fear? Maybe. But she didn’t know-this body of hers, as delicate as it seemed, could take so much more. However far I pushed her, she could fucking take it.
She wanted it.
Her soul craved it.
“What if I can’t-” She barely got the words out before I seized her jaw, my other hand sliding between her thighs, rubbing her sensitive clit. A single, deep thrust tore a gasp from her lips, her nails sinking into my skin as she clung to me.
“You can take everything I fucking give you, Bunny.” My voice was a whisper against her mouth, my grin dark as I cupped her tits. “And it doesn’t have to be your cunt, you know.” I trailed my fingers down her body, dragging my lips along her jaw. “You have other places to be fucked.” Goosebumps raised on her skin at my words. Fuck-so much of soft skin and hair, it was all fucking over me!
She let out a shaky breath, staring up at me with those wide, innocent eyes-the kind that demanded entry into my soul every damn time she looked at me. I didn’t want her to see the cracks. I never wanted her to see the fucking cracks yet I always found myself staring back into her eyes. Those beautiful fucking goddamn lethal eyes.
I pressed my fingers against her clit again, watching her arch into me. Watching her fall apart.
“Damien, please.”
My name on her lips, gasped and desperate, sent heat licking up my spine.
“Do you want to come?” I nuzzled her neck, my voice low, teasing. I loved playing with her. I could do this all fucking night-or maybe not, because the way her cunt clenched around me like a wet tight fist, dripping with need, was unraveling me too fast. I coud feel the heat grip the base of my spine and slid up and down my back, it threatened to erupt everything.
“Yes,” she panted. “Please.”
“Such good manners.” I chuckled darkly before I slid my hand around her waist and pulled out then yanking her down onto the bed, I flipped her onto her stomach. She gasped as I pulled her hips up, her ass high in the air, her slickness running down her thighs-something I wanted to fucking taste, fucking savour. But my cock was throbbing, aching to be inside her again.
So I slammed into her. Again.
“Bunny, I’m about to fuck you like my whore,” I growled, gripping her ass hard. “Because you’ve ruined my fucking sanity.”
She moaned, taking every inch of me, and this time I didn’t hold back. My fingers wrapped around the back of her neck, pressing her face into the pillow as I fucked her deep and rough.
Her moans were sin itself, muffled and raw, her body arching into every thrust. Breathing ragged, I traced up her spine, claiming every inch of her, fucking her. Her scent. Her sounds-it all sent a heady rush to me. The way her soft, silken hair tumbled down her back, the way her cunt tightened around my cock, gripping me, milking me for everything-
She was something else.
Something out of this fucking world.
“Damien…” Her voice trembled as she tried to lift herself, her fingers gripping the sheets. I loosened my hold on her neck-enough so she wouldn’t hurt herself.
And it fucking annoyed me that I cared enough to do it
I pulled her closer, pressing her back flush against my chest, her head lolling onto my shoulder as I pinched her nipple between my fingers. Her breaths came in soft, ragged puffs, her hands trembling, her knees weak. Wetness coated her thighs, dripping, smearing-she was making a mess.
And fuck, I loved it.
She made a fucking mess, and I still fucking loved it.
God, I hated myself.
“I’m about to come,” she whimpered, her delicate fingers wrapping around my wrist, gripping tight as her entire body quaked with anticipation. But she held still. Even now, teetering on the edge, she obeyed. I had known it from the moment I first saw her-that first day in the restaurant. I’d known she could take everything I gave her. Even though nothing about her innocent face had said that.
I kissed the corner of her mouth, my voice low, commanding. “Say my name.”
I needed to hear it. Needed to hear it off her lips. Because somehow, my name meant nothing until she said it. Until it rolled off that sweet tongue of hers.
She didn’t hesitate. Didn’t fight.
“Damien…”
Fuck.
Before the rush could swallow me whole, she moaned louder, her voice unraveling. “Oh, Damien-I’m coming!” Her cries filled the air as the orgasm slammed into her, her pussy clenching around me in tight, relentless pulses. I fucked her through it, each thrust wringing out more pleasure, more of those sweet little moans that only made her come harder.
“Fuck. I’m-” Her voice broke, breath hitching. “I’m coming!”
And she did. She came all around me, squeezing, milking my cock, dragging me straight to the brink. Heat surged up my spine, fire licking at my veins, and fuck-I almost lost it. Almost.
But not yet.
Her body went slack against mine as the tremors subsided, her breathing slowing, settling. I stilled, letting her recover, my fingers tracing lazy patterns against the soft plane of her stomach. How the fuck did she have a body like this without lifting a single weight? It was almost unnatural. But then again, this was Hailey-she was a piece of heaven itself.
She could gain twenty pounds, and she’d still look just as fuckable.
Her eyes fluttered open, hazy with the aftershocks, but then-realization dawned. A flicker of awareness passed over her face, her lips parting. She knew. She knew I hadn’t come.
And if she realized that I had no intention of chasing my own release yet-that I wanted to push her, drag her deeper into this madness-she’d probably be horrified.
I wanted to see it.
The thought of those widened eyes, those parted lips-so fucking easy to slide my cock between-sent a pulse of need straight to my cock, making it throb inside her. It was going to be hell holding back, but I wasn’t done. I was going to ruin her for every other man out there.
I wasn’t even close.
Brushing my lips beneath her ear, I whispered, “Ready to come again, Bunny?”
And there it was. That look. Those widened eyes. Those soft, swollen lips.
Fuck.
I felt like a criminal for wanting to ruin her.
But I wasn’t going to stop.
Not now.
Gripping her hips, I pulled out of her, only to slam my cock back inside her soaked, needy cunt. A sharp, broken moan ripped from her throat, echoing through the room.
And I fucked her all over again.